Three things
Starting to work on the project in earnest. If you have a favorite place you haven’t mentioned before. Email me please.
Grateful for my body. It works/.
Grateful for the mundane things. The coffee brewing. My soul relaxing. Good music.
Your turn.
The flame throwing
Red haired raven
The friend
With fire
In her bones
But kindness
In her soul
Where He
Makes himself
Known to her
Is a friend
Who prays
And my well being
Is always
On her mind
When God
Gives you
A friendship
That money
Can’t buy
You lift up
Your praise hands
My favorite trip in the US: Nantucket
International trip: Assisi, Italy
Favorite recipe: My abuela’s cooking
My favorite authors: Lucy Sykes Rellie and Plum Sykes
My favorite designers: Oscar de la Renta and Carolina Herrera
Favorite restaurants: The Purple Onion in Saluda NC and Stoneacre Brasserie in Newport, RI
Favorite gems: Emeralds and Sapphires
Some questions for you
Best trip you’ve ever taken?
Favorite recipe?
Favorite book?
Quote that speaks to you?
Best job you’ve held?
Covered in
The red
White and blue
Draped with
The stars
And stripes
At Dover
We reunite
For the
Last time
For your sacrifice
Reminds me
I won’t
See your face
Again
In the land
Of the Living
But your heart
Is ever mine
To treasure
Breathe in
And out
Release the anger
That simmers
Hot enough
To explode
But be
Of good courage
And tame
The tongue
Before it
Tames you
A few questions
Describe your favorite person?
Describe your favorite place?
Describe your favorite memory?
Gratitude without expectation
I saw the phrase yesterday
I’m grateful for who posted it
Because my heart
Was starting to get disappointed
Because my head
Wasn’t in the right place
Some days it takes a lot
To put expectation down
Of ourselves
Of others
Instant gratification
Feels good
But doesn’t teach much
And in this life
My need to learn
Is more important
Than my desire
To just want
For want’s sake
Love yourself and one another
Thank you for championing the project I mentioned in my last post. Sometimes you have to chase the dream, before you lose it. My hope is to have a product that I can be proud to share. It’s in its early stages so please know it may take a bit before I have anything to show for it. Right now, I’m overwhelmed at the response. This teaches me to ask. For every no I receive, I am rewarded with a yes more and more each day.
Ask and seek
You said it
I accept
And take
Your Word
As proof
That no hope
Is too silly
As long
As your hands
Approve it
I guess it’s time to spill the beans. I’ve got a new project going, and I need your help.
I’m writing a fictional piece using postcards and trinkets people send me to tell their stories. Their hopes and fears. If anyone would like to send me a postcard or trinket that speaks to them. Let me know. If you’re interested in participating email me at reginekarpel@gmail.com. If you are already participating just say done.
Love you all.
Regine
On the cloudy days
I remember
The sunny ones
That warmed
My soul
As much
As my skin
In every element
The joy
Of the
Lord is present
Rain
I welcome you
You come
To cleanse
The dirt
Grime
And general malaise
That had
Inhabited
The soul
And battered
The mind
Before
The Son
Said
Come here
And rest
Three things
Open heart equals open mind
I’m learning to ask. No is not so scary anymore. Yes may actually be the answer.
Fear exits as my voice raises
I’m glad you all are willingly here to cheer me on. I’m beyond grateful. Thank you so much.
What are you weekly wins?
Running
To the restaurant
As we got caught
In the downpour
Refreshing to
The soul
The storms
Teach me more
Than sunshine
Ever could
Learning to relish
Seek the joy
Going to
This new doctor
And seeing patients
In true need
Of relief
Yet being
So happy
Was a sucker punch
And a lesson
Of how
To live
With discomfort
Gracefully
God answered
Some prayers
After leaving
The doctor’s
Office
I felt
The weight
On my heart
Shatter
I took
A deep breath
And learned
It’s all in
The attitude
Surrounded by
Those purple walls
And plants
I felt a calm
That felt
Too good
I just let
Myself be
Taken with
Grace’s good fortune
Change doesn’t
Need to scare
It just teaches
That stagnation
Doesn’t serve
My body anymore
Smelling the scent
Of the deep pink
Roses
Spread on
The kitchen table
The aroma
Takes away
The anxiety
And trouble
For a moment
As I’m grateful
For the flowers’
Reminder
That with beauty
Comes the thorny
Issues of life
But it doesn’t
Detract from
Its utility
To be
Hopeful
Under stress
New doctor today. Pray that I’ve no fear, and am honest so I can be helped. Thank you.
