Activities of Lynn Anne Brown

Threads of wisdom
Woven
Into simple conversations
Have you heard
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Five years past
Where I could not see
The spirits of love and kindness
That had always been close to me
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So where does it begin
Each story finds a place
Each story finds a time
Each story finds someone to claim
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A Kindness of Trees
A little over 60 years ago a tree was planted in my name. Placed near the edge of a small clearing in a large,10 acres my mum would say, stand of Oak my grandfather kept alongside his ranches in the town of Kirkfield Ontario. And while I haven't seen that tree in more than 50 years the last time that I did, I could see that it had rooted well and had grown to near my height.
I was a lot shorter then, so maybe it stood four feet. It was strong and lushly leafed though not yet producing mast. It was both my anchor to the world we share as human and my passage way that other world that granted refuge when things got bad.
And things got bad. Greed drove his children, upon his death, to force the sale of lands on which my Grove stands. I no longer has access to my birth tree, my spiritual home, my roots.
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Each day a new story begins and an old one ends.
However we also continue the story that started the day we were born and will continue until our last breath.
Which you may ask is more important.
I say neither
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Art or Artifice
Magic made of moments
Or moments made of magic
Shaped or shaped by
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I worship wisdom
Look for it in every moment
Every exchange
Every share
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Beauty can be the rising of the sun
The smile on a tired face
A song whose words
We don't yet understand
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Beloved ones
Spirits of peace, healing, and mercy
Throughout the world
I call upon your collective wisdom
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Five years past
Where I could not see
The spirits of love and kindness
That had always been close to me
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