there’s a slowdown
in the gelid season
time for mentation
in the warm comfort
of our choosing
becoming esemplastic
with the couch
in front of a fire
with hot cocoa
and a good book
Tag: calm
Home In The Clouds
Redux
The sun is starting to slip below the clouds — another day at its end.
I glance out my window.
All I see is peace. And the balloon wavering silently.
All I hear is the wind and my thoughts.
After a long day, I’m grateful to have found my way back home to the sky. Away from the rat race.
This wooden refuge does connect me, but I am far above all the noises and struggles from down below.
The clouds nestle me and silence the stress and hectic of the world.
I’m home.
And I’m calm again.
*deep breath
Originally posted 1/31/2019 on I Write Her.
Zen
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #359 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Splendid
a splendid view
draws me in
the calm dark
and striking light
it heightens my senses
yet clarifies my understanding of self
and the world surrounding me
i bask in the connection i feel
nature holding me to her bosom
safety and nourishment extended to my being
Awash In Sanity
Finding peace in my happy place.
Surrender
with unease and tension
come challenged perspectives
a need to smooth the rough edges
of our thoughts
and soothe inflamed minds
distractions welcomed
turn off technology
shut down the fear
escape from that big square
on the wall
or that little screen
in your hand
find some peace
in the beauty of nature
gain some strength
in the power of majesty
breathe in hope
exhale calm
On Gold Pond
blissful liquid
of burnt umber
mesmerized, watching nature
warmly embracing a winged friend
the volume of the day
got richer and substantive
bringing meaning and connection
delivering me to a place of calm
Drifting Along
perched quietly
on a wooden stump
observing nature’s beauty
breathing in the peace
my smile watching
uneven edged white puffs
float on invisible winds
pushed on to the next space
what i would give
to be that billowy cotton
drifting on high
easing into every transition
life on the ground can be hard
Under Blue Skies
Home In The Clouds
Inspired by Hélène Vaillant – What Do You See? – 1/29/19
The sun is starting to slip below the clouds — another day at its end.
I glance out my window.
All I see is peace. And the balloon wavering silently.
All I hear is the wind and my thoughts.
After a long day, I’m grateful to have found my way back home to the sky. Away from the rat race.
This wooden refuge does connect me, but I am far above all the noises and struggles from down below.
The clouds nestle me and silence the stress and hectic of the world.
I’m home.
And I’m calm again.
*deep breath
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