Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 7

The Magic of Found Objects

The Magic of Found ObjectsA walk on the beach Toes curled in sandUncovers an ancient sea urchinTurned sand-dollar.Now resting in peace.Star studded The shell of life Emerged from wavesTossed us beautyGave and recededTales of another worldOurs to holdOurs to admireSpellbound Contact Abbe, she’d love to hear from you http://www.abberolnick.com. Stay tuned for more information on […]

Heralds of Spring

Heralds of SpringWhen white petals of snow drops emergeTo songs of robins, croaksof frogs, and daffodils waving to primroses,My mood lifts with longer days, more sun, and the advent of spring. A promise of eternal hope. http://www.abberolnick.com Abbe would love to hear your thoughts. Stay tuned for more information on her new book The Underpainting.

What Makes You Shine?

What Makes You Shine? Like the curve of a polished red apple Or the twinkle of a baby’s eyes in discovery. Is it the finesse of added sparkles, Or the inner light caused by reflection? When the music sways and your hips follow A smile bows in anticipation. A sheen of delight Twirls and the […]

The Divide in Communications

The Divide I look at the chasm in our communications. The disparate views of our world, Where each of us holds onto a truth. What is real to one, Becomes a lie to another. Until we see the perspective of others, The beginning and end point The many certainties crumble with partial information. Truths are […]

Abbe’s Ruminations October 2024–Against All Odds, The Heart of Reconciliation

As the world continues with its uncompromising wars in Ukraine/Russia, Israel/Palestine, Sudan, and more,  I’ve realized embedded in my recent travels to Bolivia and Columbia that:  Time doesn’t heal but allows the heart to open wider and reveal the secrets hidden within assumptions. Every war has its reasons, most fall apart along the way. Sides […]

I Don’t Speak Your Language

I Don’t Speak Your Language In a time long ago when we Had no words Pictures and Actions Forced us to listen. Now we are deaf to Other tongues Unless we open our ears To hear. The language we speak Shapes our world. The more languages we understand The more flexible and creative become. Abbe […]

A Gift From Warm Hands

Warm Hands A gift isn’t a gift If given with strings attached Or expectations. A true gift is given with your heart And warm hands that let loose With gratitude and grace. Abbe would love to hear your thoughts, connect athttp://www.abberolnick.com

Fairy Dust

Fairy Dust Your genes are borrowed Star Dust Formed into being A fairy shines them on them earth And returns them to the skies. Abbe would love to hear your thoughts, contact her at http://www.abberolnick.com

Destined to Repeat

Destined to Repeat Worn shoes follow the Same path. Edges smoothed; grooves shorn of wear. Until each miss taken step is repaired. Success eludes, joined by a cover of despair. Acknowledge the errors in the way, And change the gait. Share your thoughts with Abbe at http://www.abberolnick.com

Desire: the birds and the bees and the language of love.

Abbe’s Ruminations  September 2024  Desire- the birds and the bees and the language of love. On my daily walks through the residential areas in Burien, I meet fellow walkers with their dogs, ones who need to get their 10,000 steps in, or the owners of the homes.  We chit-chat about their gardens, local events, family, […]