2.9.14

Confessions of a Broken Winged Hippy Chic

               
"Sometimes I just Cluck better than Soar with my Angel-Winged Self!"  Written by Debbie Kesley
                                     

7.8.14

Summer Storms in Life


Summer Storms
Unpredictable,
Cleansing,
Refreshing,
Making all things new in some way. 

Rain, falling freely,
A gift from the Creator.
Washing away the dust, grime and pollen
While watering the tender bamboo transplants and the strong trees standing tall.

Does rain in the physical reality possibly
Represent times in our life when out of no where
The storms blow in,
Sending us running for cover from it’s power?

Do the strong roots of those tall places within us
Soak up the power of change
Transforming it into deeper roots
Of wisdom and strength?

Do the tender, newly transplanted areas of
Our life benefit from the pounding,
Soaking aspects that makes us
Reach deeper for the roots to grow?

Summer Storms
Unpredictable,
Cleansing,
Refreshing,
Making all things new in some way. 

Written by Debbie Kesley  at  ccpmsblues.blogspot.com




27.7.14

Why Me?

Question asked "Why Me"?

Answer "  Why Not You?"

End of Story:  Written by Debora Kesley

24.6.14

Seeds We Sow

Photo taken by Debbie Kesley


"Sometimes the seeds we sow.............take a few drought years, rainy seasons , scorching hot times of no relief and years of question before they bloom." written by Debbie Kesley

1.4.14

Butterfly Emerging and Breaking Free



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AUeM8MbaIk

I feel like a monarch butterfly emerging ......right now......I'm in the "cracking open" "getting a breath of fresh air" "dizzy as hell......breaking loose from all that which squeezed the breath out of me!" sort of release. 

As freeing as it is.....and I know it is......I'm also somewhat disoriented......in taking a new form of existence to everything I've experienced as reality for a long time

Written by Debora Kesley

27.3.14

Joy Unspeakable



















Joy.

The happy, goofy smile that spreads across my face at the strangest of times.

A warm tear that spills down my cheek, representing an emotion that has no words to describe.

Hot, fire-like breath is what I breathe in... followed by the cool water, spring-like release in what I blow out.

Joy is the intellect that declares “its finally all good.”

A free-spirited  "happy dance" in my heart that sings of my release!

Touchable, like a bank statement that expresses “SAFE” or a huge bill stamped PIF !

Joy…..unspeakable joy ………the moment when all things come together for good that is definable and recognizable in the eye of the beholder.

A journey where the total contrast of despair meets joy and joy begins to have it's day at the river of life which flows within the innermost parts of my being.

Flowing.  

Relaxing. 

Moving down steam with ease, grace, freedom and the knowing that all is well.

Like “God force” living in me and through me as the “real me” that has come home to snuggle in the lap of my Creator for a long awaited moment of peace and rest.

Joy.

Joy Unspeakable.

And so it is.


Written by Debbie Kesley @  http://www.ccpmsblues.blogspot.com

20.3.14

Woman Rising




Woman Rising............Gracefully crossing over from the old to the new.

The winds of the old behind her and the pull of the future blowing through her hair.

She has the wings of the Spirit world guiding her 


and


the pull of the unknown calling her out beyond her comfort zone.

She is A Woman 


Rising .....


above the odds, 


beyond the past 


and into the future. 

She is a woman rising............




Written by Debbie Kesley

Artwork by Nathalie Villeneuve (with permission)