I keep blurry pictures. They remind me life is not always in sharp focus and there are times to step back, pause, and reflect.
The spirit wearies
A voice from within speaks
Seeks reflective time.
Quietly turn inward
Listen to an inner voice
Seek counsel and wisdom.
Pay homage and celebrate
While pain reveals character
New paths carved into wilderness.
Cherish each moment’s gift
Arrival and departure
Grateful for life.
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About ivonprefontaine
I have been an educator for almost 20 years. Prior to that, I worked in private industry for 15 years, then returned to university to earn my education degree. For the past 11 years, I have been a co-creator of learning in a unique, progressive, alternative educational school of choice. Currently, I am engaged in a doctoral program at Gonzaga University in Spokane. A main theme in my learning there has been the roles of systems thinking, complexity theory, and organizational theory, and how they apply to education generally and the learning environment I share with students, parents, and colleagues.
You have a sharp focus on one of the branches of that tree on the left… I like the poem.
Thank you Shimon
Beautiful pen Ivon
Beautiful poem Ivon
Thank you David.
Lovely poem expressing life… It (life) sure is a mixture…!
It is a lovely mix of the good and not-so-good. Thank you Carolyn.
i like blurry pictures very nice poem as well!
Thoughtful and beautiful, great insight Ivon
Thank you Judy.
Love the poem, and the idea… life is often a blur, I feel…..
It is a blur. Thank you for the kind comments Valerie.
Very good effort!
Thank you for taking time to read.
Love the reflective notes in this.
Thank you.
I love your poem.
Thank you for stopping and commenting.
Lovely poem and photographs!
Thank you Elisa.