Author Archives: Joan

Wise Words From My Friend, Beth

Self Compassion

We gladly lend a compassionate hand

to victims of

illness, floods, heat, fire,

and other calamities.

Would we extend

the same soothing understanding

to ourselves?

Compassion means

“to suffer with.”

Yet we often suffer in silence and alone,

plagued by

our floods of self-doubt

that wash away our worth,

the fires of self-hatred

that leave our soul barren.

Listen!

It’s not “Love your neighbor”

better than yourself!

Listen!

for a calm voice

that says, always,

you are loved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Gift Of Green

Evertime I see the burst

of small green branches

newly sprung from the stump

which once was our beloved cherry tree,

a burst of gratitude springs from me.

I bow, thankful that,

in spite of everything,

she has chosen to persist.

JDG

 

Wise Young Dog

Decided to skip

my walk this morning, but Knox

would have none of it.

Reluctantly I put on my shoes

and  stepped outside into

an unexpected coolness,

 glad my yes-saying buddy

refused to take no for an answer.

JDG