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Monthly Archives: June 2016

Distinguishing The Past From The Present.

30 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Poetry, Psychology

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Envy can destroy our lives., Focusing on the good instead of the hurt., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, The Past can affect the present.

It saddens me to realize

How much of life we miss,

When we fail to focus on

Our moments of pure bliss.

 

If we could somehow overcome

The power of our past

That comes and tries to sabotage

The moments that should last.

 

Instead, our primal instincts

Are triggered to protect,

Ourselves from being hurt again,

So we soon disconnect.

 

At times our good experiences

Trigger all the pain,

Of the things we did not get,

Or we could not obtain.

 

It’s a type of insanity

When anger comes within,

And we end up punishing

Those who give often.

 

We build a wall around our hearts

And steadfastly refuse,

To trust the people who reach out.

We have so much to lose.

 

How can we overcome our past

And put our grief aside,

And welcome just the present,

With our arms opened wide?

 

The truth, we blindly do not see,

Is life’s lived in the moment.

Our past affects  each new day,

We spend our lives in torment.

 

We must work out some sort of plan

To take what others offer,

And put away the bitter past

Which we can not alter.

 

If we allow ourselves to live

Obsessed with what is not,

We’ll rob ourselves of happiness,

Envying what others got.

Yu/stan/kema.

The Color of Joy Is Blue and Green.

29 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

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My heart leaps up inside my chest

Each time I see new-grown grass;

Found on Pinterest on 6-13-16. Green light.

Found on Pinterest on 6-13-16. Green light.

When I hug my favorite tree,

And pat its multicolored bark;

Or watch its leaves wave playfully,

In the sweetest gentle breeze.

I love blue and green the best,

Of the colors I walk past.

 

The color green is all around,

In the merry months of Spring.

New leaves come to greet the sun.

Its rays feel good on all my plants.

I love my trees, yes every one.

I sing to them when day is done.

They all look like they’re heaven-bound.

I see my God in every thing.

 

Each time I see a flower fair,

It takes me to a better place.  

Found on A Tramp In the Woods by Fodrambler. "A Blue Day" on wordpress. May 7, 2016. Bluebells.

Found on: A Tramp In the Woods by Fodrambler. “A Blue Day” on word press. May 7, 2016. Bluebells.

I love blue flowers the most,

Of all the flowers God has made.

Day flowers grow near my fence post.

Verbena grows along the coast.

Blue lavender crowns my hair.

Blue flowers have such sweet  grace.

 

My little boy wore blue a lot.

His sunny smile would warm my heart.

His hand in mine. was ecstasy.

His words were music in my ears.

I loved to see him running free.

He played tennis along with me.

We’d plant flowers in a pot.

I loved him from the very start.

 

Flowers, trees, and my dear son,                  

Found on Pinterest on 2-21-16.

Found on Pinterest on 2-21-16.

         

Brought me joy throughout the day.

Ordinary things that grew

Made my life shine like a light.

Such big trees, I loved them so,

Especially when the branches blew.

I loved to see my boy run,

And most of all, to hold him tight.

.Yu/stan/kema

Childhood Poems That Tickle The Bones: “Only My Opinion,” and ” The Spring.”

28 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Humor, Photos, Poetry, Uncategorized

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Are they ticklish?, Caterpillars., Pinterest photo- BrianinLR., Pinterest photos., Poem: Only My Opinion., Poem:The Spring., Written by Monica Shannon., Written by Rose Fyleman.

ONLY MY OPINION

Is a caterpillar ticklish?                      

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-16.

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-16.

Well, it’s always my belief

That he giggles, as he wiggles

Across a hairy leaf.

Monica Shannon.

 

 

THE SPRING.

A little mountain spring I found

That fell into a pool;

I made my hands into a cup,

And caught the sparkling water up.

It tasted fresh and cool.

 

A solemn little frog I spied                                 

Found on Pinterest on 6-28-16.Blanchard Springs Caverns, Mountain View, Arkansas. BrianinLR.

Found on Pinterest on 6-28-16. Blanchard Springs Caverns, Mountain View, Arkansas. BrianinLR.

Upon the rocky brim;

He looked so boldly in my face,

I’m certain that he thought the place

Belonged by rights to him.

Rose Fyleman

Hope And Despair Lives In Each Of Us.

28 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, Quotes, spirituality

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A lake of sorrow grows., Courage is going on in the face of loss., Hope and despair live in us.., Losses pile up., Pinterest photo quote- Sanober Khan., Pinterest photo quote-mediawebs.com., poetry by Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16.

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16. Mediawebapps.com.

Sorrow rises up from the bottom of

A lake that lies in the center of my heart.

The lake has been there since the

Beginning of my life…my birth.

It was small in the beginning,

But time has added many pockets

Of sadness to the rippling surface of

The water, increasing it’s size.

