When Mountains Talk

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Wake my soul with wisdom inspired by the wealth of God’s quiet presence in these mountains

When I step I have wishes granted and dreams are born

Writing my own path I am looking towards an exciting future with adventures

Looking on this bright horizon I am

Wanting so rare a silent word that could say as much as today wandering on this mountain did for me

Courage attuned and silence graciously embraced

Real presence you quietly breathe

 

 

Weekend Without Labor

When I heard Cole was flying in I seemed to look around for those promised words to occur from the moment I sleepily arrived back in Texas. When the brisk wonder of Cole would actually get here would he courageously offer his wealth of wit and humor or proudly show his strength by picking me up? 

Well when he walked out of the airport baggage claim we got a good hug but the rest could be enjoyed later. Cole and I both share a glorious sized place in our stomachs for Freebirds. We stopped,  ate, shared conversation and left in the rain for home. 

Would we welcome summers end with counting our close caught in a rain filled weekend at the lake? Wondering this I assured myself that any time spent with Cole would bring both of us lots of laughs. We did laugh and the rain stopped. 

Brothers are a gift from God woven by love and experiences.

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Embracing Beauty

When I saw you, embracing you with my wild eyes,

I saw elongated petals

With swimming lines

Yellow

With orange spotted pistils

While your boldness could not be ignored

You are wearing my favorite color

When I look with my other senses

I see more

I might smell your unique wonder

Feel your simple silhouette with opposing beauty

Owing nothing and yet giving so much

When I looked, I saw

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Water Garden Wish

Water gardens, quietly rushing,

Peaceful and soothing,

Washing, soul renewing,

Would you take me on your deep reward?

Where wistful warmth borrows my being?

Where skies are clear and children believing?

To my wonder, my writing, my wishful wandering,

Over the walls your water falls.

Will you please wash my burdens free?

Would you euphorically and courageously

Release all my dreams,

So I can one day breathe?

Looping Wishes

When you work on something for pleasure powerful emotions emerge when you complete that project. When working on a task for my independence I never want the memory to fade. Half hesitant lost dependence is life as I live it under my sentiments. Mirrors remind me rising height quietly mocks my newest success carelessly. Completely  capable, clearly with some challenges, I’m surrounded by love; cognitive, albeit sounding like I’m not.  All making me even more determined when life might not brazenly educate me.

Living my quite surprisingly boring life can be completely satisfying when I can see perseverance, courage and love.  It brings me one slightly loosely tied shoe closer to a life I dream will one day be my own.

When you ask me how does it feel to finally tie my shoes…

We yelled

We were elated

We went out

Celebrated

When little by little my independence becomes elevated

Looping wishes no longer feel quite so complicated

 

 

Seeing Me

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I see pleasant shining down my face

So much joy with you today

You care

Clapping

Loving me through each day

God collects little encouraging things you say

With angel’s wishes

Using your soul to wear my love

Upon my face

I smile and sing of amazing grace

The thing you caught in your

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Was God whispering “you will one day

Fly solo”

 

 

A Memorable Magical Moment

A minute is neither enough time, nor enough memory, to hold something in your emotions. 

Leaning on intelligence, I decided  no memory could be sweeter than today, when my sister took time to hand me the only thing living I held in my hands. 

While my love seized like a bright light on this fine moment, with more welcoming vision than I have felt, with an animal in making me quietly want to never let go…

I’ll love the memory that was made in minutes.

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Remembering Yesterday

 

Friends add certain tremendous moments when we get the chance to enjoy time together. These write memories we share over our lives, lighting the pauses, rewinding, this will invite much reward. Rising value, smiling more with new never more welcome opportunities, limited only in spoken words, these were some special memories this week.

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Wise Mentor

No child should live without their voice. Thoughts sleep in your mind with no way for them to live. Silence is lonely.  Buried deep, naked, very awake,  my next creative story summons a way to be heard. Treasures sunken, waiting to be discovered.

Known for her unique rapid prompting method, Soma challenged voices, and she gave them a pathway . Having dreamed nightly, voicing silenced at creative crescendo, visiting her filled me full of excitement.

The first time I remember meeting Soma she was so ignited,small but powerful, pushy but very pleasant. She welcomed me with brazen swiftness. I think she reunites with very little welcoming. Simplistic, quick, rude. While most people like when we meet turning to shake hands, thoroughly sewing their void together with hello, moving to words with trivial worth, trying politely to introduce themselves. Soma just thrusts right into you with what you are there to do.

Saving no time to check out my surroundings, she swiftly escorted me to a small room with a table. Sitting in a chair with something wedged straight in front of my legs, turning left I noticed there was a wall, on my right, small but sure, was Soma. Neither of my brothers were in the room, yet they sounded like they were watching later. Sitting right behind me were my parents.

She moves with you, then woven with seriousness, she requests responses very rapid, like when she would write the spelling of the word she would request you to spell for her on the letter board. Unusual phrases filled what would normally be pauses for most people. Well like, then, so this. Very quick with running voicing. She spoke pulsing information with spelling, using pieces of paper, writing words, telling me the letters, putting unusual pursuit on me. Taking special trouble to turn responses to teach me how to have a voice. Listening to Soma pulse information with spelling then pursuing my response showed me how to express my voice. She gave me quick lessons.  Listening to her was peaceful. Talking much like humming, rich, fluid, she makes people wake their voice while learning.

Feeling grateful, excited, but choking with anxiety, I began to move casting childish challenges forth. She had cadence from beginning to end, never damaging my acuity teaching no matter what I did.

While piquing the required response, she welcomed me to spell, turning the lesson into my voice. She was the first person to pull my missed voice while respecting me like an intelligent ten year old.

Finally my thoughts were free.  While I worked with Soma one on one, I saw many others coming with quiet voices too. Exiting, we stopped right at the front door to get a picture under the sign which spelled HALO. While this was an acronym, I knew I saw the light.

Chasing creative forms of communication, most brutal feeling, swaddled survival words but very limiting. Having so much more to say than choices that were preloaded in dreadfully difficult devices, the simplicity and potential of the letter board changed my future.

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