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Leap Year

February 29th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In this grand tapestry of time that we are asked to weave, there lies a mystery, a single day conceived. A cycle that arrives every four years, a day that defies the norm, it does appear.

Leap Year, they call it, mysterious and grand, a day that infrequently falls in our careful hands. It is a humble addition to our abundance of yearly chores, but behind its existence, there is a bit more.

It’s a secret hidden in a celestial dance, a subtle maneuver in the cosmic expanse. Earth, in orbit, moves around the sun, but not with perfect rhythm, not with precision.

Four trips around, our planet does complete, yet a fraction of a day, it cannot meet. So Leap Year is born to balance the books, a day that adjusts, for a day that the universe took.

What power does this day indeed hold? Does it reveal secrets yet to be told? Does it align the stars in a celestial rhyme, opening doors to a different realm of time?

Perhaps hidden within this extra day lies the answers we search for, come what may—a mystery wrapped in its fleeting embrace, gossiping secrets revealed at its pace.

Oh, Leap Year, enigmatic and enshrined, do you hold the key to the uncharted mind? A symbol of the time’s ever-changing face, with every four years, a new chapter is put in place.

So embrace this wonder, this leap from the norm. For within this day, a secret is born. Unlocking the mysteries that lie within, let the leap year unfold; it’s where life truly begins.

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Stained Glass

February 28th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In this land where dreams are fragile, and desires like fireflies glow.
I find myself dwelling in a peculiar abode, a house of transparency, where secrets do not hide, I am living in a glass house, where truth permanently resides.

Every wall, every window, crystal-clear, almost pristine, revealing my essence, allowing the cruel world to be seen. No shadows dance, no darkness cloaks my heart, for in this delicate sanctuary, truth sets me apart.

In this experimental existence, my vulnerability emerges as an open book. My soul’s colors no longer diverge, rawly exposing all my flaws. My every quirk, and all my deepest fears, living in a glass house, I am freed from façades yet riddled with tears.

Embracing this unique arrangement, I feel a potent shift,
as transparency becomes a precious, and unknowingly rare gift. Gone are the walls of pretense, veiling from the world my true self. In this radiant refuge, honesty can truly be delved.

Yet with this newfound liberation, caution finds its space, as onlookers pass by, scrutinizing my every trace. Their judgments, like pebbles, cast upon the glass, but their stones shatter not my spirit, the fortress wall are high nor shall they trespass.

To live in a glass house that is fortified by resilience, withstanding all discord, and seeking emotional brilliance. For the beauty is in the truth, and the freedom it imparts, living in this transparent haven, is where true integrity starts.

So let the sun illuminate my being, let all the stars align, as my glass house offers a glimpse of a satisfactory life. It’s with this symbiotic harmony, that my truth is divine. I am living in a glass house where authenticity is allowed to shine.

In this metaphoric dwelling, I find solace and release, my beautiful sanctuary bathed in honesty, granting me inner peace. Though vulnerable, I stand tall, boldly embracing the unknown,
for living in a glass house, my true self has grown.

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Whispers Of Doubt

February 27th, 2024
Don’t sit with your thoughts too long my friend, they can be a trickster’s blend.
They will whisper doubts and sow seeds of fear, leading you to a place unclear.

Instead, let each of them pass like clouds in the sky, watch them float, and gently say goodbye.
Refuse to dwell on what’s once been said, embrace the peace that lies ahead.

Fill your mind with joy and light,
banish the darkness, and keep it out of sight.
Choose thoughts that lift you so high, watch your spirit soar, and learn how to fly. Remember you are strong, you are inherently free.

Don’t sit with the thoughts that bring you down, rise above them and claim your golden crown.
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I’m the lighter, and you are the gasoline

February 26th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the shadows, you patiently wait, oh gaslighter, with manipulative charm and your deceptive fire.

Your elusive gaze burns like a flickering flame, as you weave your web for this twisted game.

Dousing my spirit with doubts and fear, convincing me that my heart is insincere.

You twisted my words, and you distorted the truth, leaving my trust shattered and uncouth.

Gaslighter, you revel in the chaos and confusion, feeding off the turmoil from your cunning illusion.

You whispered lies into my willing ear, blurring the lines until my reality wasn’t clear.

I refuse to be captive anymore to your deceit, I must rise above, and find strength in retreat.

For your power has always lied in my ignorance, I now refuse to dwell in this malevolent dance.

Gaslighter, your reign will soon fade away, I am reclaiming my light and forging through to brighter days.

No longer will your darkness cloud my sight, I’ve broken free from your grip and have reclaimed my rights.

So go on, gaslighter, play your wicked game, but know that in the end, I won’t be the same.

For I’ve finally learned to see through all your smoke and lies, for beneath these ashes, a phoenix will rise.

