What positive emotion do you feel most often?
Gratitude dances, gentle and free,
a golden thread through all I see.
It sings in silence, bright and clear,
a timeless hymn I hold so near.
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Freedom Through Life’s Seasons
Freedom is not a single moment.
It is a living, breathing companion, changing shape as we do,
Walking beside us through each season of life.
🌱 In Youth
It’s wings that learn to fly,
rising into the vast blue unknown,
testing the sky,
tasting the wind,
believing every horizon is theirs to claim.
❤️ In Love
It’s hands that hold without binding,
offering warmth without chains,
knowing that love grows best, when the soul can still breathe its own air.
🔥 In Struggle
It’s the fire that refuses to fade,
the courage that burns brighter
when shadows press in close,
a steady flame whispering, “You will rise.”
🌊 In Wisdom
It’s the quiet shore where the heart rests,
the storms behind,
the sun setting in gold,
and the soul knowing,
it was always free
🪖 In the Army,
Freedom wears a soldier’s guise,
guarding our dreams where danger lies.
This Independence Day,
let us honor freedom in all its forms, the kind that shapes the nation, and the kind that shapes the soul.
JAI HIND
Seeds of Tomorrow
How do you plan your goals?
I plant my aims like seeds in spring,
Give them the sun that small hopes bring.
Step by step, I let them grow,
Patience the path, and time the flow.
The True Supplies
Create an emergency preparedness plan.
Pack love, some laughter, a calm state of mind,
For storms may pass, but these you’ll find
Are what outlast the winds and rain,
The true supplies when life’s insane.
The Tax on “I”
What is a word you feel that too many people use?
If “I” were taxed, some folks I know,
Would owe the world a heap they owe.
Perhaps less “I” and more “we,” “you,” or “they,”
Might make our talks a brighter play.
Journey Over Destination
Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.
Simi
From Arca’s lens
The Heartsmiths
What profession do you admire most and why?
They heal with hands and speak with eyes,
Their work a bridge ‘neath endless skies.
They make the old feel young once more,
And every soul belong at its core.
A Spark to Keep
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Carry a spark no wind can dim,
A song of hope, a steadfast hymn.
Through every road, both rough and true,
Let it remind the world of you.
When the Day Let’s Go
The sun bows low in skies of gold,
Where silence speaks, and light unfolds.
An evening paused in a gentle frame,
Framed in stillness as night lays its claim.
Yet in each ending, something starts
A quiet glow that stirs our hearts.
Simi
Through the lens of Arca
A New Carpet in the Library
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
The paper said the library changed its floor,
Soft beige now lines where silence pours.
No launch, no fanfare, no breaking tweet,
Just threads beneath a thousand feet.
And isn’t life a little like that too?
New ground, old dreams, a quieter view.
Not every day must thunder or shine,
Sometimes change just walks in… soft-spined.
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