Tag Archives: Poetry

An Inviting View

A seemingly endless sky with it’s changing beauty opening the way toward imaginings.

And flowing deep waters inspiring joyous movement and possibilities .

While being held along the shores by old growth trees mixed with new inviting a sense

of comfort and continuity . There is a mystery , perhaps a bit magnificent , in the

mists that move in between the mountains and the flowing waters .

In an outwardly quiet pause the view invites me to expand my spirit and soar .

Painting by Barbara L. Chapman

‘A Puget Sound View’ Acrylic on stretched canvas 18×24″ Available for purchase

Soul self

I looked out upon the East River as a little girl from my bedroom window . I watched the night sky change with the celestial cycles , I watched fiery as well as calm , delicate sunsets . It was enchanting and yet also grounding . I felt more connected to my deeper self because of these moments .

The quietness , the aloneness that allowed for these experiences also created some separation from the day to day lighter side of living .

At the age of eight years old I wrote a letter to the President of the United States . ”Dear Mr. President , Please get everyone to love each other and then we will have peace .” The letter was mailed . I received a brochure of the White House in response . I was thrilled because it meant that my letter had arrived .

That little girl with the old soul is still me . And since then have discovered the joy of laughter and spontaneity . 

The fireworks Tonight

The light returns and we rejoice in dreams of a new beginning .

A new year about to begin and we might reflect upon what’s gone by …

or dive in deeply into hopes for what we will create in the coming days .

Dancing into joy , lightly moving through quietness of the unspoken desires

and welcoming the healing of laughter that is sparked in spontaneity .

Delight rises up from within the heart , sometimes catching us by surprise . It is a delight .

Twirl , look up , imagine ….embrace love . Live generously and the world expands . Unfolding unceasingly .

We don’t know what we don’t know so let go and live in joyous generosity .

Happy New Year !

love

Barbara L. Chapman

The Summer Sun

The summer sun rising ,quickly dissipating the early morning dark, bringing a strong of day and of what it might become .

Bright and strong and barely a breeze and birds coming into their songs as a cat excitedly watches them flit about .

It is the best bit now before people begin to move to and fro . When the quietness is freedom and the stillness a welcome respite .

Spring Joyously Returns

The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .

Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light

inspiring joy and a light heart .

Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling

in the deep , dark sky .

Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter

slumber and into new beginnings .

Happy Spring !

Spring

The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .

Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .

A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .

Circumstances

A dance with changing circumstances ,

a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once

again.

Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it

is transformed into the familiar .

A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think

the world views us .

It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .

Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .

Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments

of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is

real .

A Beautiful Respite

It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .

Through Rising Woes …

Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .

Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .

Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .

Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud

space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking

demands from systems designed to be in command .

I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .

Released and then I rise through my woes once again .

Reflections on the Season of Giving

In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .

Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .

The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .

An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .

What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .