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January 15, 2017 by still a dreamer

At the end of my street is the river … the moody, enchanting, ever-changing Delaware. Sometimes she is soft and shy and all wintery gauze. Though I haven’t in a while, I can go over the broken tracks, down an incline, across a small plateau where someone builds fires, and touch her. Yes, I see this river as female, though I cannot tell you why. Sometimes I take her presence for granted, yet I never forget she is there.

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Lately I’ve been thinking. Oh, about so many things. The words of others drift through my head. These are the words I want to share with you today. I may have done so before; if I have, they are no less true.

“You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.”

~ Rumi

Posted in Authors, Creativity, Inspiration, Nature, Reflections, Spiritual | Tagged Delaware River, inspiration, poetry, potential, river, Rumi, Wings | 11 Comments

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on January 15, 2017 at 11:45 pm Cynthia Reyes

How lovely, Jeanne. Calming, and uplifting too.

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- on January 16, 2017 at 8:22 am still a dreamer
  
  Glad you like it.We all need our wings dusted off from time to time, lest we forget. 🙂
  
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  - on January 16, 2017 at 8:38 am Cynthia Reyes
    
    Yes indeed.
    
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on January 18, 2017 at 1:45 pm lisakunk

Always good to have an inspiring read. Thanks for providing one today.

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- on January 19, 2017 at 9:44 am still a dreamer
  
  My pleasure, Lisa!
  
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on January 22, 2017 at 5:34 pm Andrea Stephenson

Lovely words Jeanne and I love your description of the river.

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- on January 23, 2017 at 2:46 pm still a dreamer
  
  Thanks so much. I really do love having a river nearby … and this river, in particular.
  
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on January 22, 2017 at 10:32 pm Lavinia Ross

Beautiful, inspiring prose, Jeanne! I love the photo of the river in mist. Moving water has a way of speaking to our hearts and minds.

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- on January 23, 2017 at 2:49 pm still a dreamer
  
  Thank you, Lavinia. You’re so right about moving water. I would love living near the ocean, too, but I doubt there’s a stretch of it here in New Jersey that isn’t open to beach-goers a good part of the year. (I’d want my own little section 🙂
  
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on March 27, 2017 at 12:52 pm Inga

It’s about time I visited and got caught up at your wonderful blog from my outdoorsy homey blog. This post is so beautiful. Hugs from Gina~Inga 🙂

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- on March 27, 2017 at 5:03 pm still a dreamer
  
  Hi Inga, And welcome! Thanks so much for stopping by and your lovely comments. I will surely be by to visit you very soon and look forward to it! Warmest wishes, Jeanne
  
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