Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

  • Heart Journeys

    Heart Journeys

    Heart Journeys Open to life as a child would in joy and curiosity, each moment, a birth. Make life a quest, not a test. © 2108 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog Digital Image “Heart Journeys” ©Martha Harris@artisticflarings.com

  • Pain, The Poet

    Pain, The Poet

    I’ve been releasing a lot of old pain lately, so suddenly today I wondered what I would write about! Poetry is so healing. Is pain the poet? Out of Darkness, Light emerges.

  • No Escape

    No Escape

    To honor and to let go of pain.

  • Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I

    Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I

    Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I   Let me introduce myself This poem is about me Inspired by my sister’s art She created from a photo of me. She calls it “Entwined Spirit”   I am an entwined spirit A composite of hues Swirled to create a kaleidoscope of soul…

  • Duality

    Duality

    Duality Caterpillar  Seeking the boundary  To cross over to new self Grief ensues in changes  In between two selves As one face is shorn For the other and Old ways expire but   Death is an illusion as  One self is torn away and Transfigured into a new mystery Incarnation…

  • Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

    Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

    This is an older poem explaining the origin of the name of my blog. I found this name with one of those fun apps that came across my Facebook page. Though the method to discover this name was mundane, the name speaks volumes. Source is all. I decided to keep the…

  • Healing

    Healing

    The Light is coming in to heal the curse of Ego. As we stand aside, we feel the mighty force of Cosmic Light. It feels like we are losing our minds or that our faces are being shorn off. This is a painful, visceral upheaval. We feel turned inside out…

  • Joy

    Joy

    Seek BLISS! ©Image and quote Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.com

  • This, a River

    This, a River

    This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands  Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light Shimmering reflections I draw in birds to feed I am poetry for travelers  On barges I hold…

  • Uphill on Walnuts with a Weak Leg

    Uphill on Walnuts with a Weak Leg

    Walking the Bagua circle, I move like a snake  Slithering on patchy grass Or a path etched by other warriors On dry soil, as they are Space holders and guardians Of the world in this vortex, This circle of yin and yang. But uphill On walnuts With a weak leg, …