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Journey To The Past

February 25th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In days of old, when the time was young, we embarked on journeys, hearts unwrung—adventuring through expansive landscapes, exploring realms where our dreams reside.

Back in that time, we would set sail
on vessels brave, with the wind as our trail.
Over rolling hills, our spirits would soar, guided by the stars, to distant shores.

Through the dense forests, we would tread, where ancient secrets whispered overhead.
Trees reaching up to touch the sky,
Their canopies a haven where our dreams could fly.

Across vast deserts, under a blazing sun, we’d seek solace in the shade where our souls would run.
Footprints were lost in golden grains of sand as we roamed in search of our promised land.

Scaling mighty mountains and breathtaking heights, we’d conquer fears with every arduous climb.
Reveling in the panorama of the world below, in awe of nature’s grandeur, her vibrance did show.

In the hidden caves, we’d unveil mysteries untold, with torches burning, casting shadows so bold—unearthing stories etched in ancient stone, whispers of civilizations, long forgotten, yet not alone.

Through bustling cities, we’d weave and sway, absorbing cultures, colorful in array—a tapestry woven with unique lives, linking our hearts with one common desire.

Back in our time, I long to return,
to the days of adventuring, where our souls would yearn.
To immerse within the world’s embrace, imbibe the magic, and leave no trace.

For in our time of exploration bold,
we discovered wonders, magic, and truths untold.
And though the years may pass in a blink, in adventure’s call we shall foreverbe linked.

Let our hearts be stirred once more to venture back, our spirits to be restored.
In the whispers of our ancient past,
adventuring, we know, shall forever last.

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Spring Is Here

February 24th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHj

In this land where icy winds once blew, where the world was once locked in a frozen hue, there’s come a time of warmth anew Spring has arrived, and the thaw ensues.

From the chilling depths, where rivers did sleep, beneath the ice, buried so deep, a gentle whisper, a secret to keep, awakening life from its wintry sleep.

First, the snowflakes began to melt
like tears of joy. As spring is felt,
droplets form where ice once dwelt, revealing a world we’ve long felt.

The sun stretches its rays, warming the earth, breathing new life with each passing day, a new beautiful sight as nature finally awakens, with colors so bright.

Rivers begin to dance with splendor and grace, breaking free from their icy embrace, guiding the thaw in an elegant chase as Spring claims her rightful place.

The land, that was once blanketed in pure white, now bathed in bold and bright hues of flowers blooming, bees taking flight, awakening senses with sheer delight.

Birds return, melodies filling the air, taking their first flight, serenading the world in a harmonious plight, welcoming Spring, such an enchanting sight.

Grasses sway as gentle breezes sigh, trees stretch their branches, touching the sky, awakening creatures with nature’s tender lullaby, as Spring thaw’s magic is magnified.

Oh, Spring thaw, you bring us cheer, banishing winter, dispelling all fear, renewing hope as the beauty of nature draws near. In your embrace, we find solace, my dear.

So let us celebrate this vibrant Spring with open hearts as joy takes wing, embracing the warmth as new life begins.

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Strength Lies Within

February 23rd, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the midst of a forest, so grand and divine,
Stands a towering presence, a tree so sublime.
Its trunk reaching skyward, majestic and tall,
A sentinel of wisdom, guarding nature’s call.

The tall pine, a symbol of strength and grace,
With branches outstretched, embracing open space.
Its needles, a vibrant shade of evergreen,
Whisper tales of resilience, barely heard and seen.

Through seasons of change, it stands steadfast and true,
Braving storm’s fury, bending, but never to undo.
Roots firmly planted, in the earth it takes hold,
Drawing life from the soil, growing fearless and bold.

As the sun paints the sky with it’s golden hue,
The tall pine stands proud, touched by nature’s debut.
Its needles swaying gently, a soft lullaby,
Inviting all creatures to lay worries aside.

Oh, the secrets it holds, within its strong core,
Of lives lived beneath its shelter, forevermore.
Creatures seeking refuge, finding solace in its shade,
A sanctuary offered, a comforting serenade.

And in every breath of wind that passes through,
A gentle symphony, natures melody so true.
The tall pine, an orchestra conductor of the woods,
Harmonizing nature’s chorus, understood.

So let us pay homage to this towering delight,
To the tall pine trees, standing valiant day and night.
A witness to life’s wonders, a guide in the wild,
Lifting spirits higher, like a proud, soaring child.

May we learn from its presence, its unwavering grace,
To stand tall in adversity, with resilience we embrace.
For the tall pine reminds us, in its majesty so fine,
That strength lies within us, like a tree so divine.
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Grow Where You Are Planted

February 22nd, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In a world of constant motion and change, we often seek places where we can rearrange.
But amidst this desire to wander and roam, there’s a beauty in learning to grow where you’re planted, in your own home.

For the earth, it’s a simple truth to know that all life begins where the seeds are sown.
And just like the roots that dig deep in the ground, we too must find strength in the places we have found.

