3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 1

I’m so excited; I’ve been nominated for my very first challenge and game on WordPress since I started my two blogs!

Thank you SyncWithDeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here are the rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.
Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
Share why this quote appeals so much to you.
Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My First Quote Is:

“Success is the sum of small efforts,
repeated day in and day out.”
-Robert Collier

This quote is something I found in a calendar or something. I cut it out and it is on the front of my day planner, like so:

to remind and inspire me that it is the little, mundane things like To Do lists, and calendars that lead to the fruition of goals, and my goals in particular.

It encourages me to keep plugging away every day even if there don’t appear to be immediate results.

It reminds me that while I have to create a day planner binder to keep track of all that I am trying to accomplish, it is WORTH it. And that all these annoying little tasks have a meaning greater than the sum of their parts.

I nominate:

April 9, 2018 1

Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog

I am pleased to share a first and hopefully only the beginning of writing and sharing from a special guest that prefers to remain anonymous. We are glad you joined us. ❤️ Each day is a new day, a fresh start, a clean slate. Outsiders, see courage, strength, and determination take on the day. Inside […]

via Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog

Each day is a new day,

a fresh start,

a clean slate.

Outsiders,

see courage, strength,

and determination take on the day.

Inside

the feelings of fear, exhaustion,

and timidness drive one foot in front of the other.

However, one foot is in front of the other.

Ever moving forward.

Progressing.

Hitting snooze seven times

and then getting up.

But she gets up.

On the outside she appears to have it all.

On the inside,

all of her is giving,

every ounce of effort

to get through the day.

Perception is your reality.

Moving forward is always moving forward.

They may see a lioness

and she may feel a snail.

Each serve their purpose

and still she is making progress.

Today, she is thankful for the tiny movements she made forward.

These are her victories.

They can think whatever the hell they want.

In the end.

It’s all the same anyway.

She is a champion!

This is so true for so many of us. People have no clue how much of a triumph it can be just to get up and go to work like a normal person does. Beautiful bit of poetry here!

(photo was my addition from net.)

April 9, 2018 0

The Rhythm of Stability

the winds of change blow on and on
the tides of the moon move in, then out
then in yet again. Landscaping the
malleable sand beneath my feet
They startle me, perplex me
provoke my passionate pout

“Be not afraid of change”
so says the Witch of the Sea
while I crave stability of life all the same
“Stability comes in many forms” She teaches
pointing to the monotony of her surf song
while I yet disbelieve Her fabulous claim
“The truth you seek lies within, my Child
Seek this; the rest will follow suit
Seek this; you will find your heart’s content
Seek ye this . . . if thy desire be true”

I begin to dig my heels in to the
strength of the Dune I mount
I hesitate – Her breath moving through my hair
I question. I argue. I AM afraid.
I Breathe
and begin to count the stars
then I take Her hand as I always do
in times like these, close my eyes
to my spiraling doubts and fears, begin to place
one foot before the next, absent goodbyes . . .

the tides of my moon sweep out
in Light, in Love, in Lust
the tides of my moon sweep in
then out again, as I accept they must
marking the sands of my life as they go
taking, giving; they ebb, they flow
marking the sands of my heart as they must
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

“In Perfect Love, In Perfect Trust”
I make my way where I may not see

remembering

These are the rhythms of stability.

April 8, 2018 1

Abstinance

Wet hair on her skin
Tangled ‘tween her fingertips
How long it has been

Cold. Cool. Damp. Her Veil
Leads her into temptation
Her Will seems so frail

Her pores awaken
Tactile Temptress of the Truth
Visibly Shaken

Steps from the shower
Saved by her towel, by Time
By the late hour

Dryness of her skin
Empty in bed and in heart
Seeking Sacred Sin

Seeking Salvation.
Desiring Solitude.
Choosing Neither One.

April 6, 2018 1

Unexpected Delight

He runs to me with open arms, full of trust and love
and I delight in such expression; the openness undoes me
It’s difficult to translate, into words, the lesson conveyed
when he runs full tilt, arms open wide, and Laughing
never doubting my acceptance, or open reception

It’s a spiritual lesson, learned or unlearned with care
Our babies learn, and pass it on; they learn to love and share
He runs to me from across the room, smiling into the wind
of his own momentum, into the sea that is my heart
into my arms, into the love that awaits him there

My child, you are my heart’s delight.

Painting by Mabel Robbins Harris

April 4, 2018 5

Speechless

speechless among the flowers without language to convey
what happened to me tomorrow, what will happen yesterday

for yesterday’s events are fodder for today, for those who saw
and for those who heard, the speechless stumble

and it is true, we are strobed for Emanation to a degree
but at what cost? And who will be there to cry, or see?

I have done the research, and have not even come close
to learning how light emanates from heaven, into humble

Without Light I just wilt. I sigh. I cry. I wither away
to dust unsaid, to particles unknown, to yet another day.

If they saw its magnificence they would name it Divine.

April 3, 2018 0

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

I used to love reading these to my now 14 year old when he was little.
The humor in them is HILARIOUS; Frank Baum is a genius, and the illustrations are the Bomb. These are a whole different world from the movie and even more amazing in my opinion. And now I have found them on audio on youtube!
Ideal for listening to with your little ones as they fall asleep at night!

Audio Version: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank Baum

List of the books in order

March 25, 2018 0

I Walk Unadorned

I walk unadorned, naked
unfettered . . .
dropping my clothes as I pass.
Each day my jewels fall
to the ground . . .
beneath my feet, bared
to the stones beneath them.

Honesty . . . is it so rare?
Truth, did it ever exist, like this?
But the stones are kind
as stones may be.
The stones are more than
and less than, I see.

I walk unadorned, freed.

Photo free from Wikimedia Commons

March 24, 2018 1

I Share My Grief

I share my grief in private places.
Blanket pressed hard to my face
in the dark, in the bathroom, door
closed behind me bent over the sink.

I share my grief in private places.
Smoothing it with lotion onto the
skin of my belly, deceptive and
swollen, yet emptied.
Bereaved in its own special way
echoing the pain that throbs beneath
the surface of every blood-run vein,
every artery connecting all the parts
of my useless body.

I share my grief in private places.
In my thoughts. In my feelings.
In the moments between when
they look at me, in the moments
their backs are turned.
I share my grief in my solitude.

I share my grief in the patches of
Light and in the patches of Dark, that
mark the timeline of my life today.

I share my grief.