Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection, musing and perhaps even discussion!

Days of the Dog arrive
In spaces of repose & reclining
In places of solace & reflection
May we be rejuvenated to bring passion to the world

Life’s ups & downs, valley & summits
r ingrained upon life’s memory walk
In time of memory making
May mirth b present along the way

Competing voices & narratives
tempt us to acquiesce who we know we r
Be who u r meant to b
shining beyond others’ shadowed expectations

Change: that for which we long, yet resist
Hope: that for which we aspire, yet obscure
Be brave fellow Sojourner & let trust guide

Fear: the gift to discern what’s possible.
Phobia: the way potential is limited.
May we learn from the former & challenge the latter

Seconds blend from minutes to days.
Years blur into then & when.
In this moment all that might Be
occurs with the intention of Now: choose

Leadership isn’t predicated on the illusion of ego’s fragility,
but integrated in humility’s confidence by learning from failure’s reality

Life’s story isn’t a banal caricature.
Choices that mould you aren’t mediocre.
You are unlimited potential boundless & unhindered:
Shine!

Stunned silence;
Tragedy violates longed for tranquillity;
In the tempest’s moment;
Words fail, answers stumble;
May compassion guide us

Faith is the unspoken confidence in a threaded reality that defies word compartments.
Belief is the construction of compartments

Tongues wag, lips flap, eyes close, & ears shut. May all for whom the din of being unheard awaken to belonging & dignity offered

Today’s beginning is anchored to yesterday’s ending.
Decisions mould the trajectory toward where we might arrive.
Where would you like to b?

Summer’s heat returns & for some sun’s embrace oppresses.
Bird’s song sings & for some harmony hurts. May we be gentle with all who weep

New beginnings aren’t bound to crisis or milestones, birth or death.
That for which you long is grounded in this moment’s choice: choose

Sun filtered through yellow petals casting shadows that dress blooming sedum.
In morning’s dawn, potential abounds in blossoming choices

Early morning: lingering lazy arriving light. Webs tenderly cling morning dew.
In Blue Jay’s cackle & crow’s feathered flap a message awaits

Moon sits full on prairie blue dawning morn beckoning us to seek with wide eyes open the wonder that awaits in the gift of this every day

Idling @ light flashing red, standing @ stop for approaching transport:
In the city’s bustle, where are the still places where you can Be?

Storm clouds dress horizon
Lightning warning flashes
Into places tender & fear making lives meander
May all who hurt know sanctuary

We stumble in life & in teetering tottering moments unexpected learning arises.
As insight blooms new choices dawn on the path yet untrodden

Summer’s memories: water dappled towel, sunburnt shoulder, & scrapped knee. As Light lingers less, how will we greet Fall’s vibrant arrival?

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