Broken But Still Standing Tall 💚🌳

Summer Solstice was in full swing. Hot and steamy here in the south. With blinds drawn and my fan working on over-drive to keep me cool, I was seated at my desk, lost in thought and writing. When all of a sudden I heard something fall…..muffled by the closed windows and whir of the fan, it wasn’t loud at all. I got up to investigate…..imagine my surprise when I found this….

Not what I was expecting……

A huge sadness gripped my heart last night….this tree has been a huge part of my healing for 13 months….seeing him broken breaks my heart….my old one, my healer, my friend.

 

This morning, I was gifted this view …..

“In the blink of an eye, change occurs and wraps you in sadness. But, even within that change and sadness, there is beauty to behold.” ©lindafedroff_june22,2018

 

He stands tall and majestic Still 💚

 

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Authentically Vulnerable

Another week, another go-round at The Sandbox . This weeks challenge is:

What makes you feel vulnerable?

As always, remember to include the link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. And please feel free to interpret the prompt however you wish: memoirs, poems, pictures, etc.

If you would like to see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge. But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all, the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF. (Posts from past prompts you wish to tackle will always be added to the current week’s challenge page.)

So if you don’t mind BEING vulnerable, what is IT or the THINGS that make you feel vulnerable?

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As I was sitting here at my desk writing this piece, I heard a noise. Something fell.

I looked out my front window, nothing. I then opened the curtains on my back sliders and well….my heart broke….I took this first picture this morning….

And here’s what the noise was 😢 now talk about feeling vulnerable…I was cutting the grass this morning…..thank goodness it didn’t decide to fall while I was under it!!!!

Ok…..so now back to my original post.

While Sharing anything I write Always brings with it a huge sense of vulnerability, it’s the sharing of my grief and pain, and inner darkness that really leaves me feeling open and raw and vulnerable……and yet, by honestly admitting my truths to myself and then sharing them, I set myself free. It’s always been my hope since I first started ‘writing’ my poetry, that my words would touch others in some way……later on, as I began my first expedition digging in the ‘Sandbox’, my hope was, and still is, that by being honest with myself, I could possibly heal that which was broken inside of me, and whilst I was healing and mending via finding my voice through my words..maybe, just maybe, my words could help someone else in some small way.

And if that isn’t enough to have me feeling open and vulnerable, just this morning I was asked to be an administrator/editor for the private FB writers group!!! And my recent poem was shared to the group. I got a belly full of dragonflies, I can tell you!! I’m humbled to be included and I look forward to the workshop. I know I’ll be going in full throttle, ready to open and expose and share what I have inside. What I have, deep inside, mixed in with my vulnerable side, is a survivor and a thriver….mix that trinity with a whole lot of courage and creativity and I just may come up with something good……so let’s bring it on 👊

Hidden Tree Treasures 🌳

Inspired by a fellow tree-sister’s post on tree hugging…I decided to head outside to get a Morning Hug of my own with my tree….

“Then one day, She realized She was healing. Her heart was slowly mending. Her Soul started to shine.”

And then…..I decided to get up close and personal with my tree, and was Blessed with a few ‘gifts of his bark’ in finding a heart…..

And what I see here is a ‘leaf’

And this one….I took the pic because of the design in the bark….but when I flipped the photo on its side……

Looks like someone’s sticking their tongue out…..lol 🤣😜

Or it’s the wine I’m drinking..lol

Green 💚

We’re experiencing so much rain..gonna have to start building an ark. But with the rain comes an explosion of Green-ness…a vibrant hue that says LIFE.

What would happen if tomorrow morning I awoke to a canopy of branches and leaves and my feet touched the soft inviting bed of moss? And what if tomorrow, instead of a green juice, I drink the dew dripping from the clouds drip by sustaining drip?

What if tomorrow I get out a new piece of paper and draw a different path, with different endings, with different sights and different loves?

What if…….I follow my own path,,,,listen to my heart,,,do my own thing?’

What if tomorrow I start over, again……and again and again?! ~Unknown~

“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca~

Nature’s Music 🎶

I was awoken this morning by sun light streaming through my window and the beautiful musical sounds that only Nature can provide. Both were responsible for my getting out of bed and taking my coffee outside……

“All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our Soul now become the meaningful language of nature.” ~Rudolf Steiner~

While sitting outside enjoying the morning coolness, I was inspired to put pencil to paper (which hasn’t been happening a lot lately…hoping this is the beginning of shaking the gray matter in my brain loose!) I also pulled out the paints….productive morning for me all the way around! YAY Me 😄

Morning Caw

Morning light is breaking

The birds are singing their morning song

When all of a sudden

A loud CAW begins ‘singing’ along.

I look out my window

On my tree he is perched

Glistening shiny black in the sunlight

Of Mother Natures Church.

A raucous greeting “Good Morning”

Is what my ear hears

The feather left behind

A gift I’ll hold dear…….

©lindafedroff_may14,2018