Elevate your Imagination

My heart nearly bursts with joy

The moment the sparkling blue water

touches my eyes

Images of dancing Sun Fairies long

ago come to mind

Over the years I have found joy in

small moments of beauty

It’s my survival and my way of

hanging on to life itself

My life has been hard

It’s been dictated by other people

with warped ideas of living

Sitting in a room locked away from

life is not even existence

Love of beautiful things helped me to

stay alive

The sight of a dancing garden bed

with colourful flowers and green

leaves,

gives my heart some hope and

serenity

The clouds today are white and puffy

Against the bright blue sky they give

me a sense of power and expansion.

My life is better than it has been

but I still need the beautiful things to

keep me sane and grounded

Loving beauty

Loving living

Loving loving

Plenty of reasons to live now

I’m getting more life than I ever knew

was possible

Hilltop views are like my vision for life

Long, wide views of beautiful greens

and yellows, reds and oranges

The eye can see no further but the view

goes on forever

It’s life in images

Expanded, endless, in longings for

more

I find grace and peace in the views I

see before me

The hills and valleys, trees and grass,

Blue sky, white clouds

And colourful me.

I hear the birds sing.

They warble and they bellow.

Their tune dances

through my window.

I am so inspired

by the noise they make.

The squawk of the crow.

The cackle of the kookaburra.

The screech of the miner bird.

I hang on their every word.

In my dreams I am singing

just like them

I am a voice in their choir.

I sing their soft chorus.

I sit in the trees

and fill my chest with song.

This is where I’ll be

and always belong.

You might hear me

out your window.

This is my birdsong

She was and is my favourite sister.

It is so easy to imagine her with butterfly wings

because she flew into our lives for such a short time

but she filled our hearts

with such beauty and wonder.

Jacky sprinkled our souls with pixie dust

so we could all find our voices to fly.

Her pixie dust kept us together

and continues to keep us together even now.

She was and is the best sister

we could have ever asked for.

And we didn’t even ask for her. She just appeared

like a butterfly on a breeze one day.

She fluttered our way and filled us with sunlight.

I will always cherish my little fairy sister,

whose wings were spangled rainbow and gold.

I will live my life in honour to her.

I will soar above the rooftops with her dust.