What If Sleeping Giants Woke?

Thoughts revisited on Earth Day.

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What if the mountains

Were the faces

Of long ago giants

Turned now, sleeping,

Toward the blue ceiling

Of the sky;

What if the earth

Were their blanket

And the sea waves

Long ago

Rocked them

Gently to sleep;

What if

They did not wake

To see their faces

Changed with the passing

Of time

When little men came

And carved into

And burrowed through

And terraced and furrowed

Their features,

And grew strange plants

Upon them

In strange ways.

What if they cried

In their sleep,

Rivers and waterfalls

That filled the sea

Beside them,

Sometimes moved abruptly

Tossing and turning

As if to shake

The little creatures off.

What if

They awakened?

 

Written by Margaret Mair

Painting, original art by Margaret Mair

 

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Spring Dance

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…Warming with the sun
Breathing with the wind
Flowing with the clouds…
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Dance of the Mask

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I am the brown body
Dancing barefoot
Alone in the night… Continue reading →

Friends

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…rosy dreams
Can come true,
If we can only
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Together

We are each our own person, essentially alone; and yet we grow stronger through our connections with others, through the many ways we and they love and care for each other.

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We Are Islands, Margaret Mair, original art

We are stronger together,
Our dreams entangled,
Our hopes entwined.
We are stronger together,
Guarding our selves
While
Guarding each other.
Today
Sun may bless us
And blue skies cover us
Resting here easy on
A quiet ocean bed.
But there are dark clouds
In the misty distance
And trouble will come;
Let us take this vow
Now,
So that when
Days grow hard
And
The winds of fate howl
Like angry wolves
At the gate
When
The sea grows rough
Mountainous waves tumbling
In cascades of foam
Across each other,
When the sun hides
Behind a grey turmoil
Of clouds,
We will
Protect each other
From the onslaught,
Will hold on to each other
Strong and stronger,
Surviving the storm
Together.

Written by Margaret Mair
Painting, original art by Margaret Mair

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These Curving Hills

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…Ears cocked toward
The teasing sounds of
Approaching mysteries…
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Flowers in the Sunset

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…They bloom into
Small happinesses,
Little treasures… Continue reading →

The White Flag

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…The bright, white flag
Of their surrender
Unravels…
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When Worlds Meet

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…When we pass
Words and thoughts
Commingle… Continue reading →

And a New Year Begins – Again

Soon the sun will rise on the first morning of the year, and we will look forward with hope to what the coming months will bring. And I still wish for this…

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Margaret Mair, Red Sunset, Original Art

The sun has set on the old year. In the dark of night we welcomed the new year, then waited for the sun to rise again on its first day. As the sun has risen, will rise, at the beginning of each day.

And yet we see that night, that midnight, that morning, as special.

Because as we cross into that new day we are beginning a new year. Traditionally it’s a time for looking back, for taking stock of our lives, for looking forward with hope and resolution. For me it’s a time when I wish we could go forward into the year to come like children, eyes wide open, looking around with wonder, going with open heart and open mind into the adventures that await. Because life is full of adventures, whether we wish it to be or not.

But unlike children…

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