Rebirthing: Diagnosis life...

Earth holds me

As I am reborn

As She rebirths

From seeds along the wind

From seeds within the sea

Growth from within without compulsion

Rebirthing: Diagnosis life...

Neurographic non-prompt: "With every stroke, I release tension..."

Fractal Connections

The path it doth flow

Everywhere we go

May we allow ourselves to slow

To hear the colors 

To see the scents

To taste the textures

And feel the flavors

Allowing 

Our hearts 

To overflow

Neurographic non-prompt: "Fresh Paths: Every new line builds new neural connections..."

Every day I live a miracle...

In the morning when I open my eyelids, they see

Light, colors, shapes, movement

Eyelids blink without any conscious effort 

Eye lashes help keep debris from cascading into my eyeballs

Fluid bathes my glimpsers

I inhale, filling my cells with breath 

Body breathes itself 

Without any conscious effort from me

I stretch, moving my limbs and extremities 

I arise, my legs and torso hold me upright

I place one foot in front of the other

Mobilizing this amazing vehicle

I make my way to the bathroom

My body naturally relieves itself

I have a flush toilet and toilet paper inside a dwelling

Away from the elements

I don't have to find a place outside for this

I have a mirror in which to gaze and give myself a smile

I turn a knob, and water flows into a sink

I have teeth and toothbrush and toothpaste and floss

I have a hand towel that hangs conveniently over a small towel rack

I make my way to the bedroom windows and open the blinds

I raise one of the blinds to receive a full view 

My glimpsers see the roof on our garage with its spinning air vents

I take in our big green backyard and the woods behind the grassy incline

Oaks, dogwoods, mimosas, pines, walnut trees, redbuds, and all sorts of plant life

The wooden bench at the edge of the woods that Son built 

I breathe in the view

Sometimes I see hawks, vultures, crows, songbirds, squirrels, rabbits, deer

My ears hear the cry or song or buzz of winged ones

Occasionally I see the neighbor's grandchildren playing in our big backyard

Which they have named "the meadow"

My heart smiles

My body then turns to see rainbows dance on the opposite wall

From the sunlight that catches the small crystal 

I hung in the bedroom window over 20 years ago

Reminding me of Joni Mitchell's song, Cheslea Morning

I make my bed, a comfy bed which supports me every night

I unclothe from my sleep shirt and choose my reclothing apparel

I have an abundance of choice and can wear what I feel 

I intentionally choose my earrings for the day

Every day I live a miracle

Every day I am a miracle

Are not we all?

Billions of miracles across this blue marble 

Swirling through the cosmos

Every day we learn...

Some days there are wins

Some days there are losses

Some days we float...

May the float sustain us

Through the high tides and the low

July 14, 2026

Me

~*~*~

My eyes and ears take in a different view from Joni's, but the essence is the same...

Chelsea Morning by Joni Mitchell