ISP Medal


August 19-21, 2005, Wash DC, Hilton Hotel

Sentimental Journey

From Morphing Words in poetry

‘Tis incredible beyond measure
Life’s a secret made unfold
Behold the mystery unknown
When time reveals in sweet candour
Pure, sublime – a goal with valour.

The road is not an easy one
To tread along till travels end
Its groove too many; it’s rough, it’s tough
Its sordid scars claim sore defeat.

Trials shape courage and patience
Heaving meekness, spirit buoyed
Forging on, fortitude commands
Life is fearless, endurance proves
To those that master strength forebear.

Journey is adventure far advanced
Unplugged, emblazoned to its height
The goal in sight to fathom light
While dream soars high, the spirit drifts.
Here and then, the sentimental journey ends.

Copyright2005@LCD, All rights reserved

Author’s Note: This was written in Washington DC during the ISP Convention. My personal story of such a long tumultous journey that I have survived. The photo of this poem is the aerial view of California on my way back home from Washington DC.

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“…walk on water and on land.”

Land and water - in blessings abound.

“When you think about yearning to walk on water, remember it is a blessing to be able to walk on land!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Baby’s Cravat

Cravat of Lola

Don't I look gorgeous with the cravat?

“A baby is sunshine and moonbeams and more brightening your world as never before.” – Author Unknown

The simpler the better

Peace in Space

Peace in Space

simple, wide, spacious and with plenty of room to roam.

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“…play with a baby…”

Mum and Me

“May you be blessed with the capacity to sit or roll on the floor with delight as you befriend a puppy or play with a baby. Or if you knees won’t let you get down to the floor, may you be blessed with the happiness of a child sitting on your lap as you tell a story from when you were very, very small!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Please visit Dr Barbara Holstein’s website for more inspiration.

Bare Tree

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran

A bare tree in my yard.

Though bare, the tree looks majestic on a beautiful winter day like this. It is now seldom visited by our twittering friends. The sight is just as compelling as it looks. My photographic itch was at work, so here it goes.

From Russia with Love

My very first postcard from Russia via postcrossing sent in by Oxana.

Photobucket

Moscow: The Cathedral of Christ the Saviour.

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