Sleep little flower, Safe and warm, Under a blanket of snow. Rest through the winter Wake in the spring, When again, you’ll start to grow. Stretch little flower, Reach for the Sun, Bath in its healing rays. Grow strong and tall, While you might, For numbered are your...
We enter this life with an inhale and exit with an exhale. The breath is our constant companion, yet it is so often unnoticed—an automatic rhythm we assume will always be there. It carries us through our days, through moments of laughter and moments of grief, through...
Ping—Bong—Whoosh—Boom! Sound. It’s something that most of us encounter daily. Soothing, inspiring, motivating, disruptive, nerve-wracking, scary. Sounds can make us feel all these things, but what is it—really? At its core, sound is a vibration or series of...
A Mother’s Day Memorial a poem by Brenda Wilkins I never thought I’d see the day, When you would be so far away. I know, at times I wasn’t kind, But Mom you’re always on my mind. Memories of you I hold dear, For in my heart, you’re still here. Every time I close my...
I’ve been looking through some of my past journals. It was interesting going through my thoughts, and meanderings from 2023. I am surprised and even in awe of my own words—my own wisdom. It made me think, perhaps, when we say or think something for the first time, we...