It’s boundaries expand to take in

More pain, more hurt, and uncertainty.

The energy it takes, to hold back the force

Of all that misery and senseless grief,

Yearns to release  the sorrow in the open air.

Abandonment, betrayal of all that one holds dear,

And loss of freedom, in a prison of sorts, that lasted

Eight long years, and every day filled with aching

Loneliness, and a longing for love that did not come,

Left its toll on a heart that only wanted to give.

Youth, the launching of a great career, and marriage,

Kept the surface of the water calm and the self at rest.

But the passage of time brought losses and grief.

One by one the losses disturbed the peaceful calm

Of the lake lying in the center of my heart.

Now age robs me of, the energy I once had;

Found on Pinterest on 5-15-16. Sanober Khan.

Found on Pinterest on 5-15-16. Sanober Khan.

And the loss of a job and money I once made,

Makes my life difficult to accept and endure.

Illness affects my mind and body every day.

Loved ones have gone and friends have disappeared.

People say, “Think positive thoughts, and pray.

God is all you need. Be self-reliant and be strong.

It will be OK., the future lies ahead. Love is on its way.”

“Now is all I have. My body’s tired, and my life is done.”

This I say, and “I’m not sure, there is another day.”

They can not see such platitudes do nothing when

Hope no longer wants to live at my address.

Courage is, I think, going on when all hope is gone.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Of Mother And Daughter.

26 Sunday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

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Facebook timeline photo, God, Have no regrets., Life is uncertain., love, Mothers and daughters., Pinterest photo- M. Bezjian., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, remembering, Telling people how you feel.

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Pinterest photo found on Facebook Timeline.                                                                                                                    4-8-16.

 

THE LOVE OF MOTHER AND DAUGHTER

A little girl, with the saddest eyes,

Walks slowly down to the water.

She holds so much pain inside her heart.

She’s no longer someone’s daughter.

 

The little girl looks at the sandy shore,

And kneels with a stick in her hand.

She writes a message, catches her breath.

She writes again in the sand.

 

She’s leaving a message behind for Mom,

The mother that she adored.

Her Mother died two days ago.

People say, “She’s with the Lord.”

 

The little girl wants her Mother to see,

She will never be forgot.

She left these words in the sand for her:

“Mom, I love you, a lot.”

 

The next time she walks down to the water,

Found on Pinterest on 6-18-16. M. Bezjian.

Found on Pinterest on 6-18-16. M. Bezjian.

She’ll  remember they danced in the tide.

She’ll  remember the hugs mom gave to her,

With  her arms opened wide.

 

 

Her Mother would hold her close to the sky.

Her  laughter would fill the air.

They believed they had forever,

To show how much they cared.

 

We never know when life will end,

Or when last words will be said;

Or when we will say a last good-bye,

After putting our children to bed.

 

If we want to live life, without regret,

We’ll share the emotions we feel.

We’ll say all the words we need to say,

And show them a love that is real.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

 

Grieving Cleans The Soul.

25 Saturday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., photo, Psychology

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From the time we are born, we will continue to lose things important to us. We call this loss, and we deal with loss by cutting ourselves off from uncomfortable feelings, or we trick ourselves into believing our reality is something different from what it actually is. We do this a lot when we want things we can’t have.

When we accumulate many losses over time, It all becomes rolled up until one loss becomes a part of another and another, etc. until it becomes a big mass stored somewhere in our body. If we are wise, we learn to grieve our losses.  It is difficult to do, and healing occurs within us when we do. Tears have a way of cleaning out the toxins in our bodies, our hearts, and  our souls.

While I was growing up, I was not allowed to grieve. I heard all the time, “Stop your crying, or I will give you something to cry about.” In society, I was taught, “Keep a stiff upper lip, be brave, be strong.” It wasn’t until almost a year ago, that I  finally started to allow myself to grieve my losses. I cried for hours, and could not stop and it was intense. What I know now is, it wasn’t one loss I was grieving but a great many.

The best way to grieve is to be able to cry and have someone who is compassionate, be there, and give us comfort. Someone who can witness our loss and how it affected us, and someone to honor our right to grieve. Being comforted by another helps us heal. Even if the comforter only says, ” I see and hear your pain. It’s understandable why you feel what you feel. I’m sorry that this is so painful for you.”

These words let us know we are being heard. We are being responded too, and someone feels sad we are hurt. We need to teach our children how to grieve and support them in this task.  In life, Loss is painful and it hurts. To say, “that’s OK”, or “it’s not a big deal,” diminishes who we are and what we feel as human beings.

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 4-3-16.

Found on Pinterest on 4-3-16.

One More Day Without Hope.

25 Saturday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, quote

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Shadows dance near the edges

Of a tearful, troubled mind.                 

