Departed. Now Gone.

It was written in the clouds.

In the sway of the grasses. The chirp of the birds.

In the grasshopper in the kitchen I scooped up

to put outside. It was all there.

I saw it. Payed attention. Even when I did not want to.

I was present in all the right moments.

At every twist and turn. Dying a bit to detach again as it was 

excruciating to watch. 

All the while, the echo of pay attention

hummed in my mind. So attention I did pay.

Always. Feeling the flutter of the butterfly wings

as she passed by. Embracing the breeze as it 

caressed its way past me.

I watched. I waited. Stayed as present as I was meant to be.

You departed. I saw it. Felt it. Like a twitch.

Here. Then gone. No more goodbyes.

No more heartache or cries. You departed for the last time.

Going out with the drama you so embraced.

I thought I would not cry as tears streamed down my face.

Goodbye


This is one of those pieces that took on a life of it’s own. I have not lost anyone recently.

I debated on posting it, but I felt it was one I wanted to share. I did not want anyone reading to think I had lost someone. All is well here.

To anyone who maybe grieving the loss of a loved one, I send my humble blessings for you to find comfort.

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

I Have Grown Fond

I really enjoy the quiet. The goldfinch pair

nesting in the tree in the backyard. Their babies 

crying for food.

The day the fledglings took flight. Reminding me of my kids 

when we take a trip anywhere. Constantly

chattering and chirping about anything. With a million ‘Mom look at this’ thrown in.

My brain scatters in a million directions as I remember to breath. Which sounds odd,

but I have this awful habit of breathing shallow, which is like not breathing at all. 

In overwhelming situations I need to remember to breathe. Just breathe. 

My mind singing, Just Breathe, as I remind myself. Which causes a whole meandering

of other songs as I try not to get stuck on that one. The one that always gets stuck. 

The one I cannot remember anything, but a few words. I even think the tone

is wrong as I quietly sing it to myself.

Looking for comfort in a day that felt all uncomfortable. Like clothes that get wet in the rain.

Drying to a stiff, chaffing fabric. Making it important to remember to breathe.

I really have grown fond of the quiet. The one that sat between those thoughts.

While I watched the goldfinch family teach the young to fly. The fledglings chirping

excitedly as they swooped down to greet a chicken. Who looked slightly amused or confused.

 I laughed out loud. Enjoying the quiet between thoughts. Between words. Between ‘Mom!’ Demands.

I really enjoy the quiet.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Siblings.

They laugh at something only they understand.

The bond between siblings. Like a touch of a hand.

Fighting and bickering. They scream, ‘ We will never talk again!’

Tears fly. Shouts and more cries. Time goes by.

Then like a shift in the atmosphere, the laughing resumes.

With laughing tears. Something as little as a funny sound.

Leaves them in laughing puddles on the ground.

It never quite changes as they grow. 

Even when life looks nothing like it did before

They have a bond that grows some more.
2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

A Piece Of My Heart

In the grassy, parched yard

he stands proud and tall

in his heart shaped glory

for all who pass.

I could not resist taking this picture of a heart shaped flower. ♥ 

I have always seen shapes and images in things. I see a lot of hearts lately. 

Maybe a sign of all the love being sent during this pandemic?

Whatever the reason, they sure make me smile 😃.

Love and blessings readers, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

A Little Could Be Enough

The yard has become crunchy as the grasses dried

from the lack of rain filled skies. We soak up the sun.

Lounge in the pool. Have summer fun.

All the while, in the back of our mind, we pray for some rain.

A little at a time. Something to hydrate the parched fields.

Sprinkle the flowers. Create a few puddles. Wash the car.

Just a little. A sprinkle or two. Wet the land. Soak our hand.

Keep us from drying up. Just something. A little could be enough.
 2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Taste Of Summer

Summer tastes like fresh berries

straight off the vine. Plucked from the thorns.

Ripe just in time for summer to feel a little bit more

like a summer we had before. When the world was

more carefree. The days stretched out long.

When watermelon and lemonade tasted sweet on our tongue.

When we made bike rides and swimming slides.

Scaled trees, just for fun.

Summer tastes like grass and bees. All kinds of sweet things.

Most of all, summer tastes like memories.

Focused?

Have we not noticed

our attention was on one thing

now out of focus.


Nothing like a photo gone wrong to send a bit of a life message. Pay attention to what one focuses on. 

Or is it see the rocks and grasses despite the flowers? 😉

One of those mishaps…which make me really look closely at the background.

Diving deep.

Keep on working…

Love and blessings readers! 💕 Carrie