you CAN see the forest
Blessings
occur.
Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
leading a horse to water
and making him drink.
I have a clue.
I can see the forest
for the trees.
All around me people
are making silk purses
out of sows’ ears,
getting blood from turnips,
building Rome in a day.
There’s a business
like show business.
There’s something new
under the sun.
Some days misery
no longer loves company;
it puts itself out of its.
There’s rest for the weary.
There’s turning back.
There are guarantees.
I can be serious.
I can mean that.
You can quite
put your finger on it.
Some days I know
I am long for this world.
I can go home again.
And when I go
I can
take it with me.
❤️
Blessings by Ronald Wallace
A toast to an unexpected Monday
Yes, my friend, a toast!
Unexpected mondays are one of my very favorite things
Along with the unexpected moments in everyday.
For many years
I have looked for,
and always have found
in each day,
moments
Where I find myself breathless
suspended in the aha’s
of ordinary miracles,
the sharing the laughter hidden in our days –
the glory in the grey.
I, under the shadow of Walt Whitman,
seeing the miraculous in it all.
The simple pleasures,
which take our breath away
and remind us of our gift.
this moment.
Nothing more important than
this ordinary day
opening before us
like a sparkling present to unwrap.
Slowly.
Taking great care with the paper,
lingering over untying the satin ribbon,
Letting it slid beneath our fingers
Savoring the feeling
of the silk
in all of our senses.
Especially on the tip of our tongue.
This is passion.
This is life!
💞
AL
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