My youngest son who is a guitarist sent me a link to this song and taped this saying over my bed. I think someone is trying to send me a hint.
I am weary and in need of silence, solace, and contemplation. So I am taking a bit of a break from posting poetry on a daily basis. In order to write poetry well, I must live life true, and that requires time for integration.
There are two temptations that occur with writing. One is the tendency to hide your light under a bushel out of fear of imperfections surfacing, and the other is pride. I need to make sure that I stand the higher ground on both. Blessings…
May goodness fall upon you like the dew.
Photo: Portsmouth, New Hampshire
I lived on the coast of New Hampshire for a number of years. The photo is a picture of the rocky coastline that I loved.