Like a bit of seed in a big, wide field, our potential begins to unfold and yield.
It may seem daunting, this humble start, but remember, even the tallest trees had a humble heart.

Grow where you are planted, let your roots firmly grip, for the soil has lessons that will help you equip.
Nurture your dreams, let your passions take flight, and don’t be afraid to shine even in the darkest of night.

Embrace your surroundings, each challenge or strife, for every obstacle can be a stepping stone to a brand new life. Blossom like a flower, with colors so grand, and inspire others with the beauty you expand.

Though the path may be winding, with twists and turns, it’s where you are now that truly discerns,
the character, the strength, and person you’ll be, so grow where you’re planted and let yourself see.

For even a humble garden can bear fruits so sweet, and the journey of growth makes this life complete. So embrace the soil beneath you, let it nourish your soul, and watch yourself flourish and reach for your every goal.

Grow where you are planted, with grace and with intent, and find contentment and joy wherever you’re sent. Life’s most extraordinary journey lies in the seeds we’ve sown, so let yourself bloom in the place you call home.

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Collecting Marbles

February 19th, 2024
Photo Credit: LHJ

In the depths of my mind, I embarked on a quest to find the marbles scattered, to restore my zest. For life had grown chaotic, with thoughts in disarray, I yearned for the clarity that marbles could convey.

In the corners of my memory, I began to explore, tracing back the footprints of days gone before.
With each step, I untangled the threads of my past, seeking those marbles, hoping they would last.

Through the labyrinth of thoughts, I wandered carefully through moments of laughter, love, and despair. Each marble held a story, a fragment of my soul, a piece of the puzzle, making me whole.

Some marbles gleamed brightly, memories so dear, rekindling forgotten joys, wiping away each tear. They whispered of innocence, of a simpler time, a reminder to embrace the beauty, the sublime.

But not all marbles held a radiance so bright. Some were faded, worn, and tarnished by endless nights.
Yet, they, too, held significance, lessons to be learned. In the shadows of struggle, resilience was earned.

I found marbles of passion with burning fire, igniting ambitions, urging me to find my soul’s desire.
They urged me to chase dreams, never to hold back, to capture the fleeting moments, and never to lose track.

Then, there were marbles of love, shining like stars, crafted by cherished moments, both near and far. They taught me the power, the strength of connection, in the shade of emotions, Love is the inflection.

As I gathered these marbles, piece by colored piece, I felt a newfound clarity, a sense of release. For within these memories, my essence was confined, a mosaic of experiences intricately entwined.

Finding my marbles was not a simple task, and it required patience, resilience, and a steadfast grasp. But in the depths of my mind, I began to see the beauty of the journey, the person I came to be.

So, I’ll treasure these marbles, hold them close to my heart, in each polished orb, a memory carved like fine art. For they are the reminders of a life fully lived, a testament to my resilience and the courage to forgive.

Finding my marbles, I discovered much more: a kaleidoscope of emotions and a million treasures to adore. As I navigate life’s winding, uncertain lanes, I’ll carry these marbles forever in my veins.

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Wishin, Hopin, Dreamin

February 18th, 2024
Write about your dream home.

Photo Credit: Pintrest

In the depths of the silent wood, I dream of a home where serenity reigns supreme. Nestled amidst nature’s embrace, a tranquil abode, my sacred space.

A cottage is standing tall and grand,
with walls crafted by nature’s hand. Made of timber, solid and true, embracing the whispers of the gentle wind as it blew.

A thatched roof, adorned with leaves, like a canopy protecting the dreams we begin to weave. Sheltering us from the sun’s fiery rays, creating a haven where love can play.

As I step inside, a warm hearth awaits. Crackling flames dance and radiate, unveiling stories written in the flames’ embrace, erasing sorrow and leaving no trace.

Through the windows, nature’s art unfolds, a masterpiece of greens and golds; tall trees whisper secrets, and birds gently sing as I lose myself in the songs they bring.

A quaint window seat, a cozy little nook, a refuge where my favorite book can become a portal to worlds unknown, and imagination takes flight all on its own.

The scent of pine hanging in the air, mingling with the earth beyond compare. Awakening nostalgia from a distant past memory; in this haven, time moves slowly for you and me.

Wandering outside to the gardens fair, where colorful blooms perfume the air. A symphony of petals, vibrant and bright, showing life-abundant blessings in this gentle light.

Walking the winding pathway, kissed by the dappled sun, leads us on adventures, one by one. Discovering secrets that await each day, in this realm where dreams sway and play.

But most of all, my dream home holds, love and laughter within its folds. A sanctuary for kinship and mirth, where memories blossom, forever a glorious rebirth.

In my dream home, a wooden nest,
I find solace, peace, and rest. A sanctuary where my soul can roam, in harmony with the woods, my heart’s true home.

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