Wonderful Words Blogs

Home / Blogs / Wonderful Words Blogs /

An Awakened World

Well, blackberries and blueberries were in season, too – so naturally we never left the house without a basket in hand.

An amazing poem that is so pertinent today –


Imagine a world where land is known simply as Land ~
Not Russia or Africa, Australia or China or America or Antarctica,
Just one glorious graceland of God’s geography.

Imagine a world where people are known simply as People –
Not Indians or Persians, Asians or Americans, Aborigines or Africans,
Just one brilliant bouquet of flowering humanity.

Imagine a world where true religion is known simply as Kindness,
Not only Islam or Buddhism, Hinduism or Judaism, Christianity or Taoism,
Just one great circle of love, honoring all of creation.

Imagine this world often ~
One shifting from overpowering some to empowering all.
A planet evolving from “I love to have,” to “I have to love.”
A world that knows there are no sides
to a globe that is round.

– Diana Loomans

Kindness in all Ways

The Cat Lady of Santa Maria del Mar

“Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness.”  – Seneca


“Always be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.”   – Plato


“Our task must be to free ourselves from our prison by widening our circle of compassion – to embrace all humanity and the whole of nature in its beauty.”   – Albert Einstein

Message from the Hopi Elders

A low cloud bank in the valley, hillsides of autumn colored grapevines, fall is in the air!

Message from the Hopi Elders

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.
And there are things to be considered.
Where are you living?  What are you doing?
What are your relationships? Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?  Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other, and do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
Push off into the middle of the river,
Keep our eyes open and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
Our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.
The time of the world is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

The Power of Love

Sidewalk in Valencia, Spain – Love is everywhere!

“Life’s the school, Love’s the lesson.”

“Oh dear – it is difficult to look back on the joy of those days; but on the other hand,
it is something rare to have in a life such joy, such luck, such love.
I knew my luck, knew it well as a sparrow when it finds a speck of bread all to itself.”
~ The Secret Scripture – Sebastian Barry


“We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive.
He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.”
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.



AwakenFromTheIllusion“The past is a long series of lessons that give us wisdom, not a prison that defines who we are or what we can be. What we envision and believe shapes our future. ”
~ Paulo Coehlo

Friendship on Fire

Love is friendship that has caught fire.
It appears as quiet understanding, trust, sharing and forgiving.

Love remains loyal through good and bad.
It settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weakness.

Love feels content with the present, it hopes for the future;
It doesn’t brood over the past.

If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things
that you lack.
If you don’t have it, no matter what else you have, it never feels enough.
~ Anonymous

Your Feet – Pablo Neruda

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

~ Pablo Neruda


Tus pies

Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara
miro tus pies.
Tus pies de hueso arqueado,
tus pequeños pies duros.
Yo se que te sostienen,
y que tu dulce peso
sobre ellos se levanta.
Tu cintura y tus pechos,
la duplicada púrpura
de tus pezones,
la caja de tus ojos
que recien han volado,
tu ancha boca de fruta,
tu cabellera roja,
pequeña torre mía.
Pero no amo tus pies
sino porque anduvieron
sobre la tierra y sobre
el viento y sobre el agua,
hasta que me encontraron.
~ Pablo Neruda



Each blossom a new beginning,
each thorn a new experience,
all made possible by a winter of quiet –
a restful creative sleep,
that holds the root dormant
until something within them
signals that it’s time to grow…
~ Julia Thiel, 1992

Thought for the Morning

madrid2_dailybreakfast“I wake each morning torn by the desire to save the world, and a desire to savor it. That makes it hard to plan the day.”
~ E.B. White

The Double Life – I wish I were twins!


“Begin doing what you want to do now. We’re not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.”
– Marie B. Ray


The Double Life
How very simple life would be
If there were only two of me,
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.

And that’s just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell.
But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.

It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make, It finds content
With hearth and home – dear prisonment.
With candlelight and well-loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,
With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings,

And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter what…just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all!

One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back.
I’m getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It’s tough to have an idle brain)
But One says “yes,” and One says “no”,
And One Self wants a homebound life
And One Self craves the drifter’s life.

The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.

— Don Blanding

Buy your copy today! Cuba for Mama: A Daughter’s Journey 2016

Like what you see? Subscribe by entering your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner

Pen2Paint Portfolio

Art Prints