What if…

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We are always who we are meant to be…
Inside ourselves.
Not just the outside that we present to the world.

The face in the mirror reflected back to us.
Looking at us.
The eyes of our soul.

Beckoning us closer.
To embrace all that we are.
To live life with courage. To love. To simply be ourselves.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’ “Between Two Mountains;” near Columbia River Gorge, WA

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Simply Write

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“I simply write. I have learned that without my writing, I am lost.” – Te’

Why Write?

To have a new awareness. To see the world with new eyes.

To have the courage to be honest with your feelings.
To see your strengths shine through your fears.
To be brave. To speak your truth.

Where else can we freely say what we want to say?

This is simply why I write:

“To say the things I wish to say, but do not always know how to say them out loud!”

Write to give a voice to your fears.
To your challenges. To your dreams. To your soul.

Write to be heard. Beyond the words.
Write to understand. Other’s and yourself.
Write to listen. To your soul speak.

High Five to Simply Write!

©2015 Te’ Werner

Inspired by a message I received about writing piece posted: 4.22.15 “It Takes Courage” 

Be Your Own Warrior

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Speak Your Truth
Honour Your Space
Be Your Own Warrior!

If something doesn’t feel right or is out of alignment with your values.
Or doesn’t resonate with your beliefs. Or hold true for you…

Speak your truth.

Be mindful of your choice of words.
Aware of how you present yourself.
Be clear.

It is your sacred right to be honest with another about how you feel. What you need.

Holding it in. Your anger. Your feelings. Your needs.
It can be harmful. It benefits no one.

I recall what Dr. Phil says about anger being a sign that we need to create or reestablish a boundary.

Feeling powerless.
Playing the victim.
Being passive aggressive.

Does not in any way shape or form honour ourselves or another.

Honour your space.

Boundaries get crossed every day. Spaces gets violated.

If we desire to live in a world of peace. In a space of peace.
We have to be willing to ‘be the warrior’ in our own lives.
It is that simple. Hard to do at times.

You have the power.

Speak from your heart.
People will try and push you.
Use your energy wisely.

Trust your instincts above all.

High Five to being your own Warrior!

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from the upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’ “Crossroads Old Building” Trout Lake, WA

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Free to Be

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The world beckons us…
to go beyond the door
of where we are.

Free to Be.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from the upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’ “Crossroads Old Building” Trout Lake, WA

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Dare To Dream

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Why are we afraid to dream?

To dare to create
a world where we are happy
doing what we love.

Being that which we are…

Strong
Courageous
Daringly brave.

Dare to Dream.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’ Along the River’s Edge; Columbia River, WA

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What is Your Story?

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Everyone,
each soul
has a story
to tell.

In the sharing
of ourselves
we give birth
to our dreams.

Awakening
one’s soul
requires
courage.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from “Soul Stories” From the upcoming book of Soul Poetry: CAPTURED MOMENTS

Photo ©Alan Kowalski: “Celebration; 25 September 2011” Arch Cape, Oregon Coast

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My Mother’s Hands

“Te’ Werner writes a beautiful piece of poetry honoring her mother and cherishing the beauty of her mother’s hands. A simple fact exists. We are all here because of a very special woman, our mother. Without a mother, none of us would have taken our first breath or that wobbly first step. Mothers around the world, we thank you for all that we have become.”  – Women For One

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When had my own hands began to look like my mother’s?

Ever since I fell last autumn and injured my “writing” hand,
I have felt a deep gratitude for my hands. 

The ability to grasp anything in reach…
The realization to let go and create anew. To Triumph!

As I was writing one morning I found myself wondering when my mother’s strong hands had become like my own.

My pen gave way to this poem about my mother’s hands and what they mean to me.
I had the privilege of reading it to her on her birthday this past March.

In honour of my mother and our hands I share this tribute with you.
May you cherish the hands that have strengthened you. – Te’

My Mother’s Hands

Hands that hold our family together.
Hands that express love and beauty.
Hands that make one feel safe.
Hands that stroke brows to ease worry and pain.
Hands that sew, mend and iron clothes.
Hands that knead dough and bake cookies.
Hands that prune roses and plant flowers.
Hands that write words of encouragement and belief.
Hands that gather wood and build fires.
Hands that rub sore muscles and heal.
Hands that create and wrap gifts.

Honest hands. Giving hands.
Scarred hands. Working hands.
Praying hands.

Hands that have held hope and longing.
Hands that have nestled soft babies and grandson’s.
Hands that have wiped tears and caressed cheeks.
Hands that have clutched heartache and loss.
Hands that have flipped burgers, canned and cooked many meals.
Hands that have worked the soil, fed animals and seeded fields.
Hands that have hung IV bags and passed instruments.
Hands that have made beds and pulled up our covers.
Hands that have strewn popcorn and decorated trees.
Hands that have washed, brushed and curled hair.
Hands that have soothed many souls.

Strong hands. Loving hands.
Holding unto dreams and faith.

A blessing to behold the gift of my mother’s hands

©2015 Te’ Werner
Excerpted from “My Mother’s Hands” From the upcoming book of Soul Poetry: CAPTURED MOMENTS

Photo ©Alan Kowalski: Te’ & Her Mother’s Hands: Walla Walla, Washington

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Sacred Mother

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Honour sacredness of being a mother…

You are blessed with what I believe as one of the most important roles on earth.
Being a mother.

Not all of us have this role or desire in this lifetime by choice or circumstance.

What I am speaking of is those children or child placed in your life…

To cherish and love
To nurture and protect
To teach and guide
To honor

Above all to be an example for how you hope they grow up to be.

As a mother you are bestowed with a precious gift.
Especially during challenges.

We as mother’s must remember what our role is…
Always to love.

Smile at your child. Teenager. Young adult.
Radiate love through your eyes.
Laugh with pure delight.

May you honour this sacred role of being a Mother.

©2015 Te’ Werner

Excerpted from upcoming book “High Five to Triumph!”

Photo ©2015 Te’s “Gerbera Daisy’s”

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