love poem, by victoria williams
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Living landlocked
In the green density of the Berkshires,
I remember the decades we lived by the sea.
carving time
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Ten minutes. An hour. A day...A week...A month.
Time happens. It is a beautiful thing. What do we do during the day, the night? What do we want to be doing? Are we doing what we want to be doing? Can we love and honor what we are doing as if it is perfect?
Read Morethe world keeps spinning
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By Wendy Grunthal
We had a hot day here in Colorado. Yet there are signs of Fall. There are some dry, yellow leaves on the curb. The evenings are coming quicker and the the mornings are cooler. Summer is ending, winter is coming. The changing of seasons can remind us of the impermanence of life. Situations, people, feelings don’t stay the same. Change is a part of life.
Read Moresurrender
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By Wendy Grunthal
Have you heard the Dido song that goes, “And I won't put my hands up and surrender. There will be no white flag above my door… ?” Lately, I have been singing different words to that tune. They go like this, “I will lift my arms up and surrender. They’ll be a white flag hanging in the sky…”
Read Moreliving with an open heart
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By Wendy Grunthal
Spring has burst forth here in Colorado. The tulips and crab apple trees are in full bloom, the grass is green and the trees are getting more and more leaves every day. I have noticed that as the flowers have been opening up so has my heart. There is such an amazing rebirth and rejuvenation that happens as the birds start singing in the mornings and the toddlers notice little bugs crawling on the sidewalk. I have witnessed my heart opening up as well. It is easy to be open and reach my heart out when the sun is shining and the weather is warm. It feels lovely to focus on my heart. It feels liberating to walk with my shoulders pulled back. Spring seems to remind us that we are alive!
Read Morethe goddess within
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By Wendy Grunthal
I sold a couch on Craigslist the other day. The woman who bought it from me is the mother of two small children, a two year old and a seven month old. She was in my house while I was taking care of my own child and another one, both 22 months old. While in my house, she struck up a conversation and enjoyed “soaking up the calm.” She told me that she had a hard time dealing with her two year old’s tantrums and wanted to know how I dealt with them.
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