Surround Yourself

Not sure this has anyone to credit specifically,
but I sure do like this ...

Surround yourself with people

who will help you

when you don't know how

to ask for help.

These are the gifts we are blessed with.

On the Watch

Human beings
must always be
on the watch
for the coming

of wonders.

~ EB White

Beauty and miracles

abound around you.

You need only 

open your eyes

and open your heart

to them.

Every Leader's Mantra

Or at least it should be ...

To inspire people,

don't show them

your super powers.

Show them theirs.

We rise by lifting others.

It takes nothing away 

from your own achievements.

Roots and Branches

From one Mary Davis,
this beautiful little gem ...

Keep your soul

rooted in gratitude

and

your branches

open to blessings.

Bloom loudly

and often.

Mosaic

An original in honor of Momma,
who left us this day ~ far too early ~
forever ago, as raw as yesterday!
Enjoy ...

Mosaic

by Lyn Marinello – 3/29/25

 

I am all the pieces

of memories and places;

of triumphs and of trials;

of hearts and all the faces.

Covered wooden bridges,

railroad tracks and trestles.

The valley in the mountains

where the setting sun sleepily nestles.

Winding wooded paths

with scattered pine needle floors.

Sad and stonewalled dreams

by loudly, angrily slammed doors.

Crystal clear azure waters

near powdery soft white sands.

Beaten, battered self-esteem

by ridiculous reprimands.

Mossy covered hideaways;

freshly polished maple pews.

A million stars on inky skies;

kaleidoscopic morning hues.

Wandering on fairways;

red spotlights on a gymnastics mat.

Echoes too deafening to ignore

of ‘you’ll never be good at that’.

Duets on a piano.

Plays on a high school stage.

Trapped and sometimes tortured;

my haven was my cage.

A sweet date down at Deep Hole;

hours sweating at the gym.

Nomads in the Smokies.

Adventures on a whim.

Music is a constant,

accompanied by the Word;

Crutches used quite frequently

to hobble through the absurd.

Queen Mackerel, Marinara,

Easy Rider, Muffinhead.

You cannot run, you cannot hide.

You must face the things you dread.

There’s a constant ebb and flow;

occasional shattering and breaking;

rearranging of the shards;

a transformational re-making.

For I am a mosaic;

a compilation of each broken part;

the good, the bad, the in-between …

a truly unique work of art.

Sunshine

In an attempt to chase away the clouds
and bring out a little light ...

She didn't need sunshine.

She was sunshine herself.

(Insert "He" as well.)

Each day,

you have a decision to make,

to be clouds or sunshine.

Make good choices!

Oh my goodness, this!!!

This one, right here,
I adore and will share
intermittently and always!

For those that need to see it,

please believe it.

There will always

be someone

who cannot see

your worth.

Don't let it

be you.

with credit, perhaps,

to Mel Robbins.