Found on Pinterest on 6-3-16.

Found on Pinterest on 6-3-16.

They call it Shadow Land:

A place where broken dreams

Die a slow, lonely death.

 

The heart still beats deliberately, 

In a chest that has forgotten

How to breathe deeply and fully.

The mind gradually slows to a crawl.

Awareness shuts down as systems

Switch on automatically.

 

Eyes stare straight ahead

Without a glimmer of hope.

The need for movement ceases.

Yet still, the heart pumps on in

A  body filled with bleak despair.

 

Age has taken its toll on lips

That have forgotten how to form

A smile that once lit up a room.

He dozes for a while–oblivious

To all the sounds around him.

 

He finally stirs, moving

Like some kind of  marionette,

Sitting up and putting his feet

On the floor, one foot at a time.

He leaves his house and starts 

His solitary journey down the street.

 

No one realizes the courage it takes

Found on Pinterest on 5-25-16.

Found on Pinterest on 5-25-16.

For him to walk one step forward,

To stop and say hello to people

While walking down the street.

There is a kind of determination, 

He finds, in trying to survive

One more day without hope.

Yu/stan/kema

 

Be An Example Of God’s Love.

22 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, Quotes, spirituality, Uncategorized

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Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16. lessonslearnedinlife.com.

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16. lessonslearnedinlife.com.

Everyone needs a kind word or two

To help cheer the way when life gets hard.

When somebody is feeling lonely and blue,

It doesn’t cost money to make a  nice card.

Nor does it take a lot of your time,

To smile and be friendly to someone in pain.

Throw words together to make them rhyme.

You have nothing to lose and much to gain.

Whoever you help, will count you a blessing:

Lighten their load if just for a moment;

Add something to their life  that’s missing;              

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16. John R. Wooden. HealthyPlace.com.

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16. John R. Wooden. HealthyPlace.com.

                                                                                                      Revive hope now lying dormant;                

Spread a little of needed good cheer,

And make the world a better place.

A smile could easily last for a year,

And a gentle touch on a weary face

Could open a soul to God’s grace.

Yu/stan/kema

God Does Things In His Own Time.

22 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

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Being patient is important., Butterflies., Butterfly., Caterpillar, Cocoon, Complaining about life., God does things in his own time., Not being happy with what you have now., Pinterest photos., poetry by Yu/stan/kema

Said the baby caterpillar

To his mother one day,

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-16. Butterflies.

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-16. Butterflies.

” Why do I crawl in the dirt,

And slide through plant decay,

To find something good to eat.

Why am I made this way?”

” It’s degrading to be

On the ground in these woods

Where I am unable to see

From a lofty, more beautiful place,

The wonderful things around me.”

 

Mother shook her head with grace,

And said in a gentle voice,

” It’s not our place to question God,

For we all don’t have a choice.

He has his reasons for what he does.

For now, we crawl in the sod.”

 

He went on his way, grumbling to all

Who were willing to listen to him,

” I’m creeping through bird fuzz.

Why can’t I fly like them?”

He spent his days crawling in the grass,

Feeling such great despair.

He could see the lovely tree leaves high,

He wanted to be up there.

He thought God didn’t like him much,

And he let out a terrible sigh.

He ate all that he could touch,

And he grew as the days went by.

 

His mother stopped one day and said,

“It’s time to climb the  tree.”

He looked up into the bluest sky,

Felt fear and sat on his rump.

“I’m not ready,” he said with a cry.

He hid behind an old stump.

She dragged him out,

And he turned to run.

He felt such terrible doubt.

 

Yet he began to climb.

The more he climbed,

The braver he got,

He felt he was sublime.

He ate so many leaves,

He slept for a time.

He woke up in a cocoon,

And he couldn’t believe,

He would be flying soon.

 

He wiggled until he fell,

Without making a sound.  

Found on Pinterest on 5-1-16.

Found on Pinterest on 5-1-16.

He sat on a rock and opened

The wings upon his back.

He kept on flapping them

Until he got the knack.

Soon he was flying

Way above the ground.

He laughed with elation,

And he thanked God above,

For giving him his wings,

And showering him with love.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being A Dad.

20 Monday Jun 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry

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Being a dad., Pinterest photo, poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Putting a child to bed., Taking the time to talk., Taking time to hug., Taking time to read.

My son lies peacefully

On sheets cool and crisp.  

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16.

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16.

He’s fresh from his bath,

And he speaks with a lisp.

He quickly signals to me

To sit upon his bed.

I put my arms around him

As his favorite book is read.

His head lies near my heart.

Love wells within my chest.

He calls me his daddy,

And he says, “You’re the best.”

There is nothing I love more

Than the words my son said,

As I read him a book,

And I put him to bed.

Yu/stan/kema.

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