A gentle breeze
A subtle calm
Beneath the clanging banging sounds
The deepest breath
The warmest light
Found within, without the fight
The love of all
Big and small
It was here all along
Author: Carried Forth
I have always loved to write. I also enjoy reading, being in nature, caring for animals, and being a mom.
Standing Still
Standing still.
Still standing.
Standing still.
Breathing in.
Quiet moments.
Thoughts within.
Still standing.
Proud and tall.
Never falling.
Taken the call.
Standing still.
Still standing.
Waiting, doing, living.
Moving, flowing, growing.
Still standing.
Standing still.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie
2019
Not Giving Up.
Those days when the covers
Slip over the head.
Those days when the darkness
Holds fast in the bed.
Those days have ended.
There is something new today.
A gift to be given.
Because showing up was the way.
Muddling through.
Pushing hard.
Screaming until empty.
Pouring out the heart.
Those days are tucked away.
Sleeping quietly.
Whispering.
Go now, explore what life brings.
Open to the possibilities.
Open the heart even more.
Free to fly now.
Choose to soar.
For not giving up
A greater reward.
Seeing life brand new
In this beautiful world.
Where To Now?
A phase has ended,
There is newness all around.
Options are endless.
Try to keep those feet on the ground.
Rising up, excited to choose.
Where to now?
When there is nothing to lose.
Backstory: The Old Wooden Crow
I wrote a poem, The Old Wooden Crow. The crow was discovered by me and my kids on a hike. It is part of a tree that lost half of itself.
The hole is large enough to fit a small child, which was the reason why we stopped to look at it. Not to put a child in the hole, but to marvel at the size of the broken part of the tree. Wondering what could live inside it.
The possibilities are endless.
While contemplating, or rather giggling over, suggestions of what could live inside, I noticed the bump on top that looked like a crow.
I zoomed in, snapped a picture, and was even more delighted when I downloaded the picture. Seeing the ‘crow’ up close it even has an eye!
This is nature art! A very fine example of it.
I love how the world provides beautiful, humorous things to look at when we keep our eyes open.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie
Autumn Leaves: A Time for Letting Go
One of my favorite things about Autumn, aside from the gorgeous, clear weather, is the leaves.
From the first sign of color.
To the full blown tree in all its glory!
Then they fall…
Leaving a symphony of sounds that crunch underfoot.
It is breathtaking.
Leaving me to think…
I am willing to let go as graciously and beautifully as the trees do in Autumn. Trusting the spring to arrive again. Renewing the leaves for another season.
Love and blessings to you. đź’•Carrie
The Wizard
With a snap of his fingers,
A flick of his wrist,
He created a million dollars.
It appeared in a mist.
Eyes wide, mouths a gap,
We sat there not breathing,
Or thinking. Marveling how?
Then with a nod,
He said, "Go on, now."
Dispersing to the streets.
We snapped our fingers.
We flicked our wrists,
But nothing appeared.
Not even mist.
Years passed.
As they do.
We learned and thought.
Grew and grew.
Passing the town square one day.
We saw the wizard
In full display!
He snapped his fingers.
Flicked his wrist.
Created diamonds out of mist!
Looking at him with skeptical eyes,
We walked over, to talk to him.
Ask why he would trick these men.
'A trick?' He laughed.
'Tis not.
A trick implies what you saw was a lie.'
We tried it ourselves.
It did not work.
'Did you think it would?'
'Well, no!'
'Then that's why.'
Eyes open, mouths wide,
Why, oh why, did we even try?
He must be playing another trick,
A mind game, that is.
'Belief is a must.' He said.
'Use your mind to believe
And worlds you will create.
These diamonds are small compared
To what you can change.
If you believe,
It all falls into place.'
