Ch-Angels
Thursday, April 3, 2025
Every Leader's Mantra
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Roots and Branches
this beautiful little gem ...
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Mosaic
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.
Monday, March 31, 2025
Sunshine
and bring out a little light ...
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Oh my goodness, this!!!
I adore and will share
intermittently and always!
Friday, March 28, 2025
What If ...
Thursday, March 27, 2025
The Cage
and it seemed incredibly powerful.