FREEDOM

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Blessing and letting go…is freedom.

©2018 Te’ Werner

©2018 Photo
QuoTe’ handwritten soul inspiration

 

 

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MAGICAL JOY

9952970E-4665-4988-AA78-BF09351D1182She lives in the magic of my joy…

As another month marks
the day that my Angel Bailey’s
physical body took its last breath

her spirit lingers longer within me.

As I let my grief wash over me
I am feeling both sorrow and love
That girl she sure knew how to love.

She gave hugs freely. She squealed with such delight when greeting those she adored. 

As I continue to make my way through the process
of grief I am knowing
to share her passing with you
as part of my healing journey.

It is hard when faced with such a loss
to open oneself up
to accept sympathy and well meaning words
of condolences.

Especially from those who think that a dog
is just a pet rather then a member
of your sacred circle
of unconditional love.

Now that I have had time
to see her empty bed space by our front door
to still hear the tinkle of her dog collar as I walk…

I begin to know that her spirit is never very far away.

She gave me the greatest gift of joy that will forever be imprinted on my soul.

High Five to My Angel Bailey!

©2018 Te’ Werner

©2017 Photo
Te’s Angel Bailey along the river’s edge; Cowiltz River, WA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TRIBUTE to ANGEL BAILEY

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She lives on in the magic of my joy…

She left days after my Golden 50th birthday. She left this earth plane after her work was done. She left when her mama knew Her joy as Her own soul. 

As the summer sun faded…
our beloved Angel Bailey
took her last breath..

As tears of grief and shock
streamed down our faces
we stroked her golden fur
one last time.

Blessing
all the joy and love
she had given us.

She is so entrenched in my soul
that as my heart grieves for her physical body
to run and hike and dance with me…

She is within me
now in this magical moment
of joy in honor of my sweet girl.

I AM forever blessed and full of gratitude
that no words can really express this awareness
to continue my journey in the manner of joy as she lived.

High Five to the Triumph of Joy!

©2017 Te’ Werner
Excerpt from RISE & SHINE

©2017 Photo
Te’ and Her son with Angel Bailey along the river’s edge; Cowlitz River, WA

 

 

 

Walk with Empathy

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May we walk with empathy today…

I think we as a society can be too quick to judge.
Often times we think we know better than another.

But do we really?

Have we actually walked in another’s shoes?
Do we carry their hidden scars as our own?

Do we wake up from their nightmares,
in the middle of the night, drenched in their sweat?

Do we grieve silently their tears for a loss
or heartache that we may never have experienced?

Do we really have any right to condemn another
who has walked through the fire of their own life?

Who has been brave enough
to take another breath?

Who are we to say what is right or wrong?

Yet we do each day.
More than we realize.

We judge one another and ourselves harshly.
Eloquently.

We whisper behind closed doors,
in an attempt that they might not hear us.

I don’t know about you,
but I am tired of it.

If you are not here showing up for your life…

Creating your heart out.
Getting up after you fall down.

Stay right where you are.
Breathe into that space that feels hard to reach.

Walk with empathy…in your own shoes!

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2016 Photo Te’ Along the river’s edge; Packwood, WA

Life Shifts

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“When the time to move on finds us…will we be willing or able to accept as ‘life shifts’?”

Life Shifts …

What we once knew
leaves us feeling unsettled.

How do we go from there?
From where we were?
Or from here where we do not yet know?

When every thing that we once knew shifts…

Promises broken.
Vows taken to honor and cherish.
Love.

When the time to move on finds us.
Will we be willing or able…

To simply surrender?
To everything?
To trust?

Life shifting us along.
Until we have settled back into ourselves.
Once again.

High Five to Your Triumph!

©2016 Te’ Werner
Excerpted from High Five to Triumph!

©2016 Photo White Pass, WA

 

 

Somewhere

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Somewhere
a mother grieves the loss of her precious son.
For the words left unspoken.

Somewhere
families grieve for sons they will never hold again.
For the un-lived future these sons will never know.

Somewhere
our community ‘here’ grieves and blesses our sons.
For the love that they will always be to us.

©2016 Te’ Werner
Excerpt from CAPTURED MOMENTS

©2016 Photo Te’ at “Lucy’s Pointe” Along the River’s Edge

Our son lost two of his fellow high school friends this week. One day after the other.

One took his last breath unexpectedly in the hallway during school. The next evening the other took his life deliberately.

Somewhere our grief finds us ‘sharing sorrow’ for…These sons. These friends. These souls.

 

 

 

 

TRUSTING WARRIOR

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I have never been to war to fight for freedom.
But I have crossed onto foreign soil
to take a stand.

I have never walked in your shoes
or experienced what you have.
But I have walked in mine.

I have not seen for my own eyes
the devastation of what you have.
But I have seen pictures that attempt to capture history.

I can tell you this.

You are brave.
You have walked, or been carried and even may still want to die.

You may feel so much grief that it grips you unexpectedly
in moment of great distress.

You may do your best to try and not see the images playing reruns in your mind,
yet they still may only appear more vivid in the darkness of night.

You are alive, breathing.

They taught you. Broke you.

To be strong.
To keep your emotions in check.

Now only to be encouraged to share and feel all that seems so hard to reach.

Why am I alive?
Why not me instead of him or her?

Would I be better off dead,
then here right now feeling half alive?

Seeing helplessness in the mirror.
Reflected back in another eyes.

How could she begin to possibly understand
or write about something that may bring hope or offer insight…
when the furthest she has ever been away from home by herself was 700 miles?

She does know of heart ache and loss.
Of loosing people close to her due to accidents and sickness. Old age.

She has seen the devastation of cancer.
The ravageous of a disease eating away at her papa’s once handsome face.

She has her own hidden emotional scars of feeling inadequate and afraid.
Feeling deep empathy for others that at times she cannot separate from herself.

Yet, she sits here in the bright morning sunlight.
Trusting.

Hearing the distance roar of the neighbors mower’s.
The song of birds outside her window.

How does this bring hope? Offer insight?
Through wielding of her pencil as it etches its way across the page.

Why is she sitting here alone?
With a thought so distant from what she woke up with.

To write with such conviction
on a topic she feels strangely drawn to…

Grief.

The long held sorrow that carries itself within you for a love, a life you will never fully know again.

“Yet I write.”

As if I know first hand the battle scars you carry buried deep inside your soul.
Darkening your spirit of trust.

I see your pictures on facebook in my minds eyes of fishing in Montana.
Connecting with the most nurturing force of nature. Mother Earth.

I applaud your bravery.

To take another breathe.
To take another step, however painful.
To take another chance.

On living.
On yourself.
On life.

High Five to you the Trusting Warrior!

©Te’ Werner

Inspired by a Facebook post, TRUST that I had scrolled upon
http://www.warriorsandquietwaters.org/

This is what I wrote as my hand surged across the page.
Tears of reverence wanting to break free. To trust this moment. 

©2015 Photo Te’ Klickitat Trail, WA

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