No matter what “they” do, did or didn’t do, unforgiveness is self-imposed imprisonment. ~Stormie Steele
Eye of Storm Photography
While we may have similarities, our individual uniques are a God send. There is none like you!
There has never been, nor will there ever be a healthy reason to compare yourself or your life’s whereabouts to others …you’re so much more than that.
There is none like you!
Live wise, live well and honor who you are. ~Storm
None like you/copyright 2015
“The quiet” seems to be a place where activity is unwelcome. Quite the contrary, “the quiet” offers the activity of continuous transformation. This is especially true when “the quiet” is in union with “trust”.
Through “the quiet”, the invisible becomes visible. ~Storm
Image by Eye of Storm
The quiet/copyright 2016
The invisible speaks, urging me to listen, for I am not…as previously thought. Between the lines there is more.
More than I’ve realized is…it exists. Between the lines, undiscovered worlds revealed. ~Life Through The Storm
Water image by Rachel C. Lawson
Between the lines/copyright 2016
Thanks to Phoebe (www.phoebemd.com) for the “quote challenge” invite, expressing words of healing.
Poetry is indeed medicine, yet – without proper adherence to the “prescribed dosage”, the benefits thereof can often be delayed, if not altogether lost.
In many instances, emotional healing or otherwise, is in the hands of the one desiring such (physician heal thyself).
I honor each artist’s/writer’s/gardener’s/poet’s work and deem each to process the right amount of offerings that lend toward the healing arts ministry.
That which is termed “good for the soul”, is worthy of daily use. Poetry as medicine is suggested.
The following is my 3 day contribution (1 per day) to Phoebe’s “quote challenge”.
Words heal, complete, solidify and abundantly create.
Words destroy, hurt and pollute. Than again, words go as far as the speaker or recipient of such allows.
Stormie Steele/words copyright 2016
A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed-seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.
As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains. ~James Allen