Tuesday, May 31, 2016

How much can one...

                                                                                                     Red Church Front Door, Racine, WI 2016

...'love' a church (red) front door?

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Excerpts from "55 Reasons."

The following is a writing I have never put "out there" before. Here are excerpts; numbers 17 through 23 from "55 Reasons;"  a piece I wrote nearly 12 years ago (now.) As you can most assuredly guess, they are 55 reasons...not to give up. Accompanying them are a series of photos to calm and to reassure. (I wrote this during and after a very difficult time in my life. They helped me pass through a firestorm of bad circumstance...)

                                                                                             (Asheville, NC church door)

                                                                                      (Small mountain waterfall somewhere near Boone, NC)

 17. R-E-L-E-A-S-E. Find and offer up your (own) individual 'release valve' and allow God to show you the mechanisms and the coping strategies for releasing negative energy, tension, all fear and every intonation(even...) of self-doubt. Release guilt. Face your past and release past memories that haunt you or bind you up. Release your anger from the past. Apprehend help in this process if you require it friend. There is no shame in this. We are all 'in process' (a little 'Wayne Dyer' here; :) how right he was...)
Finally, release your fears one by one-both the large 'monster' fears and the creepy-crawly ones.You must face your (own) fear friend. Own it. Face it. And subdue it.
Recognize that God Himself designed you with such  a release valve; He designed you with purpose, a set place and to here be released... to be... made... whole. Fully functioning and fully... 'released' in your wholeness. To be released is to be made whole.

                                                                      (Photo of a tree my husband took)

18. Recognize that man was born for adversity. From each day itself, there will arise trouble, that will be sufficient for the day in and of itself. This is how life works. I want you to ask yourself this- if trouble arises each and every day, and man was born for adversity; is there not something inherent within each one of us that would equip us or enable us to overcome trouble?? To be catapulted to individual greatness...on the wings of trouble  (even)? Think about it. I contend that <trouble> is all about recognizing who you are...
Have the faith required to believe God... that He (alone) is sufficient in and of ((Himself.))  He will meet you at the point of your need... and that He will deliver you out of the midst of all of your trouble.
(There is a fourth man in the fire friend; even when the heat gets HOT.)

                                                                     (Photo of a front yard rose in Boone, NC entitled "Inner Flame.")

19. ROLL it. A very wise kindergarten teacher taught her class; when the burdens of your heart are heavy; let Jesus roll the burdens of your heart away. Let Him ROLL the STONE away today (from your heart)... instead of giving up to the pressures and the burdens of life that you carry, cast your cares upon the Lord, for He cares for you.

                                                                         (Hawk's Beak, as seen from Blowing Rock, NC)

20. Help someone else whom you can regard as being WORSE off than you. I know that it sounds trite.....and f-a-r   t-o-o  simple, but it is truly an effective strategy for pulling yourself OUT of the quagmires, the rocks and the crevices of life. Help someone else friend. And you will be helping yourself (too.)

21. Are you (overly) stressed and well...really and truly burnt up and fried out? You must take the time for important enjoyment and to de-stress in life. This is an essential key to happiness that one must employ (to overcome.) So- take a trip! Walk the beach or the forest path; behold the sun, the moon and the stars or a simple flower. It is a thing of beauty. All of nature sings praise. It can help you find a song of love that pervades all of nature (a heart song really...) and of admiration, too. Take a moment...to be refreshed and to be renewed. All of nature will cooperate with you friend.

22. Remove the red flags of life. Are there issues and problems that you CAN deal with...but haven't?? Have you begun to procrastinate?? Remove these obstacles (those that you can) and you will find r-e-l-e-a-s-e. It's like you're snagged on a rock... begin again... today, to float the current of life.

23. Find an eddy in the current to rest. Perhaps God is speaking "
Rest" to your soul, friend.

                                                                                                         (Cool mountain stream near Boone, NC)

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

A smattering

...of sunrise shots from years past.
"Good morning...good morning!!"
(...Imagine Debbie Reynolds singing that to you! ;-) )

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Mr. Chicken and companions...

This past weekend we visited a local plant nursery that was HUGE 
in the town of Erin, Wisconsin, located in the kettle moraine 
area of Washington County (southeastern Wisconsin, USA.)

Mr. Chicken says "Hello!" 

(Spring plants are in bloom in southeastern WI, too...finally!)
Although, when we were at said nursery 
it was 41 degrees with blowing wind 
and small snow-like balls pelting 
my brown parka with the collar UP
for on and off again 

(It proves people will do 
almost anything 
to get out and see some 
lovely spring flowers...)

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Excerpt's from "Profaning the Holy."

All believer’s.
Beginner’s belief.

Quiet solitude.

Rays of sunlight.
The heavens.
The Voice of Many Waters.
That Still, small Voice.
And a quiet

A restful mind
and a peaceful soul.

A Mother’s lap. A Father’s knee.
And rocking chairs.

Gentility of ways.
(Careless ways.)
(and of course, more worrying...)

Places of rest.
Places of peace.
Sweet solitude
    and a most gentle friend...
Sweetly savored words.
A wise friend.

(Dangerous accusations.)
(Suspicious minds.)
(Drama ever unfolding.)
(More drama.)

Rays of sunlight peeping through
to a lost and dying world.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

...still dreaming

of these. 

(spring flowers; photos taken in Boone, Blowing Rock
and Asheville, NC in previous spring seasons.) 


Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Nature's COLOR!

I know it's not winter...but look at the color in this shot! 

[I was shuffling through my photos and found this one with its color and texture. 
It is from somewhere near Sugar Mountain, NC, USA. If you can ever go there you must
The views are stunning. Winter is amazing there. I shot the best winter photos 
(stark contrast of steel blue winter sky against white that I will ever find...)] 

There's nothing better than the natural hues and 
striking color variation found...in nature. 
(Still waiting for color here in good ol' WI)
"I'm waiting..."
As a girl, I do remember that one time it snowed 5 (inches) on May 5
(in Wisconsin, USA...) 
(Just sayin')

Monday, May 2, 2016

(May) Wild Flowers in Boone, NC

Ode to a Wild Flower Patch

Tiny purple patch
the smallest of wild flower
Tiny violet patch
quaking under the wind's power
Tiny blooming bunch
you rise to greet the day
Tiny cornflower stars of blue
you grace the first of May.

Luscious, precious petal,
four and a tiny face…
too small to gather in a bunch,
the mountain wood your vase.

Tiny violet bloom
alone up on the hill,
pressed now firmly in my heart…
remember you-I will.

On writing...

On Having a Poem

Having a poem is like having a child.
Although, there is indeed, less pain--
you don’t often know what you’re going to get.
It could be a temperamental child. 
You hope to God it’s not a child gone wild.

Like a child, an infant poem
you can caress, perhaps even digress to
pamper it and pull it around in a wagon, of sorts.
You can bandy it about.
You can comb its long hair.
You can dress it up
and you can take it everywhere.

Having a poem is like
diving into a waterfall--
you don’t exactly know where you will end up.

Having a poem is like
being lost at night.
“Blink-blink,” there is a light
somewhere off in the distance…
You hope you can
catch up to it
and make it out.

Having a poem is like having a shiny, new penny.
You can finger it
and turn it ’round and ’round in your hand, some.
Then you can (hopefully) turn it over to a friend.

A poem is like a token.
Slip it in the slot
and just get on the train!
It might be a fast track or a long, slow ride.

Having a poem
is like (and unlike) having a child…
When it becomes a toddler and it
wanders off, alone, on its shaky legs,
don’t worry...
you can just let go of its hand.

© Karen Powell

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