tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post1480485797766330931..comments2023-08-13T09:04:51.674-04:00Comments on poetry passion: Something lighter by Toipkcypherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837822081159657095noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post-90792110528773950032011-03-26T10:02:17.343-04:002011-03-26T10:02:17.343-04:00Jayne,
Great stories! Yes, I think we all spend t...Jayne,<br /><br />Great stories! Yes, I think we all spend time in our self imposed cells where we know what to expect. Perhaps daily, fear prohibits me from living my life fully, from reacting to an incident as my heart would have me, or from saying the words someone needs to hear, all from fear of failure, rejection, or of revealing too much of my "self".<br /><br />Your comment leads me to the selection of today’s poems by David Whyte. Thanks for the nice segue. <br /><br />Pampkcypherthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12837822081159657095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post-27173178528292124702011-03-25T19:48:35.621-04:002011-03-25T19:48:35.621-04:00Today Gary and I came home from being out to lunch...Today Gary and I came home from being out to lunch. Our little Springer Spaniel, Rebel, came out to greet us. We live on a very busy street, and he was supposed to be in the fenced in back yard. Apparently, Gary had left the gate open by mistake. Yet Rebel stayed inside and didn't venture out of the backyard until he hear us pull up. Was he too frightened to leave the safety of our yard, or didn't he know his "cell door" was wide open? Who will ever know? <br /><br />Many years ago my mother shared a dream that she had about her children. In her dream, all of us were sitting in our prison cells with the doors wide open. Were we all too frightened to make the decision to change our live?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11541210089619500513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post-79533392091143887962011-03-24T12:37:04.672-04:002011-03-24T12:37:04.672-04:00I've gotta love this poem --just because she m...I've gotta love this poem --just because she mentions the Pyrenees --my region-- and the dog that goes with it, what we call there "le berger des Pyrénées." It's quite a beautiful dog. Of course, if it's a female dog, it's then quite a beautiful bitch. More later...marie-johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05798554105777034828noreply@blogger.com