Practicing an Art Makes Your Soul Grow

 I forgot how meditative drawing is for me. How you forget time and how completely fulfilling.

I was trying to do a self portrait but couldn't.

Nonetheless it was so good to draw and hold the pencil again.

So Go into the Arts my friends!

Poetry In The Morning

I thought poetry in the morning is not for me. But hearing about a cloud floating over valleys and skies made me gay. So here is a cheer for the golden daffodils! Although i have not seen one in real life. And cheers for all the people and emotions i associate this poem with!Cheers to you!


I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
And then my heart with pleasure fills,

 yes they do.  yes they do. I'm glad.

If You Become Kind To Yourself

Our master is hard to follow. He is rigid at a distance.

Of what is right and wrong is right and wrong. Unerring, majestic, holy.

How can someone maintain friendship with someone like that?

But somehow up close if you really care to look.

He is fresh and always new, and kind, and kind, and kind.

So stop judging yourself; for sins deliberately done, and for not being someone you think He’d like.

Because when you judge yourself, you have not time to love yourself.  

Look at the master --fresh and always new, and kind, and kind, and kind.

#This poem is for my harshest critic, myself. My dear, if you stop judging and become kind to yourself there is this spaciousness for learning and a certain kind of freshness. If you become kind to yourself you give space for growth. And space and growth is beautiful.