I am a glorious reflection of the Sun knowing that I also am that Golden Orb.
I am energy full of light, reflection and shadow: All part of what makes me whole.
I embrace my light and shadow!
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
I Am
I am Patient.
I am Beauty.
I am Love.
I am Light.
I am Present.
I am Wanderer.
I am Joy.
I am Willing.
I am Peace at the end of each day.
I am Beauty.
I am Love.
I am Light.
I am Present.
I am Wanderer.
I am Joy.
I am Willing.
I am Peace at the end of each day.
Friday, May 06, 2011
To my daughter
Young soul loving pink
Grow to embrace blue and green
Daughter growing up
Grow to embrace blue and green
Daughter growing up
Plaid scarf wrapped about
Her swanlike neck of grace
All things possible
Her swanlike neck of grace
All things possible
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Letter to Luna
Ah, glorious alabaster orb
I dare not sleep this morning
I'd rather dance the night away with you
I'll dance around your silky veil of clouds
Till sunrise floods the pale indigo skies with
Lavender trails and rose waves and silver white light
You are forever my love.
I dare not sleep this morning
I'd rather dance the night away with you
I'll dance around your silky veil of clouds
Till sunrise floods the pale indigo skies with
Lavender trails and rose waves and silver white light
You are forever my love.
Remember: The time to love is short
Letting Go Takes Love
To let go does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can’t do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
it’s the realization I can’t control another.To let go is not to enable,
but allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
it’s to make the most of myself.
To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
it’s to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more
Author Unknown
Positive Daily Affirmations
In the wee small hours before the Full Moon, I am ALIVE with love and creativity and gratitude. Like stars in the heaven aplenty.
The Facebook Page
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Saturday, November 13, 2010
The late night list of gratitude
For the daughter I am graced with
For the beloved not with me who IS with me
For the abundant health I have
For the supportive dad Bronte has
For the skills I am using daily for my livelihood
For my steadfast heart
For my newest peer connections
For my faith
For my willingness to keep on trying loving
For my growing strength to do what is right
For my typing ability
For my alone time tonight
For my ability to be alone
For my appreciation of my alone time
For my creativity
For the muses in my life
For the friends of years and new each day
For the mother in my life
For the healthy relationship with Sydney
For the lights that are on and the heat that can be used
For the comfortable bed that awaits me
For the chance to begin again tomorrow with focus
For all that I am and have and can be...
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
haikus of the season part 1
acquaintances made
in candle lit living rooms
on holiday nights
in candle lit living rooms
on holiday nights
tender beginnings
the scent of spiced candle wax
brings back memories
the scent of spiced candle wax
brings back memories
to meet and to greet
a bold new year with new friends
i need no other gifts
a bold new year with new friends
i need no other gifts
Monday, October 18, 2010
80% of Full Moon
Oh Luna.
Daughter was convinced you were following us last night.
As we walked up the driveway she declared:
Momma, the moon is following us?
Do you think so dear one?
YES, she was sure.
Well, then the moon is following us.
I am forever happy to have the reflected light of the day follow me.
I am forever happy to reflect back respect and appreciation for how I love you.
Daughter was convinced you were following us last night.
As we walked up the driveway she declared:
Momma, the moon is following us?
Do you think so dear one?
YES, she was sure.
Well, then the moon is following us.
I am forever happy to have the reflected light of the day follow me.
I am forever happy to reflect back respect and appreciation for how I love you.
The Scoop About Me
"I am a grounded gypsy. With boxes of past journals. Boxes...Write haiku mostly daily and think in haiku on command. Don't wear a watch. Love the ocean. Love that I was reunited with my birth mom. And choose peace as my preferred state of being. "
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Saturday, September 04, 2010
There is a poem brewing in me
As I consider slumber.
A poem waxing toward fullness
Of memories as sweet as the fruits of summer
Handpicked berries that never made it to the basket
That were thoroughly enjoyed in the moment
Indigo blue stained fingertips tell the tale
And with a breathless smile, I delay washing my hands
preferring to conjure again the memory
of the hours spent picking berries
Without a thought
of the passing time
As I consider slumber.
