Once Again

what takes me away from life,
from living for the giving-
what presses so hard,
against my existence-
when I want to forge through,
to push back with exact measure-
and loving motivation.
what motivates me,
to bring in the mighty of me-
to come full charge against-
what holds me back,
and say “no more!”
to take the strength that resides,
in me-
let it build up inside,
of me-
living life as it should be,
with vision,
passion that fuels-
the flames of my fire,
reaching ever so higher-
past complacency-
that settles for empty.
fill the well of my soul,
water of life-
overflow,
onto me, onto you, onto the world.
one step,
here I come-
for life has just begun,
yes again-
as it ends,
it begins-
once again.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. 
The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.
~ C. JoyBell C.

I wish you enough

 'I wish you enough,'wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them,

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye.."

Stand still

The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost.
Wherever you are is a place called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
- David Wagoner

Princess says:

I am She…Creativity

I am she,

 creativity-

power that takes me,

to my passion.

Joan of Arc,

holding tight-

my sword of truth,

I rise amongst the-

weeping fields,

that hold my soul-

to becoming.

endings now,

turning into-

my beginnings-

awakening in me now.

before the movement-

of my creative way,

I remained closed like-

a tight bulb rose,

cold in its protecting-

unwilling to open,

until the light came-

streaming through to,

the heart of me,

bringing me to free.

my passion song,

hums through me-

I am close to,

my soul’s calling-

I hold love as my strength,

compassion my way-

I find myself-

entering the she,

I was always meant to be.

By Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Life

Life is not a race-but indeed a journey. Be honest. Work hard. Be choosy. Say “thank you”. “I love you”, and “great job” to someone each day. Take time for prayer. Be thankful. Love your life and what you’ve been given, it is not accidental. Search for your purpose and do it as best you can. Dreaming does matter. It allows you to become that which you aspire to be. Laugh often. Appreciate the little things in life and enjoy them. Some of the best things really are free. Do not worry. Forgive, it frees the soul. Take time for yourself. Plan for longevity. Recognize the special people you’ve been blessed to know. Live for today, enjoy the moment.
~Bonnie Mohr.

Today

Happy New Year

An exciting start to this year

A new attrition to our family 

My first Grandchild born to my son Joseph band Becca 

Emersin Phoebe .

Boxing day Birth!

My first Grandchild Joseph's daughter

Emersin Phoebe Elder

Waiting

In Swift Current waiting with Joseph for the arrival of his baby girl!

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