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My response to “Are you a pilot or a passenger?” by annikenbinz (11 May 2013)
Reading a recent post on Anniken Binz’s blog entitled “Are you a pilot or a passenger?” (http://annikenbinz.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/are-you-a-pilot-or-a-passenger/) made me stop and wonder how I would answer that question. There have been plenty of times in my life when I have … Continue reading
Posted in Breathing Words, Exhale, Inhale, My Poems
Tagged annikenbinz, co-pilot, leadership, passenger, pilot, Poetry
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where can I go?
where can I go to feel like I am fully me where can I go to know that I am okay to just be when is it my turn to find the place where I decide who I am when … Continue reading
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Tagged Adventure, change, decision, Poetry, story
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Waiting for Spring
A flower bloom in waiting Reaches out for hidden sun When will winter end? **Our flowers are not quite sure what to do with the late arrival of Spring.**
my team
they come to me for guidance I go to them for knowledge they look to me to know the way I look to them to show me how they know that I have the plan I know they can work … Continue reading
The Irish Traffic Jam
Driving down the highway On the wrong side of the road Listening to the radio Someone’s singing with a brogue Didn’t have to go far Before I reach the first delay And quickly learn that in Ireland Sheep have the … Continue reading
The Hawk – an unfinished story of trust
I look into its eyes and it knows me With new trust my gloved hand becomes its perch And we walk in the soft morning drizzle Into wooded glen to begin the hunt ** Our stay at the Ashford Castle … Continue reading
Connemara morning
early morning rain ancient rhythms in the mist from dreams I awake still tapping to the music soft Irish morning welcomes
Irish pub
thirst for the old ways beckons the story teller a pint of black stout We are spending our first night of our Ireland vacation in Clifden, County Connemara, in the west – Joyce Country.
Point of View
** I grew up in a world full of Mexican slang that was part of every conversation. Spanglish was my first language, and it was fun to use. My younger siblings never really learned the language. To them, it became … Continue reading
another april day
a springtime welcome the cool breeze across my face lingering winter
The Adventures of Bill Castro - Part II 