BEAUTY

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“…the truth of the matter is that beauty is all around us.” – Te’

I AM a walker. Forever gazing at clouds. My photos capture the beauty of what I see.

Sharing these magical moments makes it real as we get lost in often looking at what distracts us.

Most of my photos to date are simply within walking distance of my home. However I guess I do take a fair amount of photos while on drives.

A question I was asked recently from one of my dear artist friends;

“How do you capture such beauty? Where do you go to see these amazing views? How is it that you find such beauty?”

I go outside.

My response quite simply leaves me humbled.

I attempt to capture beauty that I see. But the truth of the matter is that beauty is all around us.

Being able to see this beauty is the joy. The discovery of daily life. A practice. A mindfulness to be more present. More aware of what is all around us.

Astounding for me to also realize that many of my photos are of vast skyscapes.

It is I who marvel at those who capture a photo of a something close up.

Focusing in on the details of what they see. What others myself included, miss.

Perhaps that is a metaphor for our lives. Finding the balance. The balance of looking out so far into the future that we miss the details that within a given moment that warrant our attention.

I AM learning that we walk hand in hand with nature. Every day. It is in the blessing of what we experience that creates the magic.

See we must be in awe. Childlike wonder.

I simply hold this wonder when I walk. When I drive. When I sit and look out my window. The sun. The birds. They call to us to go and play with them in this magic kingdom called earth.

This my friend is beauty. This is the living from our soul, calling us home to ourselves to enjoy life. To know the beauty within.

It is morning. My coffee has long grown cold. And I AM smiling as I am still in my blue bathrobe. Watching as snow dances on the ground.

Thank you for sharing this amazing journey of triumph with me. Truly.

High Five to the beauty that is all around us!

©2017 Te’ Werner
Excerpted from RISE & SHINE
©2017 Photo
Te’ hiking Horse Heaven Hills, WA
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BLESSING

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Glorious morning walk along the river’s edge…blessing each step and the journey that leads us to where we are going.

Thank you for sharing this writing journey of High Five to Triumph!

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2016 Photo
Te’ autumn morning walk…along the river’s edge

GRATITUDE

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We all have our own course to take…I send you every blessing for your journey.

In this moment may gratitude surround you.

Filling your soul with assurance that everything is being provided for you.
Both physically, spiritually and energetically…

as you create magic in your life with your art.

High Five to Your Triumph!

©2016 Te’ Werner
Excerpt from RISE & SHINE

©2016 Photo
Te’ along the river’s edge; Columbia River, WA

 

MAGICAL JOY

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Surround yourself with love…
as you celebrate magical moments of #purejoy.

Walking seems to clear the way for words to take hold for ones writing…
Even better to be sharing a bit of river magic with dear family visiting on holiday.

High Five to Your Triumph!

©2016 Te’ Werner

©2016 Te’ along the rivers edge with her angel Bailey & her precious Canadian cousins

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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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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