Breakfast Meditation
Image by Corbis
Stirred, wrapped in
Not quite turquoise
Not quiet pine green
Breakfast meditation
Season’s rhythm
A litany of thoughts
Plays upon life’s reason
Weaving stories
In strokes of sunlight
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Poem by Brenda L. McCartney
Rendezvous
Image taken from My Montserrat
Incited passions
On deserted sandy coves
Pan-seared delights on picnic blankets
Shimmering moments in the sun
Undeniable satisfying
Wild life, wet, salty breeze
Dearest memories
The unthinkable
Replenish lost energy
Brightly colored on
private narrow cays
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
The Present
Have you ever wondered about things happening in the present that you once dreamed of as a child? Maybe it was an interest you pursued that you are now living. For some reason, for many of us, our dreams and interests seem to follow us to make our individual destinies a reality or to light our way along the paths of life. For example, the other day I forwarded photographs to my sister with highlights of how I spent my birthday, she reminded me of this story: As a child I took her to the beach and decided I wanted to go on a fishing boat ride. I approached and asked a fisherman who was about to head out to sea to haul fishing net and with my request and he agreed. Out in the deep blue Caribbean Sea the boat engine failed. I laughed because I remembered that day vividly; all I thought of how was I going to explain this to my father; never mind the fact I could not swim. I looked across at my sister into her big black eyes and as she made the sign of the cross. When we returned home, my maternal grandmother scolded me with a smile (as always) she said that I was a bit too free spirited; later my paternal grandmother agreed with her regarding my frivolous nature. My friends and family do concur up to this day; that that seems to be the natural order of my life to be spontaneous and wonderful adventures follow. As I look into my daughter’s eyes and hear her expressing herself, revealing her dreams I can not help but wonder if she will have this trait of mine. Truthfully I already see a bit of it in her now adventurous and exuberant. This prompts me to constantly whisper prayers as I am now a mother. I am thankful to God today for my daughter’s third birthday. Happy birthday Daly!
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