Love yourself and one another
It’s wisteria hysteria
Here
Because the
Purple hue
Regally regales me
In pure reverie
Because my focus
On what
Is freely given
A beauty
Man tries
But rarely
Ever replicates
If you want
To be rich
Look out
The front door
It’s where
It’s at
Every day
Feet in the ground
Fingers around
The flowers
And look up
Into the starry skies
Diamonds
Caress the clavicle
As I lounge
On a chaise
With a martini
And a romance novel
In my hands
As I thumb
Through the pages
A little bichon
Comes to lick
My fingertips
Wondering if treats
Are in my tote
None are found
But now
That face
Has captured
My attention
I have never
Met a more darling
Creation
Would now
Be snoozing
Between my legs
Sunscreen is
Best friend
Because I can’t
Be bothered
The pooch’s
Desires come
Before my own
Funny that’s how
God works too
What a thought
A blissful scene
Brought me back
To the author
Of it all
Pools of blue
As I float
Through the needle
Of your soul
Eyes wink
Back at me
Twirling tongue
Laughing
As I go under
As I’m flipping
Over the inner tube
Surfacing as taking
In an inordinate
Amount of water
And I can
Just Imagine
The story
That will
Be told
For generations
To come
Happy Mother’s Day
To all of
The women
Who show up
Love and protect
Support and cherish
And are
Strength and courage
Personified
I love you Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
A gauzy coverup
Shows a cobalt
One piece
Toned calves
A product of
Yoga and
A stationary bike
The marked difference
In my body
Is bringing
Stability to
My mind
Outside in
The transformation
Is not noticed
Until now
When I’m able
To put pen
To paper
My toes
Are stubbed
And dug
Into the sand
Looking down
I marvel
At something
So simple
That gives
The biggest smile
Knowing
Oneness
With the
Father’s creation
Is encapsulating
My toe beds
Tornado warning
Three AM
Not a great
Wake up call
Put on a
Gators sweater
To the closet
I went
To huddle
As I was hugged
Rode it out
Took two hours
To fall back asleep
But in that time
God revealed
Some truths
I’d be struggling
With for awhile
And in that moment
I’ve never been
More grateful
For early days
When what
Is not wanted
Is what is needed
More than
The air
That is exhaled
Standing on
The forest floor
Looking up
Between
The tree tops
The backdrop
For the photo shoot
Standing in
The green satin
Halter
With gold chain
And metallic clasp
Around my
Delicate clavicle
Embracing my own beauty
While relishing
In His own
Creation
Took a look
At my body
This morning
And for the
First time
I smile
Despite my condition
I look good
I feel good
Now to get
My brain
Mind and soul
To get in alignment
Because wholeness
Is attainable
Not some
Far fetched
Fantasy
God
Go to work
Surrendering
My need
To be right
Can you please pray for a special little human very close to me. I’m scared, but know He’s in control as much as my mind would like to fight that very knowledgeable fact.
Love you all.
Love yourself and one another
Draped
In the finest silk
A rich red hue
A crown
Of crystals
Adorn the sleeves
A faux fur
Covers the collar
And my head
Is topped
With a tiara
Of diamonds
And rubies
My toes
Are in a ballet slipper
The braces
Are not worn
But a cane
Is by my side
Because beauty
Without stability
Brings ill gotten gains
The scene above
Provides a window
Out outward beauty
What life teaches
That when
The soul
Finds light
The body
Rejoices
For faith
Has been
Set free
To soar
Lord
Thank you
You know
I don’t need
To elaborate
Spell it out
Revive my heart
To serve
And seek yours
Strength takes
A toll
I don’t often show
But a yoga session
Relaxed me enough
To step back
And look
Within self
To find
The words
That are Yours
For me
To share
With my
Fellow humans
The shower sessions
Where I let the water
Caress my aching muscles
And spend a few minutes
In repose
And reflection
Some days
Writing
Becomes
A blessing
And a burden
The feeling
Of needing
To deliver
Has left me
Depleted
And dejected
But then
I have to remember
What or who
Do I write for
Is it my own
Glory or His
If no fame came
To my name
For this gift
Would God
Still be well pleased
With me
And I have to trust
And believe
Without doubt
That He would
Search my heart
And motives
O Lord
Make me
The creation
The daughter
You know
And love well
A little sunshine
Some new tunes
A little yoga
And my
Soul sings
Getting out
Of my own head
One move
At a time
Because I’m
Too blessed
Not to enjoy
The gifts
Right
In front
Of my face
And I haven’t
Paid enough
Attention
To holding onto
The joy
Of ordinary
Goodness
That is medicinal
As it is
Fundamental
To daily contentment
Speak
As I sit
In silence
The only
Thing I hear
Are harmonies
Melodies
And lyrics
Praising Your name
It’s the calm
To the restlessness
That is ever present
What you want
Isn’t something
I’ve been willing
To give you
Until my arse
Has hit the floor
You want all
Of me
Not just
The parts
That need fixing
Your not the repairmen
You’re the Heavenly Father
And all of me
Is trusting
That I can
Make amends
For the error
Of my ways
Trust
Five letters
So much meaning
Let me believe
That You
Work it all
For my good
And that nothing
Is lost
Please remind me
I’m not too late
To the party
For you to
To bless me
To grant me
The desires
Of my heart
As the beautiful lady
I see on Saturdays
Tells me
That she has
Shoes in her closet
Older than me
You give me
Living angels
To remind me
Hope is at the corner
Of lost and searching
Love finds me
In the depths
Of what
I’ve yet
To figure out
For Your eyes
Have met mine
What is seen
Is not
For me
To know
Contentment
Means
Riding
The waves
Of faith
As if
I were
A female Kelly Slater
On Oahu’s
North Shore
Ocean’s expanse
Spread out
For infinite measure
Is to remind
This mere human
How much more
Is left to learn
Once the thought
That the answer
Has been found
Until the
Realization hits
Only the surface
Has been scratched
And preconceived notions
Are scrapped
On the cutting room
Floor
The joy of being clueless
Holds an allure
So that I continue
To find joy
In what is
Not known
