Category: Annie’s World

Always remember the moments that brought you to tears…
The universe was present in each of these moments…
Speaking of the many roads you have traveled…
Reminding you how those roads were the holiest.

Now slow down and remember the places…
Slow it down even more…
Come closer…
Notice, where your tears have fallen is now holy ground.

Look at where your tears have brought you…
To the other side of darkness…
Can you see it now…
Your tears were like a kiss from the wind.

Sometimes you hardly have to flap your wings…
Sometimes it is a flurry…
Journeys, discoveries, change…
All just a strange outline that sometimes ends in heartbreak.

Never be afraid to cry…
There are always hands that will caress you…
To carry you to the other side of darkness…
This is how you have become the beautiful person you are.

I love you,

Annie

Your life plays a major part of the history of this world…
Written on all your dings, dents, and scrapes…
On all the really sticky stuff…
In your journal describing each time you have met an angel…

Think of your life as an eternal adventure…
Going on for years and years…
Ancient and powerful…
Pushed along by a very insistent wind.

Turning into a poem…
Like waves of a summer field…
Born of fire carved of ice…
Pure water filtered by the rocks of tribulation.

Producing magic…
Gathering strength…
But you must lose your secrets to gain your magic wand…
And then, use your magic only for love.

You say, “I am insignificant, how can I be important to the history of this world?”
What can I do?
You can listen to each moment of silence before you break it…
It is here where you will find how important you really are.

I love you,

Annie

All creativity points to God…
It is where the fire is a little cooler…
Where the rocks are a little less jagged…
Where I can find the hidden keys to all magic.

Creativity is far more satisfying than my worries…
It loves everything and everyone…
Allows me to lose track of the hours…
Melts me into infinite explosions of beauty.

Without creativity there would be no story…
So thankful to the One who first put brush to canvas…
Offering me random patches of clarity…
Unfolding my day like on a movie screen.

I consider myself a somewhat of a troubadour…
My poems chattering through the quiet moments…
Collecting thoughts, sayings, pieces of clutter…
Until they all fit together.

I try to be more respectful than critical…
Loving rather than judging…
I try not to complain and keep my eyes on the beautiful…
Because, who knows, Creativity may be listening.

I love you,

Annie

There is dust on this world…
Through sunlight and shade…
A mist of imperfection…
Settling on you and me.

Yet, it has no grip…
Its tracks have no meaning…
Its secrets have no power…
There is no adventure in any of it.

All this stuff I have seen and know…
I have spoken to the hand who has written it all…
She lives between my breaths…
Telling me that everything I do is sacred.

Her soul is my soul…
My prayers need no words or demands…
We move together on a current of love…
With increasing feeling.

Today is a good day to be alive…
It is all about imagination…
So what if I get a little dusty from this world…
With a quick shake of the tail, I am clean as a freshly licked pup.

I love you,

Annie

Shit happens!
Anytime, anywhere…
When you least expect it…
Sometimes in front of everyone.

I think of trouble a little differently…
I play let it flow by like a river to the sea…
I bow to the audience…
Knowing that I may have created my best story yet.

Let us imagine trouble like a badger…
Just sitting there chewing on some tasty nib…
For me, I can sense the worry in it’s face…
Because I’m ready for take-off!

So, the things within your power are just like that badger…
They tremble at your ferocity…
But you may see them as some tricky kind of ghost…
And hide under your bed.

It’s crazy how scary things become if you just keep staring at them…
Yet those thoughts are neither good nor useful…
Yep, when you worry, you are mostly wrong…
And let that badger run free in the field.

I love you,

Annie

I play by different rules…
I growl at people I like…
Can smell fear, smell love…
Understand that all things make sense….eventually.

I know that love is never static…
That it transforms and improves everything it touches…
Fills my world with romance…
And tells me that the world only gets better when I get better.

For me, time passes differently…
It is like riding an arc full of color…
When I leap into its embrace…
I sail through the years.

For me, its never too late…
Never too early…
Never all red and confusing…
Never cold and dark.


I like small tables for easy conversation…
Talking about each other’s passions and wars…
You know, playing by different rules…
Adding just another dab of texture to my already miraculous life.

I love you,

Annie

Sometimes the sun comes up too soon…
Moving me from black and white into color…
Warm with glowing embers…
Close to the ground (like me) but getting taller by the minute.

Today, I’m not ready for the sun to come up…
To be on the receiving end of beauty…
I’m going over my long list of bad behavior…
Admiring my survival.

Sorry sun, I’m too busy studying my limitations…
My mind is like a storm at sea…
Racing through innumerable subjects…
My thoughts like a bickering bear.

Now the sun is dripping its pearls and diamonds…
Beckoning for my soul to awake…
To feel its reflection on my mountain of golden fur…
Screaming…
Wake up pup! I’ve turned on the lights just for you!

Some days I feel I need to reintroduce myself to the sun…
To think again how marvelous life really is
Stretch my paws to the sun…
And say “Hello, my name is Annie.”

I love you,

Annie

I am just a thread in the tapestry…
Filled with music and strange guttural noises…
Limitless possibilities…
My frayed edges being the coastlines of the sea.

Inside me is everything created in the universe…
The landscape of many galaxies…
I imagine it all as the image of life…
All present and visible in my heart.

I don’t believe in ritual…
I trust in music and beauty to show me the way…
Seeking meaning in everything I do…
And always searching for that mysterious scent (it could be a badger!)

I believe with love I can do anything in creation…
Breathe in the entire world…
I will never live on a crumbling castle…
There is something sad about those who do.

I come from no place at all…
Just a thread in the tapestry…
You are here also, connected to me…
That is why we can so freely share our hopes and dreams.

I love you,

Annie

Is someone hiding behind the beautiful?
Or is there only beauty itself?
If there is a He or a She who is hiding there…
I think they love pizzaz!

Come, stay in Her footsteps…
Don’t be afraid, creation senses your fear…
Don’t be surprised if She takes a peculiar turn…
Don’t worry that your book has only blank pages.

Ahead there is so much dazzle and flash…
Flowing freely wild…
Quite beyond thinkable…
Speaking in barely more than a whisper.

Soon you will see that You are a green field…
A basket full of flowers…
All of heaven and all of earth…
Creation has many names and one of them is You.

I think there is someone hiding behind the beautiful…
Waiting with the brightest of smiles…
It is time to thank the beautiful…
And the beautiful is you.

I love you,

Annie

How do I become one with the wind?
With it’s strangely changing voices…
All dressed in the brilliance of the spectrum…
Less form and more colors.

Lost to weather and waves…
The looming cliffs behind it…
Never slowing its motion…
Electrifying.

But how do I become one with the wind?
Hop onto a cloud that is always moving?
Join an invisible symphony with no first note or last…
Climb onto an insurmountable wave with no beginning or end.

I think I figured it out!

First, I must realize that there is no such thing as perfection…
And accept that life is only a series of unpredictable moments…
That everyone’s heart is just one shape…
And let my failures and disappointments remain buried in the ground.

Maybe you would like to join me…
We could zip through lands of light and darkness…
See all the wonders of the world…
Be beautiful, powerful and life giving…
Become one with the wind.

I love you,

Annie