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Little Bear Jun 2016
sometimes you may only see the sun
from behind the clouds
and feel the rain fall
upon your hair ~
but you do not see
that the sunlight
only serves to shine
from within you
and how it makes the ebony
glisten so ~
you may feel
the bitter winds upon your skin
as it cuts you to the bone ~
whilst i know
you deserve to walk barefoot
in the breezy part of the day ~
you may wake
to feel ten feet under ground ~
and yet i truly believe
that we
each one of us
wish to ride upon your wings
Little Bear Jun 2016
I looked upon my world and i saw the brightness of the day.
A day where all things were crazy busy.
The washing billowed in the breeze.
The cats were milling.
The hallway needed hoovering ... again.
The children laughed with each other...
i know.. unheard of right !! :o)
And although the recycling still needs putting out
and the grass needs mowing .. still..

Contentment was mine.

I had looked upon my world and counted
every single blessing there was to be had.
There were so many that i ran out of both fingers and toes.
And i now know in my heart that i am happy.
I feel it.
Truly happy.

Whether i am destined to be alone for a while longer
or to meet with the one who smiles with me everyday
on the bus...
We could go out for coffee and feed the ducks maybe..
Haha you never know :o) it could happen..!


But.. i feel the contentment of my worlds simplicity.

And so, in my madly busy world i realised...
that after all this time of looking for happiness,
it was right here all along.

I had found it hidden in the the reality of the drudge to work.
The reality of mount washmore.
The reality of my tired bones at the end of a busy day.
The reality of my life, that i am truly grateful for.

I love love love the friends that i have been blessed with..
especially the ones who live in my phone <3
I love the kindness i find in the smile of a stranger.
The giving of hearts through desperate times.
The words of wisdom and of poetry
that i am privileged to read.
Pictures of sunshine and of flowers
from the dearest heart. <3
The gift of undeserved kindness..
that i had never felt before. <3

I look for it and i feel the love.. i feel it.

And even when the dog woofs at the postman fifty times.
And he leaves the gate open fifty one.
Even with the constant level of organised chaos
and cat hair..
Even with four hungry mouths
that own eight hollow legs.
Even when there is no coffee...
Yes, even then..

Even then...

I know it is the real life that i live that makes my heart sing
and gives brightness to my day.
And i am so very grateful for it.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwUGSYDKUxU
These times give us so many hardships to overcome, such tribulation, so much injustice, so many hurtful people..
it is all too easy to forget what is truly important.
Counting the smallest of things as a blessing
is where happiness will be found.
The love we give, the kindness we receive,
the hand we offer freely, in friendship and solidarity.
But most of all, the happiness that is to be found
in the giving of ones self with out want of return.
Little Bear Jun 2016
never have i felt such a contented bliss
than to feel the quiet in a world such as this

to pack my belongings within my mind
and travel the world with such wonders to find

to journey across both space and time
to live in a world that is simply mine

never has such a love unfurled
within the pages of another world
Ahh to spend the day lounging, sleeping, reading..
among other things ;o)
Little Bear Jun 2016
open your
mind
before you
open your
lips and
try and tell
someone they
are living the
wrong kind of
life.
being different
is the only god
**** thing
keeping
this world
beautiful.
  Jun 2016 Little Bear
Skipping Stones
again and again
   we watch
yesterday's paper
   wheeled out
folded, bound
   for the dumps
its pulp reborn
   for today's paper
and the headlines
   reprint itself
over and over
newsbeat
Little Bear Jun 2016
Flowers so delicately bloom
their roots run deep and thrive
from white to pink
lilacs and hues of purples and reds
such baby blues
to the deepest indigo
a miracle
with the brightest
and most beautiful of petals
a scent to fill the air
fragrances to lift the heart
such a delight it is
to have sight of them
but flowers that are picked
by uncaring hands
will often crush their velvet petals
in their eagerness to have
handling
manhandling
allowing no light
nor care
a desperate want for their eyes
greedy
needy hands
and when the flowers begin to fade
through such damage
they are placed within a press
so that they may be held
for a longing
to covert
all light and care turns away
as the butterfly screws
tightens it's grip
of such delicate petals
time will pass
and maybe it will be remembered
and held to the light
transparent
a tiny shadow of bloom remains
placed
set
among others like itself
and it will be held
for all time
in a book entitled
scrap
I was so very fortunate to grow, be loved, be nurtured by loving parents and have deep roots within a loving family. Only for most of my adult life to find i was picked and pressed. Strangely enough, most of the physical and ****** violence i experienced are the things i am learning to live with. The things that happened will stay with me and i am a very anxious and nervous person as a result.

But it's the cruelest words spoken to me
that may stay for a while yet.
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