Is it time to relinquish The hold Of the past dream born? Grown rusty with tears No longer quenching it’s perceived purpose. Stuck in the familiar Scared to let go What if? What if? What if? Anxiety chokes the new life pending Dormant Until it receives The deliberate breath Of courage and risk. Tightly …
Tag: authenticity
Journey to Authenticity #2
(Image courtesy of: https://depositphotos.com/photos/authentic.html) Stuck in existence of habit Security of the uncomfortable known Intolerable now My soul yearns authenticity My flow My tribe My essence I am learning to dance to the music of my own soul It is safe for me to have feelings and needs It is safe for me to have …
Journey to Authenticity
oppo_32 The journey to authenticity is a challenging road although I believe it to be probably THE most worthwhile of journeys. For what and who are we if we are not our true authentic selves? I have been thrust into this line of questioning recently with the approach of my retirement age and I …
The Pros and Cons of Mild Hoarding
To look at my house, most people wouldn’t call me a hoarder. Yet I have a lot of difficulty throwing some things away and when I watch “Hoarders” on tv. I identify with some of their thinking and behaviours. My mother, God rest her soul was, amongst other things, a hoarder. I have some of …
Forest Home
Blue skies Green trees Birds sing Heart pleased Dappled light Through tree and fern Rotting leaves Their smell does burn A place in my heart That I yearn To visit Inhabit Rest my bones The forest surely Is my home. (c) Karen Lighthouse 2024 Namaste. Thanks for reading and take care until next time. If …
If You change The way You look at things The things You look at will Change Dr.Wayne Dyer
Lyons La Foret (en france)
My life is like a forest Some sturdy trunks Roots deep Established Sound. Other new shoots Promises emerging Tender Vulnerable Seeking the light. Some fallen logs Past lives Repurposed now Support new life. Autumns left-overs Mulch underfoot. My life is like a forest I will soon be gone Evidence of where I’ve been Remaining …
The Joys of Aging…..(and years of therapy!)
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA I dance in the street to live music I care less what other people think I can laugh at my own stupidity I recognise and do not pick up the berration stick I spend my time doing what I want, when I want I love my work I work to live not …
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Lake Reflections
Church bells Canada geese Sweet summer sun Green velvet hills Memories of days gone by Young Carefree No responsibility I know feelings are there If I stop And reach out for them Joy Peace My heart expanded Full and warm Connectedness to a part of me lost In the canyon of caring Birthing and grieving …
Years Gone By
Years gone by Lives used up Never again your face to behold. Tears run dry Photos fade Your arms no more to enfold. Lost for words To describe the void And the ache of your absence To see you once more Tell you I love you Inhale the perfume of your skin The softness of …
Words from the Lighthouse 