Wolf World Hike
Away in the woods again this weekend
Sitting around a fire
Telling stories of days gone by
Laughing until we cried
Doing silly things
Playing games
Hiking all the way up to the top
What a beautiful experience to be around loved ones
Sharing, exploring, dreaming.
Fire draws people in,
Makes them sit down for a while
And simply just be with one another.
What a beautiful experience
What an amazing adventure
SQUAM Lake, New Hampshire. View from the hidden rock I found to rest and dream.
Discover
Wander
Capture
Really trust this troubled heart
Tiny birds have wings
but freely fly
Listen for the wonder
Let open hands fall
Perhaps that old feeling is real
But today let go
Transform
Travel
Eyes open
Pondering
Feeling
Loving
This poem was written at
in
painting class. I think it describes the transformation that happened while I was there.
" I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forest and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps a great joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another to compete for love. For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves"
~James Kavanaugh
**I found this through Swirly and it really resonates with me, so I wanted to share it here as well. Thank you Sparkletopia!**
Last year my theme for 2007 was Passion. I wanted to bring Passion into my life. At that time my concentration was between Christian and I. However now I realize the Passion I was searching for had nothing to do with another person, rather it had everything to do with me.
There are many things in this world that I am passionate about.
The beach, taking photographs, my family, getting to know people, creating, reading, traveling...just to name a few.
My passions light up my eyes when I talk about them, bring a huge smile to my face, and make me feel alive!
An
indescribable
feeling washing over me when I talk about my trip to Mexico and my upcoming trip to
SQUAM
. It feels like a fire is lit inside me. I love this feeling. I could eat, breath, live this feeling. It is a part of something I am passionate about...connecting with people.
Now that Christian and I are no longer together I realize I need someone who has core values of things that move them. Things that light their spark, get them going, and rev up their engines.
I want to continue down my path of exploring the things I am passionate about. If I find someone, I want to share my dreams with them. I don't want them to be passionate about all the things I am, but respect what gets me going. I want them to have their own things and I want to hear about them. I want to share some adventures along the way, laugh, and expand our hearts together.
It is not easy to find someone who has that fire. Sometimes it is hard for me to keep my own fire ignited. But I am working on it. Throwing more logs onto the fire, putting myself out there, and concentrating on what it is that moves me. If I don't find someone it is ok as well because I knwo that I have enought and I am enough...I have myself.
We used to be together.
Laughing, joking, enjoying each others company.
Now we are apart.
Not even sure what the other is doing.
How did it come to this?
Did we not work hard enough?
Did we not listen to each others inner most thoughts?
Did we close our eyes to the beauty that surrounded us?
Before we were a team, now we are strangers.
Passing one another in the night and never even noticing.
Looking around I see all the things we used to share,
Time spent together.
When all is still and quiet I can still hear your laughter bouncing off the walls.
Photos of you remain in frames hung up so neatly.
I still cannot muster up the strength to take them down.
When I gaze upon them memories flood my mind.
Taking me back to a moment filled with smiles and time spent together.
There are still moments when my eyes well up with tears.
Remembering you.
We spent so much time laughing...
no one can make me laugh like you do.
Just hearing that laugh brings a smile to my face.
I miss you!
I hope you are well,
and I hope whatever you are up to your laughter is following you!
I am doing it....I am actually really doing it.
I can not even believe it myself.
But I am attending
This is a dream come true for me.
I am extremely nervous about it
I am not an artist
I just love to do art.
Who am I to be surround by such inspiration?
But I am doing it
I am putting myself out there, and it is so exciting.
This will be a trip I will remember for the rest of my life.
What feels even better is that I am doing this for myself.
Purely for myself.
Rarely do I do things for myself.
I know this experience will fill my heart, inspire my soul, and leave me smiling from ear to ear.
Two more weeks!! Hooray!!
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Hello I'm Jennifer! A writer, podcaster and heart-centered guide. I believe in the power of the written word and am here to guide you in opening your heart.
