Do or Die
I am not brave, not big and strong, and change gives me the creeps,
But when the moment comes along, my crawling turns to leaps,
Because my innate sense of time and self and hope, my drive,
My dreams and aspirations, climb and make me feel alive–
So much so that I can’t keep still, must jump right up, arise,
And spring to action, and I will push onward to the skies,
For all that lies ahead is unknown, hid, but what may be
Is great and magical and fun, is grand and wild and free–
If I don’t take that daring chance and forge ahead at speed,
How will I, short of happenstance, find anything I need,
Or grow, improve, achieve, emerge? How can my sorrows sleep?
I know I’d best just fight the urge to crawl, and rather, leap!
Art-Colored Glasses 
WOW! This is amazing…. Thank you, love, nia
We had so many grasshoppers this summer, I totally relate to that first image.
Another WOW! Inspiration and motivation just pours from your words and your photos are fabulous! Love it! xo
So neat Kathryn, I love the pairing of your words with those awesome photographs xo
Just marvelous – so glad I wandered over to your magnificently creative world, Kathryn! XO
You can’t be any happier than I am at our having met! I think we’re secretly sisters, you know. 🙂
xoxo
I am thrilled by that, Kathryn – as I don’t have any blood-sisters (in this life anyway) – but secret and soul sisters we are! (Perhaps, not so secret now …) 🙂 XO
Something so delightful as finding soul companions should never remain secret! Lucky us!
xoxo