#WeekendCoffeeShare. Flowers and Mud.

My canine spirit animal will accompany us as we sip our morning beverage.

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclecti Ali. It is a coffee day for me, though three days a week it is Matcha green tea. And my coffee today is half-caff. I believe this is better for my health and ability to sleep, and the Florida weather is very sweat-producing lately, which disagrees with my age. đŸ™‚ Half-caff seems to be all I need, though I am pretty tired in the evenings now. We’ll see how that goes when we have less daylight.

My focus is all over the place. I brought home work to do last night and still have some to do this morning. Tomorrow there’s a drive through Trunk or Treat in the afternoon at church and I’m taking pictures. It should be fun.

Focus being as it is, let me just pick a word and ponder on it. Random Word Generator says: Heal. Gosh, if that isn’t the word of the year for me, then I don’t know if words even exist. Take a gander at what I’ll call a free-flow poem:

Mudflower, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2020

If you heal, you are a flower growing out of the mud. What matters is not that you were in the mud, but that you are a flower. Should one forget the mud? It was a cool, nurturing place for you. Maybe forget the bugs. Mud grew you into a flower, and not just any flower. You may be a tiger lily or a wildflower but with thorns along its side. You are not easily plucked, friend to the bees, protecting itself, yet opening to flourish and receive the sunshine. Do not feel ashamed, but empowered. What matters is that you are a flower.

True story. My life. I think I’ll try these sorts of poems more often. After all, I grew tired of griping about my health, the state of politics or education budgets, or my temporary writer’s block. This could start a prolific trend…dare I hope? Virtual hugs, my friends. Have a great week!

A Prayer for Lent. #poetry

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by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

(c) 2017

Lord,

I have been broken.

My thoughts are, at times, dark.

Although I bear a fracture line,

you’ve pieced me together, whole.

I can be petty, petulant, self-centered, and obsessed,

but you tell me I’m still good enough.

A selfless, loving being as you,

tells me I am good enough.

You reach out for me to follow,

and you tell me I belong.

You say “Stand up, and shine your light,”

and I can no longer hide.

So I ask of you, “Please lead the way,”

as I stumble along your path,

feeling awkward, yet warmed by your light.

Please guide me, as I know I’m sure to fall.

 

Source: A Prayer for Lent 

(At my Niume site)