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Christmas is Coming

Out back are these pristine white blooms 

They rise toward the sky

Emitting their sweet fragrance

Into the air

Their message is simple

Christmas will soon be here 

The stark white speaks of the perfect

Love of Christmas

Enjoy the beauty

Savor everything they stand for

Breathe in the sweet fragrance

Fully embrace the Christmas promises

the in-between

TWILIGHT

The in-between

Twilight …the in-between is now available on Amazon.

You can find the book using this link: 

  amazon.com/author/lindalflynn_words

Twilight …the in-between is a collection of poetry. The poems are about life in the in-between spaces. That is where we all live and grow. So, pick up your copy today, or one for a friend. Then sit back and ponder the in-between spaces.

Feel free to share your responses to the poems. Those exchanges are also part of the in-between. Part of our becoming.

A little personal history note:

The December 2 release date is in honor of my mother. Some of my earliest memories from my childhood revolve around the two of us sitting on the sofa in the living room, her reading stories to me. Eventually, I was reading stories to her, and then I was off. Often with a book in hand. The love of the written word carried me away and dropped seeds, planting a desire to write. 

So, thank you, Mom, for planting such a love in my heart.

Risk

Photo courtesy of Felicia Marie

We all entered this life ready to take risks

Emerging into these beings wanting

Adventure

Though many see the adventures of early childhood

They don’t recognize those actions as risky

But merely a part of the growing-up experience

Enter adolescence and the psyche seems more

Inclined toward risk, or risk – averse

Even at this stage of life, seldom do others recognize

This as risk. Those children are often considered

Difficult or troublemakers

Life moves into adulthood 

Where most effort is spent trying to survive

Or thrive

Seldom feeling as though you are 

Making conscious decisions for yourself

It’s not until later in life

When others are evaluating 

Your actions you might hear about 

How people respect that

You would take risks

It’s as though a curtain is pulled back

Revealing a part of yourself 

You never recognized belonging to you

Yet in retrospect you can see 

How one might think that

The adventurous life has been fun

Full of surprises 

And unplanned outcomes

Some I wouldn’t wish on anyone and

Others I would love to share and repeat

Personal benefits of risks have

Provided friends in multiple geographical locations

Memories galore 

Leaving me with a broad range 

Of interests and a rich life

In our overprotective culture

How do we teach children 

To be comfortable taking a risk

Teach them to be wise about what risks 

Are worth taking and which to walk away from

Low Tide at the Tide Pools

While others are combing the shore and the small tide pools, I’ve found a rock where I can perch, allowing my senses to soak in the beauty of nature and the reality of being on the edge of land. The pelicans fly overhead in formation, scoping out the landscape below. They head over the open water then pivot coming back toward land. Multiple broods fly in their individual formations. Scanning the waters and shoreline. Their grace, combined with the perfection of their movements, is a beauty to behold. The waves roar toward the shore with one white cap straining to overtake another. The blue-green rolls over to form a churning white mass racing toward the shore as the roar intensifies. Beyond, the dark grey blue of the ocean continues until it creates a solid dark line against the horizon. Then the lighter blue grey of the sky rises to transition into a deep blue. Shades of blue fill my view.

The wind continues to blow, ruffling my shirt and blowing my hair. The air is cool on my face, with the scent of salt water filling the air. 

Following the shoreline around the cove area, the grey of the water’s edge merges with the grey of the land, creating dull shadows of the buildings surrounding the water’s edge. 

The churning waves keep moving further and further inland. Soon my vantage point will be immersed. 

The sound of the seagulls laughing at the surfing crowd that has arrived to ride the wild waves of this afternoon fill the air. They’ve donned their gear and waded into the water with their boards. Slowly at first as they acclimate to the temperatures, then more quickly to position themselves for when they see the waves calling to them. Into the deep they paddle. A couple of quick runs and alas, they denounce. These waves are not for me today. Then they depart. 

Slowly, I arise to explore activity in some of the tide pools. What a peaceful way to clear one’s mind!