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Today’s Reality: Thanksgiving
This is the fourth post in a series titled, Today’s Reality. The series will chronicle my journey to remission from Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML). My outlook as I begin this new phase in my life and blog series is living in the moment in mind, body, and spirit. I am not angry. I refuse to be sad. I am determined to live a long life with love and peace in my heart with the confidence of a better tomorrow filled with joy and humor.
My oncologist is pleased with my progress in my remission mission. I am grateful to all my friends, family, and followers who have lifted me up in prayer and who have sent me gifts and messages of hope and encouragement. THANK YOU!
lifting me
on prayer wings
a choir
healing me
angelic voices
a balm
loving me
joyful remembrance
a true gift
© 11.2020 SL Prielipp-Falzone
“thanksgiving”
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This series, Today’s Reality will also offer a spiritual perspective on my website, The Prayer Journals, as well as, a commentary perspective on my website, The Blogging Owl. I hope you will also follow me on those blogs too!
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Today’s Reality: Leukemia
This is the third post in a series titled, Today’s Reality. The series will chronicle my journey to remission from Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML). My outlook as I begin this new phase in my life and blog series is living in the moment in mind, body, and spirit. I am not angry. I refuse to be sad. I am determined to live a long life with love and peace in my heart with the confidence of a better tomorrow filled with joy and humor.
unknowing
deep in the marrow
politics
inside out
election battle
becomes clear
explosions
red, purple, and blue
civil war
© 9.25.2020 SL Prielipp-Falzone
“leukemia”
TheOwlPoet.com
This series, Today’s Reality will also offer a spiritual perspective on my website, The Prayer Journals, as well as, a commentary perspective on my website, The Blogging Owl. I hope you will also follow me on those blogs too!
“Like” my Facebook pages: The Blogging Owl and The Prayer Journals
(c) 2018 – 2020 SL Prielipp-Falzone, TheOwlPoet.com – All Rights Reserved
the prayer shawl
weaving my words
in and out
pushing them upward
a loom of emotions
tie-dyed threads
emerges a pattern
of a life lived
on prayer
© 8.06.2020 SL Prielipp-Falzone, TheOwlPoet.com – All Rights Reserved
if heaven is real
if heaven is real
locked within me
finally set free
when my here
is complete
all the beauty
i had wished
to reveal
before my here
was complete
if heaven is real
this songbird sings
the joyful melody
when my here
is complete
the tune
i wished
i could have sung
before my here
was complete
if heaven is real
may this prayer
be answered
when my here
is complete
with tears flowing
before my here
was complete
if heaven is real
may all this be so
my spirit set free
when my here
is complete
on wings of a dove
the peace dreamed of
before my here
was complete
© 8.02.2020 SL Prielipp-Falzone, TheOwlPoet.com – All Rights Reserved
in love
Every morning I spend time in prayer and meditation. This morning I wrote in part the following in my prayer journal and posted it on one of my Facebook pages, The Prayer Journals:
Then my friend, Julie, who often texts me photos at all times of the day or night, sent me a photo of this morning ‘s sunrise in which I had already penned a poem on this morning’s meditation.
Now some people will say God works in mysterious ways. I don’t happen to believe that to be true at all. I believe if we are conscious of God’s presence in all of our moments then there is no mystery. So receiving Julie’s text this morning for me was a natural communication from God with two friends.
eyes closed
into his presence
i awoke
casting out
his rays of beauty
my fears
breathing in
i close my eyes
perfect love
©2019 SL Prielipp-Falzone, TheOwlPoet.com
PC: Julia Tiede-Iveson
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writing
What if I lost my eyesight? Would I lose my passion too?
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September’s Beauty and Ugliness
September reflections from the Owl Poet.
September 6, 2018
As I drove eastward toward home this evening from the office, the setting sun bloomed from vivid yellow to apricot, melon and deepening hues of lavender. I couldn’t help but continually look in my rear view window knowing that God was reminding me that whatever frustration, despair or worry I had about my day, I can rest in His peace.
pleasing peace
a lavender sky
new day waits
September 9, 2018:
And just like that the cool winds of autumn appeared with cheers from the football stadium echoing among the falling maple leaves on Sunday morning.
change begins
summer is over
school colors
September 10, 2018:
The day draws her shades earlier as the warmth of summer’s love shows his interest elsewhere. Hibernating in her grief until spring brings forth the beauty of a new love, the nights become cold and long.
complicit
the shifting shadows
sun and moon
September 11, 2018:
I looked up into the sky as I gently held hands with my 3 year-old and 5 year-old sons. We walked down our ordinary street on a September day awash in the afternoon sun with leaves whispering the daily news with the birds.
No parade in the sky or white streamers on this afternoon. Just an unblemished blue sky, unordinary in an ordinary suburban neighborhood. A sign that my sons would grow up in a world different than mine.
unordinary
when we all stood for the flag
on 9/11
September 12, 2018:
On a crisp September morning the crows on the overhead wire telecast their news and the Sandhills and Canadas follow suit with their own version. The sun powers up her furnace and the morning dew trickles down from its grassy ledge. The day shiny and new like a bright copper penny.
still exists
freedom of the press
how lucky
Another from September 12, 2018:
seek equality
pledge allegiance to the flag
an advertisement
one nation
where we can all stand
under God
liberty
and justice for all
no worries
September 13, 2018:
In the distance I hear the punctuated blare of loneliness passing through the dead of night. Stealing my silence, I wonder where it’s going.
place and time
a train to somewhere
destiny
September 15, 2018:
On this Saturday afternoon in September when the sun is still remembering July and the leaves are touched by the first signs of aging, I sit here on the deck outside with an open book that wafts perfume of fresh ink wishing for the caress of Lake Michigan one more time. I should be sitting in my designated pew along her shores dreaming for the day when I would take a day like today for granted because yesterday and tomorrow would be the same as it is today.
But here I am fondly remembering children’s laughter in and around a little white cottage that is located hours and miles away known as Heaven’s Vineyard that now waits empty for its’ new owners to start their summer vacation story. Wistfully, I begin dreaming of writing a new chapter of my own.
middle age
between the chapters
a bookmark
And another from September 15, 2018:
tumbleweeds
among vacancies
the homeless
pancake sky
like Arizona dust
all choked up
urban wind
from the city grates
lost spirits
September 28, 2018:
It would have been wonderful to exit September that somehow everyone in this world could gaze upon this beautiful photo by Julia Tiede-Iveson and become whole like two people exchanging gold bands on their wedding day. Yet, the world is not whole and it is not one in mind, body, and spirit to believe that each one of us deserves to be heard, to be believed, and importantly, to be respected.
September 30, 2018:
“Our purpose is to please God, not people. He alone examines the motives of our hearts.”
1 Thessalonians 2:4
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Robert Mueller
I just finished reading, “Fear” by Bob Woodward today and then my friend, Karen Winters posted a photo of her cat, Jack in her yard. I couldn’t resist.
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all the drama
listening
’til the drama fades
to nothing
(c) 2018 SL Prielipp-Falzone
Third in a series from a recent trip to Alaska.
Photography and video by Julia Tiede-Iveson.
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