What’s your top tip to be successful in life?
Listen. Not only to what is said, but also to what isn’t spoken. Listen with your ears and your heart. Hear. Then act.
Author: The Moonweavers Press
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Happiness
What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?
I’m not sure what other people believe, but for me, happiness is a gentle but steady feeling of warmth and contentment deep within. I feel it right now as I ponder what happiness actually is.
We feel happy when we’re with certain people, or when certain positive happenings occur in our lives. That doesn’t mean everyone feels happy about those same things. It’s a personal decision to be happy. It’s a personal decision to be sad or mad. I’m not sure it’s a personal decision to be confused, so there you are.
Happiness is something that dwells within each of us. But it is our decision that triggers whatever response we have to a situation.
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Voice of Spring
By Jean Lockwood
Persephone’s heart races as she walks
through the starless void where shadows
whisper secrets of the promises made
six months on earth, six months in hell
the wheel of time turns.
She feels the pull to leave
Mother is waiting.
No longer bound tight by Hades
at the doorway between death and life.
Cool breeze whispers through her hair,
opening her heart, a rose in full bloom
as she readies to leave his lair.
She turns slightly at his trembling voice,
like a leaf quivering in the wind,
“Come back my love, please do not leave.”
She smiles as his words echo
like whispers through ancient corridors.
She says, “I must,” so brief, so final.
A single tear glistens down his cheek,
sparkling like a diamond in the dim light,
heart tearing as it does each year.
He already misses her touch, her kiss.
To him, the love they share is clear.
He notices she steps bravely, no backward glance,
a bird taking flight into the boundless sky.
Her footfalls wake the fallow ground
coaxing life from the earth as
ice retreats and the winds grow sweeter.
Daughter and Mother rush to embrace.
Their eyes turn the season, from dark to light
as they sing a joyous refrain.
Together they weave magic
and the world blooms with sweet perfume
as if the very air is infused with their joy.
For six months her beauty reigns on earth,
forgetting Hades’ tomb.
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Daily prompt
What is one way you have grown this year?
I have abandoned the easy chair and joined in group activities. Making new friends, honing the craft of writing, and enjoying the adventure.
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