Gratitude

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING Being on the right side of the grass ^&^^^&&^&^&^&& I woke up this morning. I know that’s not odd;
By Margaret Brennan20 days ago in Poets
"Your" New Story
“Don’t be afraid to start over again, you may like your new story better.” Every morning we wake up is another chance to make our lives happier.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
Add Value
“We forget that waking up each day is the first thing we should be grateful for.” We live such busy lives that we forget the ‘basics’.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
Kindness
“Not all of us can do great things, but we all can do small things with great love.” It is in our human nature to be kind.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
Long Weekend
It’s not uncommon to get some snow in October where I’m from, images pass our window as the rose colour sets in. It’s impossible passing by to see inside, impossible not to stare, you can’t help but admire its briefness. I avoid turkey too and everything else that separates dark from light. Sunflower hang their heads, the birds hang around just a little longer, the last day of the long weekend not much to say.
By Gerry Thibeault20 days ago in Poets
Be Grateful
“Gratitude is not just a feeling. It is a choice you make every single day.” Gratitude is an active, intentional practice
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
The Right Choice
“Growth means choosing happiness over history.” When we look forward, towards our futures, we start to grow. We free ourselves
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
Positive Emotions
“When your heart is happy — everything is in harmony, everything is balanced.” This is so true! When we are happy inside us,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
Give Yourself A Chance
“Don’t be afraid to start over again, you may like your new story better.” Fear of the unknown can very often paralyze us,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff20 days ago in Poets
“Grief” is the thing with scales
“Grief” is the thing with scales clinging clammy and leaden as an armoured suit. Nothing enters or escapes—neither the light
By Paris Rosemont20 days ago in Poets
THE NIGHT EXPLODED
THE NIGHT EXPLODED The night exploded quietly with stars all over black green bubbles went in every way and none were coming back
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The house keeps the shape of whoever left. I do not say the name. I let the first note do that work. A kick. A snare.
By Overdrive Records21 days ago in Poets