Blythely Dancing

 #339 Inspired by Modern Tarot Page of Pentacles stop daydreaming, start doing path to master craft #340 Need a container rich environment for growth safe to take the risks #341 inspired by Modern Tarot Jasmine-infused dream scented inspiration lead to profound insight #342 inspired by "The Nutcracker" Sugar Plums prancing snowflakes, flowers, candies waltz children's dreams dancing #343 Embracing humid plumeria/jet fuel fantasy of home #344 Leaping into faith put money where my mouth is link arms to get coached #345 Can it be twelve months since we lost your shining light tender grave visit

#94 I pray that loving kindness peaceful creation is risen indeed #95 Hail on, spring morning let your last burst of ice fly melt on warming earth #96 Hop on one foot, jump on two, leap one to other assembl é , sissonne #97 Only in darkness can the star's shining be seen traveling through space #98 How complicated can it be renewing my passport, USA? #99 (inspired by Emerson) Poet as sayer recognize experience beauty, report back #100 Four strong limbs support the openhearted camel kneel strong back, arms, neck                                 (Image of dessert beverage with Schoko-Eierlikoer + Kirschlikoer) #101 Extrem lecker schmeckt Schwarzwaelderkirschtorte shots mit eine Freundin

Today’s poems are about love and devotion. What does it mean to be steadfast?   Devotion By Robert Frost The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean— Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition. Want By Blythe Stephens I want you I want you I want so much more of you I think I’ve met my match Hope you feel the same way too I am floored We soar  You rock me deep in my core Come what may I am yours And you’ll always be adored

Happy Easter! This first poem by Guest is fittingly about rising above and persevering, and the second by me is a little love ditty. Wishing you renewal, hope, and love today and every day. It Couldn’t Be Done By Edgar Albert Guest Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done and he did it! Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one ever has done it;” But he took off his coat and he took off his hat And the first thing we knew he’d begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousa...