Myabe they ARE complete, there's just some extra pages. For... artwork? Photos? Blank-ness?
I love YOU, that's one thing I know to be true of Love. And your posts ALWAYS bring me back to center, and make me feel warm and glad that there's someone "out there" who "gets it," and is kind and loves snakes and turtles and bears... xo xo
What is it about journals and poems? And what are the chances both you and Mary post pics of your journals with heart-centric poems? I don't know but I know I'm grateful for you both and that you share the essential stuff with your readers. 💖
The very best of what it is to be human - love (of course!) can't not want to express. Reorienting back there, to the heart, must be then the most important, the most real, the most human thing we can do.
More please. 🌸
Thank you for sharing that lovely - Pink is Everything - poem. Loved every word. XOX
Thank you, Kathleen! Your comment is journal-worthy! IDK how to explain the synchronicity. It's happened to me before with Mary's posts. I think maybe once with yours, as well. I had that photo of the journals on my desktop for months. I sat there for hours (in the middle of the night), reading all the bits and pieces.
Thanks for reading and always taking the time to leave such 🩷felt comments! XOXO
Love can be expressed in many ways....even cooking! I have always loved to feed the little peeps. Happy Valentine's Day Barbara...a lovely post from a lovely thoughtful woman.
Thank you, Heide! And yes! Even cooking. I wish I loved to cook (I once had a partner who was a professional chef, and boy, do I miss his love-filled meals.) But I do get so much Joy feeding the little birds every morning. :) 🩷
I just commented to Tereza that I saw your email and hesitated to open it because I was in the process of writing this post. But I couldn't help myself. I clicked on it, saw the notebooks, and slammed my laptop closed. I couldn't even read the first line. I laughed so hard. Thanks for reading, Anam Cara! 🩷
Oh. my gosh, Tereza! I wouldn't doubt it! It has happened so often that I hesitate to open anyone's post, especially Mary's when I'm writing one myself. But I clicked on the email, saw those notebooks, and slammed my laptop shut! 😂 I love the Magic of it all.
Thank you, Barbara. I think I could get into this "pink thing". I never heard about the "high heart", but I looked it up and I liked what I read.
"The high-heart and its activation are all about remembering that you are not just a physical body and not just a spiritual being, but a multidimensional god/goddess in form, here on a Divine impetus to create a new blueprint of change and evolutionary delight for all. Tune into your high heart right now, and see how “alive” you feel." www.basmati.com Happy Galentine's Day. That's another one I hadn't heard of.
Ronnie - I love this comment so much! Thank you for sharing the High Heart quote. I went to the website (I love the name - Basmati!) to read what she had to say, and it was beautiful. I learned about it quite by accident many years ago. I was traveling with an energy-healing friend to a workshop, and I think I mentioned my Pink Is Everything! message. She told me that the color of the High Heart is Pink. It was such a magical moment.
And...Happy Galentine's Day to you! I had to look that one up, too, and lol, I used to love watching "Parks and Recreation!"
Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to leave a comment! 🩷
What a nice "Pink/High Heart" story. I learned about Galentine's Day from Katie. Who else? I don't remember watching much Parks and Recreation, but it's never too late. (at least that episode, anyway)
Once there was a boy who gave a girl twelve roses. Eleven of them were real, one was plastic. Then he told her he will love her until the last one dies.
It was a promise he never took back.
But then one horrible day she died instead, and as her absence filled his world, he begged:
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd march right up to heaven
and bring you home again.
But no matter the depth of his grief, no such stairway ever appeared. As the years trickled by ever so painfully, on occasion he would wake up feeling fine.
Then he’d remember.
As the breaking wheel of time turned and his youth and hope fled him he went to her garden:
An old man kneeling all alone
Plants a plastic rose in a garden of stone
For seventy years now she's been gone
But his devotion is still going strong
She looked down and her heart was lost.
She whispered:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake and greet the dawn
I am the day as it is born
I am birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
He looked up with a lighter heart and sighed, “thank you”. After seventy years his loneliness finally fled him. He was no longer kneeling all alone. Her presence filled his world.
love is pink
young trees
cut down
unnecessarily
in the spring
the sweet sound
of your voice
Beautiful! Thank you, David.
Your love and wisdom are showing, dear. 💓 thank you for all that grace and simplicity. Love you and your large heart.
Thank you, Tonika...I feel the same way about you. Substack wouldn't be the same without your wit and your heart! XOXO
Pink now always reminds me of you 💗💗💗 and I fall in love with it over and over and over again!! Xo!!!!
Well, you have such a glowing High Heart that I’m not surprised! Love you, beautiful friend! 💕💕🥰
I love pink!
Pink is health and well-being.
XO
I never even liked it as a child. It's so funny how things happen...messages received...etc. It's taken on a whole new meaning in my life now.
Thx for reading, Bonnie! 🩷
I love you so much and this is so beautiful! It’s so wise and so deep. Your words always speak to the heart.
Thank you, Anam Cara. Love you, friend! 💗
Myabe they ARE complete, there's just some extra pages. For... artwork? Photos? Blank-ness?
I love YOU, that's one thing I know to be true of Love. And your posts ALWAYS bring me back to center, and make me feel warm and glad that there's someone "out there" who "gets it," and is kind and loves snakes and turtles and bears... xo xo
Aww, thank you, dear Jaan, for the Love. Sending some right back to you. I hope all is well in your world right now. 💗
What is it about journals and poems? And what are the chances both you and Mary post pics of your journals with heart-centric poems? I don't know but I know I'm grateful for you both and that you share the essential stuff with your readers. 💖
The very best of what it is to be human - love (of course!) can't not want to express. Reorienting back there, to the heart, must be then the most important, the most real, the most human thing we can do.
More please. 🌸
Thank you for sharing that lovely - Pink is Everything - poem. Loved every word. XOX
Thank you, Kathleen! Your comment is journal-worthy! IDK how to explain the synchronicity. It's happened to me before with Mary's posts. I think maybe once with yours, as well. I had that photo of the journals on my desktop for months. I sat there for hours (in the middle of the night), reading all the bits and pieces.
Thanks for reading and always taking the time to leave such 🩷felt comments! XOXO
Love can be expressed in many ways....even cooking! I have always loved to feed the little peeps. Happy Valentine's Day Barbara...a lovely post from a lovely thoughtful woman.
Thank you, Heide! And yes! Even cooking. I wish I loved to cook (I once had a partner who was a professional chef, and boy, do I miss his love-filled meals.) But I do get so much Joy feeding the little birds every morning. :) 🩷
Anam cara... That is how I feel about you, Barbara. How else to explain it?
I just commented to Tereza that I saw your email and hesitated to open it because I was in the process of writing this post. But I couldn't help myself. I clicked on it, saw the notebooks, and slammed my laptop closed. I couldn't even read the first line. I laughed so hard. Thanks for reading, Anam Cara! 🩷
I just shook my head back and forth, over and over, as I read your beautiful, companion piece. Can't wait to hug you in person someday, Barbara. 🌟
SAME!! 🥰
I think you and Mary are sharing dreams, Barbara. That's the only way I can explain the synchronicity.
Oh. my gosh, Tereza! I wouldn't doubt it! It has happened so often that I hesitate to open anyone's post, especially Mary's when I'm writing one myself. But I clicked on the email, saw those notebooks, and slammed my laptop shut! 😂 I love the Magic of it all.
Thx for reading and leaving a comment! 🩷
RIGHT?? 💯!
Thank you, Barbara. I think I could get into this "pink thing". I never heard about the "high heart", but I looked it up and I liked what I read.
"The high-heart and its activation are all about remembering that you are not just a physical body and not just a spiritual being, but a multidimensional god/goddess in form, here on a Divine impetus to create a new blueprint of change and evolutionary delight for all. Tune into your high heart right now, and see how “alive” you feel." www.basmati.com Happy Galentine's Day. That's another one I hadn't heard of.
Ronnie - I love this comment so much! Thank you for sharing the High Heart quote. I went to the website (I love the name - Basmati!) to read what she had to say, and it was beautiful. I learned about it quite by accident many years ago. I was traveling with an energy-healing friend to a workshop, and I think I mentioned my Pink Is Everything! message. She told me that the color of the High Heart is Pink. It was such a magical moment.
And...Happy Galentine's Day to you! I had to look that one up, too, and lol, I used to love watching "Parks and Recreation!"
Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to leave a comment! 🩷
What a nice "Pink/High Heart" story. I learned about Galentine's Day from Katie. Who else? I don't remember watching much Parks and Recreation, but it's never too late. (at least that episode, anyway)
Hahaha!
I think it was a spin-off of The Office? I keep saying I'm going to revisit that one...so many good laughs!
Very nice, thank you. Here's something in return:
Once there was a boy who gave a girl twelve roses. Eleven of them were real, one was plastic. Then he told her he will love her until the last one dies.
It was a promise he never took back.
But then one horrible day she died instead, and as her absence filled his world, he begged:
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd march right up to heaven
and bring you home again.
But no matter the depth of his grief, no such stairway ever appeared. As the years trickled by ever so painfully, on occasion he would wake up feeling fine.
Then he’d remember.
As the breaking wheel of time turned and his youth and hope fled him he went to her garden:
An old man kneeling all alone
Plants a plastic rose in a garden of stone
For seventy years now she's been gone
But his devotion is still going strong
She looked down and her heart was lost.
She whispered:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake and greet the dawn
I am the day as it is born
I am birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
He looked up with a lighter heart and sighed, “thank you”. After seventy years his loneliness finally fled him. He was no longer kneeling all alone. Her presence filled his world.
He retrieved her rose and renewed his promise.
Excerpt from and much more like this here: https://tritorch.substack.com/p/an-old-man-kneeling-all-alonean-ultimately
😭😭 Thank you for sharing, TriTorch!
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