Circumstances abound. Many are merely blips--beautiful situations. Let them flow past you, Not through you. (C) Glenda Kotchish October 5, 2023
Guide yourself and others into the balance of being. The plants show the way. Reaching and turning for the light turning their leaves upward. Reaching deeply in their surroundings to gain strength and overtake all they want. (c) Glenda Kotchish September 26, 2023
What year was it they got married? 1946? 1947? The year when all the men came home from the war scarred for life.
(c) Glenda Kotchish September 19, 2023
A miracle is a small thing seen by a few. (C)Glenda Kotchish, September 13, 2023
You are not that which surrounds you. You are not the events. You are not the politics. You are not the chaos. No more than the bird in the sky is the sky, No more than the plant in the soil is the soil. No more than the cream in the coffee is the coffee. You are essential. You are real. You are. (C) Glenda Kotchish Sepember 12, 2023
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The lesson is that all things are not lessons ...but being
(c) Glenda Kotchish September 7, 2023
Prepare to be delighted.
(c) Glenda Kotchish 9/3/2023
Q. Perfection? A. Strive and you will be all that you want to be. This is perfection. (c) Glenda Kotchish, September 2, 2023
Finally you are here. We've turned and tilted in just the right ways for you to be in our sights to be imbued in your embrace. Welcome...September (C) Glenda Kotchish 9/1/2023
Someone planted the seeds.
Before that, plowed the field to plant the seeds
Before that, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds,
Before that, acquired the land, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds
Before that, studied farming, acquired the land, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds
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Somewhere the wind is blowing on a field made ready for the planting of oats
As she eats a bowl of oatmeal, drizzled with honey
That came from a box
Shipped from a factory
Processed by a mill
And before that someone planted the seeds.
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She eats as she browses the web
Without thought or gratitude
For the planting of the seeds
That she is me.
© Glenda Kotchish
July 1, 2019