Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Wringing in the new

I work with me
and hope to change
the things that sadly linger.

But what I see
as changing fast
did not escape the wringer!

And oh the joy
I find inside
which makes me quite the singer.

For I have peace
with life as such
that everyone has their wringer.


  1. Yes, Dixie, you are an exquisite singer of joy, your song uplifting to many.

    I can't count the days I've felt like I've been wrung through life's wringer - and hung out to dry!:)

    You're a splendid poet, full of humor, wit, and charm, Dixie.

    Blessings, my friend,

  2. Oh, M, gee... this was fun. I need days to let loose.

    Hope your 'wrung out' days are few. You're very kind!

    Happiness to you,


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