Nothing is as black and white as it seems,
If the world seems drab,
Color it,
A picture can paint a thousand words.
2023, Welcome to another colorful year!
Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse
Posted in Compositions, tagged 2023, art, color, inspiration, international, lifestyle, paint, picture on January 3, 2023| 6 Comments »
Nothing is as black and white as it seems,
If the world seems drab,
Color it,
A picture can paint a thousand words.
2023, Welcome to another colorful year!
Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse
Posted in Compositions, tagged art, blog, creativity, glitter, inspiration, international, nature, snow on December 6, 2022| 9 Comments »
Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged art, dissention, eagle, gifts, inspiration, light, lightning, parade, rain, storm, thunder on June 28, 2022| 9 Comments »
When clouds of dissension swirl about you, rise above like an eagle.
Don’t let someone else’s thunder rain on your parade.
Realize; there are cracks in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
Let the power of lightning inspire you towards a brighter future.
Remember; some of the best things that happen are the one’s you never thought could.
Be grateful, a storm can deliver many gifts.
Welcome them with open arms.
Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse
Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged art, blogging, creative writing, creativity, holistic, inspiration, lifestyle, nature, new age, peace, spirituality, wellness, wisdom on October 19, 2021| 4 Comments »
I am beyond the circle today, racing toward freedom. “Oh, how I love to run.”
There is strength in my legs and courage in my heart. My vision is keen. I am galloping into uncharted territory but ancient wisdom within tells me I have traveled this path before. I am not afraid. With this knowledge, I strive forward gathering increased energy and speed. The air on my face feels good. It is cool and fresh. My white mane and tail flow out behind me uninhibited. I am breathing deeply, nostrils wide. The inhalation of crisp translucent air has cleansed all senses. My exhalations are mere puffs of white. Purity has allowed my feet to float above the obstructions below so that I may glide along like wind. All restrictions have been removed. I have become a leader. But, in my exuberance with the race toward freedom, I have forgotten my herd. They have fallen behind. (more…)
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