Trust the Jouney

She connects with the world
through her heart.
Tending to one flower, one smile
one child at a time.
As she walks through the woods
the trees remind her
to find peace and trust the journey.

 

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©Of Earth and Sky by Alexis Rose, photographer: Shelley Bauer

 

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Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph

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10 thoughts on “Trust the Jouney

  1. dancingpalmtrees October 11, 2017 / 2:32 pm

    Isaiah 61:3
    New King James Version (NKJV)

    3 To console those who mourn in Zion,
    To give them beauty for ashes,
    The oil of joy for mourning,
    The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
    That they may be called trees of righteousness,
    The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”

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  2. Blue Sky October 9, 2017 / 6:53 pm

    “… trust the journey!” This is a good reminder Alexis!

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  3. Alexis Rose October 9, 2017 / 2:12 pm

    Oh wow, I really like this poem. I absolutely love the honesty and the connection to nature, a way of praying. Thank you for sharing this. I know your workplace has been so incredibly stressful and Im glad you can find moments of peace and quiet. ❤️

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  4. dancingpalmtrees October 9, 2017 / 1:36 pm

    Given what’s going on at my workplace I value my alone time even more. I tend to disconnect from people when problems arise. Last Saturday I spent two hours at a local historic cemetery in my neighborhood. That was the most peace I’ve had in over a month. The calm, peace and semi-isolation was wonderful. I saw this poem on another blog which touched my heart and soul so I will share it. I especially like the line “I can become invisible.” Something that aligns with my feelings and emotions. I look forward to retirement because they I can fade away and will no longer be forced to interact with fake, phony people.

    “How I go to the woods”

    “Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
    friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
    unsuitable.

    I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
    or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
    praying, as you no doubt have yours.

    Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
    on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
    until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
    unhearable sound of the roses singing.

    If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
    you very much.” From Swan: Poems and Prose Poems (2010)

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