Freedom in Forgiveness

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“There is freedom in forgiveness.”

…but in my growing up years
I AM learning that in forgiveness

there is freedom.
There is more room and space for love.

High Five to Your Triumph!

©2017 Te’ Werner
Excerpted from Her Journal

©2017 Photo
Te’s handwritten journal; morning writing

 

 

INNER STRENGTH

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We get these internal nudges all the time.
Asking us to stop and pay attention…

to what is before us
to what is within us.

Our intuition.
Our God voice.
Our knowing.

The more we heed it
the more we pay attention
the more we listen

the more we understand
the more our self confidence grows
the more we are able to be open to…

the direction our life takes us.
The stronger our inner strength is.
This is the celebration of your triumph!

High Five to You!

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2016 Photo
Te’ at dusk; Mt Rainer, WA

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THEIR FUTURE

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“The space had opened as another door of the not too distant past closed… ushering in their future.”

Every person wonders
even laments

that they have let the years slip by
until the only thing that is pulling them

is the beckoning
of the future.

To step boldly
unknowingly

with uncertainty
into the mystery

of vast possibilities
of the unknown.

To be open
to forge a new path

where they had never gone before…
their future.

High Five to Your Triumph!

©2016 Te’ Werner
Excerpt from Rise & Shine

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

A Tribute to my son who just graduated from high school!

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Even So

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I don’t want to be fixed
because you think I’m broken

even if I am.

I don’t want to be ignored
because you think it may make everything go away

even if it won’t.

I don’t want to be any other way
because you think it is how I am supposed to be

even if I may.

I simply want to be free to be me
because I think I know what’s best for me

even if you don’t.

As I acknowledge with gratitude
celebrating and loving who I AM

even so.

High Five to You!

©Te’ Werner
Excerpt Rise & Shine

©2016 Photo Te’ Along the River’s Edge

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A Mother’s Reflection

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I may have never held you in my arms as an infant,
welcoming you into the world through sweat and tears.

But I have held you in my heart like a precious being.
A whisper of love.

I may have not been there to celebrate your first words,
your first steps or your first birthday.

But I have held you in my heart as we celebrated together.

I may not have been there for many
of your very early years…

I can honestly say this now as a mother.
I have loved you since I first held you in my arms.

When I first welcomed you into my world as you welcomed me.
I have loved you for the first of our life together and always.

Thank you for the firsts you have shared with me,
both your sorrows and your triumphs.

I love you very dearly and am blessed too by your love.
As your ‘bonus’ mama.

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2005 Photo my two ‘bonus’ sons “Grinning in the Rain!”

I wrote this poem for my two bonus son’s who daily teach me to love…especially the things in life we don’t always understand or want too.

This poem is also written for those of us who have had the honour of being a mom without the stretch marks to prove it! 

Enjoy celebrating the wonder of being a mother! – Te’

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My Mother’s Hands

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May you cherish the hands that have strengthened you. – Te’

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 mothers hands and what they mean to me.
In honour of my mama and our hands…I share this tribute with you.

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

©2016 Te’ Werner

©Photo Te’ & Her Mother’s Hands

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