As a river we flow from the Source to the End reflecting the terrain we are embedded in. We experience “the before”, live in “the now” and ponder on “the after” or more commonly known as the past, present and future…
Flowing ever forward We move from old routines to new practices: The Now is all about our breathing in air: fresh air, old air, virus infused air, paranoid laden atmosphere. Our task is to look beyond wearing a mask Our challenge is to survive, and hopefully thrive, Our invitation in this present moment is to stand firm and thrive. We grow like a tree rooted in the soil of our past and becoming stronger and wiser. We long for the old, looking backward but we can only flow forward into our future, forging ahead to become the best we can like the silver in the refinerโs fire, eventually he will see his reflection in us and we will share the many reflections in each other.
Hope you are having a gentle weekend.

So true, lovely poem.
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“eventually he will see his reflection in us
and we will share the many reflections
in each other.”
My hope and inspiration in life!!! So well-expressed, Morag. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem with us.
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It’s a pleasure, thank you for taking the time to read and comment ๐ท๐๐น
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Thank you, too for sharing your hope and inspiration… I appreciate it. ๐
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Lovely poem
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Thank you ๐
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