A poem waxing toward fullness
Of memories as sweet as the fruits of summer
Handpicked berries that never made it to the basket
That were thoroughly enjoyed in the moment
Indigo blue stained fingertips tell the tale
And with a breathless smile, I delay washing my hands
preferring to conjure again the memory
of the hours spent picking berries
Without a thought
of the passing time
Tanka
There is a hillside
Abundant with daffodils
Returning each spring
Recognized are you, season
Upon season, as love blooming
Abundant with daffodils
Returning each spring
Recognized are you, season
Upon season, as love blooming
The Global Coherence Initiative
There can't be enough effort to build community, compassion, and coherence in the world and sometimes the point is to stop, do no thing and BE coherence first within that more will be called to feel compelled to do the same. Why? Because it was the only thing to do that moment. --Deborah
To join the collective team...
http://www.glcoherence.org/
To join the collective team...
http://www.glcoherence.org/
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Haiku Trio
Sleepless night again
Tender thoughts my companion
I DO miss dreaming
To wander my hallways
Of mind and heart without you
I DO miss listening
To the back door then
To slip into the field where
Our dreams play together
Friday, June 18, 2010
Beautiful is this Insomnia
Love.
The nights I resist sleep do I come here to write to the Beloved.
Dear One. It is of course preferable that I lay back in the arms of love.
And with the company of a joy-filled song, do I celebrate my love
dancing in communion with the Spirit of you
for life
for song
for love
for you
Did you ever think you had it all figured out?
I have no desire to figure it all out and that makes all the difference.
Blessings for the simple celebration of connecting again and again.
The nights I resist sleep do I come here to write to the Beloved.
Dear One. It is of course preferable that I lay back in the arms of love.
And with the company of a joy-filled song, do I celebrate my love
dancing in communion with the Spirit of you
for life
for song
for love
for you
Did you ever think you had it all figured out?
I have no desire to figure it all out and that makes all the difference.
Blessings for the simple celebration of connecting again and again.
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Enneagram Prayer of Gratitude
I am grateful that I live in a perfect Universe and know my own perfection because my True Nature is the Universal Source itself.
I am grateful that the Universe is made of love and that I am filled with an endless supply of love that I both give and receive.
I am grateful that I live in a dynamic Universe and know that I can achieve everything that is my heart’s desire.
I am grateful that I am an individual with my own life experience and unique gifts, as well as being an expression of the Universal whole.
I am grateful that I receive the wisdom of the Universe, knowing that I am guided to my highest good in every moment.
I am grateful that I am supported by a benevolent Universe and know that I am always safe because True Nature is indestructible.
I am grateful that the Universe is abundant and that I am filled with joy and endless possibilities.
I am grateful that the Universe is all-powerful and eternal and that I am filled with strength and eternal life.
I am grateful that because I am all of these I am also filled with endless and abiding peace.
Amen.
Used With Permission.Copyright 2008 Paula Warner.
Friday, June 04, 2010
There is a place in you where there is perfect peace
There is a place in you where nothing is impossible
There is a place in you where the strength of God abides
Joyce Bennett, BMsc, MDiv
Life, Success and Spiritual Coach,
Specializing in Recovery Coaching
www.abcsofliving.com
www.centerforjoyfulliving.org
There is a place in you where nothing is impossible
There is a place in you where the strength of God abides
Joyce Bennett, BMsc, MDiv
Life, Success and Spiritual Coach,
Specializing in Recovery Coaching
www.abcsofliving.com
www.centerforjoyfulliving.org
Monday, May 31, 2010
Letter to the Beloved
Dear One,
To feel so flooded with vios, that principle from which life manifests into expressions of vitality...
The birds feasting on worms with dew in the air and on the grass
The sun teasing us with its soft golden pink light cutting through the veil of fair indigo clouds
It happens in a flash that is timeless.
God is all around
Breathe in the essence
Swim in the manna
Drink till we are in ecstasy
The parting words always
All is Well
Life is Good
We are Truly Blessed
Dormant vitality in me awakens
Heartspace stretches into new territories
Sleeping pain and love expresses itself
Tears of joy and aching are one and the same
Recognition of the Sacred is a Precious Experience.
Love,
Your Beautiful Muse
To feel so flooded with vios, that principle from which life manifests into expressions of vitality...
The birds feasting on worms with dew in the air and on the grass
The sun teasing us with its soft golden pink light cutting through the veil of fair indigo clouds
It happens in a flash that is timeless.
God is all around
Breathe in the essence
Swim in the manna
Drink till we are in ecstasy
The parting words always
All is Well
Life is Good
We are Truly Blessed
Dormant vitality in me awakens
Heartspace stretches into new territories
Sleeping pain and love expresses itself
Tears of joy and aching are one and the same
Recognition of the Sacred is a Precious Experience.
Love,
Your Beautiful Muse
Sunday, May 30, 2010
When It Comes to Writing
In the process of clearing first, we get to the beauty and truth beyond the mental cobwebs.
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