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 I was named Gayle Lindsay Slaten at birth—my mother said she gave me a writer's name.  Prophecy or not, I have been writing since I could hold a pen.  Poetry flows with my nature, helping me to discover myself through hard times and a good friend to me as I traverse this earthly path.  From There to Here encompasses the balance between dark times and light, earlier musings and lessons learned along the way.  I share my writing to help others know that life can change in a moment, just by making a choice and taking that one step.  My book of poetry and prose, GLASS OF ME, will be out shortly.  

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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL FROM GAYLE SLATEN!

    
      This month, I turn to thoughts of family, Thanksgiving and gratitude.  I wish all the readers a beautiful beginning to the holiday season.


Beads

 

Beads of sweat

Danced on her brow

As she labored

In the kitchen

Smile crossed her lips

As she remembered

Days gone by

When she was young

And she'd watch her Mom

Cooking for Thanksgiving

Beads of sweat

Dancing on her brow


 

Gratitude for My Three Sons

 

My three sons

Anchor me to this Life

Each his own man

Each a teacher for me

 

My oldest son

Helped me through the bumps

Of young motherhood

Connecting me with my emotions

Guiding me to temper my reactions

Reminding me of my own childhood pain

Requiring me to look outside of myself

To care for another

 

My middle son

Brought me back to reason

Analyzing how I saw this world

Learning to teach another through logic

Guiding me to think clearly

Reminding me of my own teenage angst

Requiring me to sit with questions

Before responding

 

My youngest son

Triggered memories from before this Lifetime

bringing me back to my Higher Self

Teaching me to be a mirror for his growth

Guiding me to stay present

Reminding me how often I fell asleep to life

Requiring me to stretch and grow

And find joy in each moment



Gratitude

 

Profound
Oneness
Resonating empathic waves
Of energy
Becoming all things
Viewing from each
A puzzle piece
Of Wisdom
From the
Fractal Universe
A glimpse
Into embodiment
Through the senses
Experiencing
Life
Apart from the whole
Alone
Then rediscovering
Again and again
Profound
Oneness

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