Reflections Captivate

I cannot help it. I must pause.

To gaze into the reflected pool.

To stare into eternity.

To walk away whole.

While I was gazing at the reflections and enjoying the beautiful light from the sun. A groundhog wabbled over to the water to get a drink. I attempted to snap his picture, but he heard me and ran for cover.

Not much of a shot. At least this one is on the ground. ๐Ÿ˜„ In case you missed it, yesterday featured a groundhog, not so grounded. Read about him here; Grounded?

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’•Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Following THE Path

It was bumpy in my stumbling.

Rocky without my grace.

Held a certain unknown.

Written on my face.
I prayed to the universe, god, and all the angels.
Found the very thing I needed

In the grace of the universe I see clearly all the angles.


May the light illuminate all that shall be seen.

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Joy Bringers

The love and light. Energy so high.

They lift us up. Help us fly.

The ones who bring joy to everything.

We celebrate you today!

We love you for your bright faces.

Your loving light and grace.

Oh, we celebrate, all who lift us up!


I am blessed to have known, and know, people who are the light of the world. Humble and beautiful souls who inspire all who are blessed to know them.

These little ones, although not human souls, are abundant in their joy! They are a tremendous source of light in our world as they live each moment with sheer joy and love.

I find most animals to be tremendous joy bringers.

Do you have an animal, or more, that brings joy into your life?

Until next time:

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Ahhh…That Sound.

The crunch of leaves on the ground.

The ruffle of feathers as the geese fly south.

The brush of a breeze, warming our knees.

The sweater fitting, just right.

The animals gathering food and chattering

their farewells for the day.

Tucking in. The summer will end.

Pulling the covers over our head.

To sleep peacefully in the night.

Awakening to the day dawning. Bird song.

New season upon us. Glorious!

I love the changing of seasons! Mainly, I really like change. Not constant forced change, but the lovely changes that help life flow more gracefully.

I am always looking for these changes. I am sure this drives those close to me crazy, but it’s who I am. I no longer want to change that. Instead, I embrace it. Looking for the changes that will align my life with what truly is supposed to be.

Until next time:

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’•Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Abundance In All I See

Crying in the midday sun. Arms are stretched up high.

The cry is full of joy and truth as abundance falls from the sky.

I saw it in a vision. Fought like hell to keep it down. Then the magic

was revealed. All felt gloriously profound. Held up in arms. Pulled from the heart.

Abundance everywhere! All the glory! All the truth! Falling through the air!

May you be blessed with abundance in all you see.

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

I Want More, Too

You came to me 
Wanting more things,
More stuff.
Exasperating me.

I do understand the desire for more,
But what I long for 
Is not in a store.

I want more
Laughter,
More fun,
More love.

I want more
Slow walks,
Long talks,
More love.

I want more
Sunrises,
More sunsets,
More love.

I want more, too!
Not more stuff.

I Want More, Too. was originally published on Carried Forth on July 28, 2019.
I was scanning the archives here at http://www.carriedforth.com and felt this poem reflected my ever present life with kids. They are abundant in many ways. Never lacking. Yet, like most of us mortals, they always want more. I understand. At the same time, it really is tough to have to be the one to say ‘No’ all the time. (err…most of the time. ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜) As the poem states, I always want more, too. As I grow my more becomes less material, although I do like my material things, and more about the feeling or being of life. I totally could be blissed out on a beautiful sky anyday! As always, love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie 2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

A Gathering of Pappus

Young thistle

can you see

the field beyond

the grassy sea?

I kindly ask thee

to blow on over there.


Pappus: NOUN. the tuft of hairs on each seed of thistles, dandelions, and similar plants, which assists dispersal by the wind.

I have a love\hate relationship with thistle. I really dislike weeding it out of my intentional flower beds. I cannot run bare foot in certain areas of the yard as I will step in it, and although I have tried to dig it out of the yard. The stuff spreads and grows abundantly and I don’t want to take the time to keep up with it all.

The love part: the flowers are a favorite of orioles, the Baltimore and orchard oriole, which entices them to nest in my yard. The seeds are another favorite of birds. Mainly goldfinches, but I have seen a flock of house finches on them, too. 

Thus, my love of birds wins out, and the thistle is welcome to stay. Although I will still be pulling it out of the flower beds. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Kindly asking this gathering of thistle young to move to another location before they decide to take root.

Until next time:

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’•Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com