Tag Archives: Athey Thompson

I See You

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I had another lucid dream about my kitty, Bandit. She was seated on the sofa, paws tucked up under her body, and she was simply looking at me.

When she was alive, she would often stare at me, right through to my bones, with such intense love in her eyes that I’d have to stop whatever I was doing and bask in the feeling of being so very loved. SIGH. I surely do miss that girl.

And, there
In the mists of my memory
I see you.
And, there
In the mists of my memory
You shall always be.

A little poem written by Athey Thompson

Reach For The Light

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When things are as bad as they appear to be here in the US, and with growing anxiety every day, sometimes all we can do is breathe and reach for the light wherever we can.

Light is the thing we seek
Within the darkest of day,
let it show us the way.

Little words by Athey Thompson
“Reaching for that Star” by Florian Ceglarek

Enchanted Places

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Those Enchanted places
We go to
And, whether they be real
Or whether
They be made up places
That we go to
Only we shall know
Only we shall go

A little poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Marieke Nelissen for Jacquie Lawson via Pinterest

let her be

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Let her be
For her heart is filled with stardust
Her soul is as wild and free
As the wind

A Little Poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Roger Guinee

Autumn Leaves

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And Autumn did say.
“Why the hurry, such a hurry
Why such haste to end the day
Slow down, slow down I say
Look around
For there’s so much beauty,
just waiting to be found.”
Athey Thompson

It’s time to take a few deep breaths, slow down, and discover joy in fallen crimson leaves, joined together by a sudden gust of wind.

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

It seems like eons ago that we had that heatwave I thought would never end, but the temp has cooled down quite a bit.

We still haven’t had any rain, but it’s a comfortable Southern California autumn with cool evenings and pleasantly warm days, not too hot or too cold.

Like Goldilocks found Baby Bear’s bowl of oatmeal in The Three Bears, it’s “just right.”

Let Them Be

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Ever so gently
Just as we
Shall be
Let them all be
Let the ladybirds on a rose bush be
Let the worms deep down in the earth be
Let all the little creatures come to me
Let all the elementals come to see
Ever so knowingly
Just as we
Shall be
Let them all be

A little poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite and Elaine Bayley

Don’t Ever Forget

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And, when we grow up
We must not forget
That hidden down deep
Within us
Is our forever inner child
Resting, silently
Forever waiting
Forever hoping
That one day
We shall, remember it

A Poem Written by Athey Thompson
Art curated from Pinterest

Light After Dark

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There in the wild darkness
Is the silence
And, after the silence
Comes the light

A New Dawn, a little poem by Athey Thompson
Artist:Elisabeth Ladwig

Little Monday Thoughts

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Some of the times
There are no words, 
so let us just sit here in the silence. 
Together in the silence we shall be.

Little thoughts by Athey Thompson
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

Do You Wonder, Too?

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I wonder
What would we do
If upon the flicker of a light
Our dreams did come true

A Little Poem by Athey Thompson / Art curated from Pinterest