The Nugget

It all started with a tiny little nugget, or maybe it was a seed. A small nuggling. A little dream. It started; yes, it did.

Then it blossomed into more. Blooming, unfolding, deliciously new. Something so small, grew and grew.

Now it is big enough to plant hundreds of seeds. Spreading far and wide for the world to believe.

Remember one thing, it maybe a nugget today, give it some time, nourish it, and soon it will be as large (maybe even bigger) than you could perceive.

Hang onto your dreams.

Love and blessings. 💕 Carrie ©2019

Chasing Happiness

The almost elusive happiness is up around the bend.
I made it there, but wait!
It rounded the corner again.

I know, I will speed up!
Yes, I got it.
I am sprinting fast.
"Happiness, here I come!"
Happiness speeds past.

Maybe that shiny jet will catch it.
No.
Still out of reach.
Exhausted.
I give up.
I go to rest on the beach.

Lying on the sand, wishing the chase was not futile.
I resigned and gave in.
In that moment, I turn to find,

Happiness resting beside me.
"Sometimes you need to surrender and let go.
Happiness will find you."

Fox

You visit me in dreams. 
Bushy tail.
Grinning face.
Mysterious, yet joyful.

Most see you as a trickster, a prankster,
a figment of imagination.
You are but a breath at times.
Bounding through our lives.
Chasing the chickens.
Upheaving my life.

Other times, you appear in shadows.
Murky images in my mind.
I blink and find you were imagined.
Yet, the trail cam captured you perfectly.
Posing as if you were on vacation.
Perhaps you were.
Visiting a relative.
How would I know.
You drift by so infrequently,
you might not be the same.

Crow

Perched on the deck railing. Looking all around. He caws once. Enough to get my attention. My attention captured. He starts his dance. Bouncing up and down on the railing, head bobbing. I can almost hear the music he must be listening to. His feet catch the rhythm; send him jumping all around. Now his head is bobbing, feet are jumping, tail feathers are twitching, and he starts singing. Caws of music. Rhythm all his own. He is joy. He is light. He is music.

Gloriously Whole

If it's bent,
it is not broken.
If it's broken,
it is not shattered.
If it's shattered,
it is not whole.

Yet with a soul,
it can be broken.
It can be bent.
It can be shattered.
It will be whole.

The broken pieces are not needed;
they can be swept away.
The bent pieces create a newness that lives today.
The shattered parts were just illusions; parts we were told to play.

We let them go.

The broken.
The bent.
The shattered.
To find we are gloriously whole.

Hooray!