Celebration in the Middle

Celebration in the MiddleThis week is one of the most amazing! A time to celebrate being thankful! Make this Thanksgiving a special story of your time by celebrating with those you love. Cherish every second and every moment you can share. And remember every day of the year is really Thanksgiving-because we are allowed to love others and ourselves!

Celebration in the Middle

Old stories of love told over tea.

Young faces of the heart

Smile across the plane.

Older faces of the body

Grin with pride.

 

The youngest ones

Insecure with their plans,

Yet feeling so safe with these spirits.

The old ones gathering

For the celebration with the young ones.

 

Hugs and friends with good food

Represent not just having a meal together,

But love for each heart seated and each heart serving.

The spirit of the room warms the soul.

The conversations open the heart.

 

With the busy life

They each work through complications to get there.

And when there they never want the evening to end,

Because they cherish each second, each laugh,

Each story, each thought, and each touch.

 

The older ones never dreamed they would be there,

And the younger ones wondered why they were going.

Both upon arriving

Knew exactly why they were to be in this place at this time.

It was not fate but destiny.

 

The food is rich like the conversation.

The dessert is shared as a family would share cherished stories.

Celebration is rich, shared, and decadent.

The drinks are sipped

Hoping to spread the time for an eternity.

 

The evening goes on forever in the souls’ of the family.

Although they will never return to that time,

They will not need to-

Because this celebration becomes the stories of their time.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

I am very thankful for you! I know you care about others and what you mean to them, because you care about reading writings of inspiration, love, and hope. I wish all of God’s blessings upon you and those you love. Happy Thanksgiving this week and everyday!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

Journey

 

 

 

The Lantern

The LanternAs I watch our lantern, one of the last yellow maple trees, lose its leaves this week, I have to reflect on the brightness of its body and the eternal joy it provides me as this season comes to a close. The visual in my mind is etched there to bring peace all year. The tree reminds me so much of the joy I have experienced through the eternal flame of God from others in our lives. I have been given the opportunity the last few weeks to begin cleaning out my Mom and Dad’s home since the death of my Mother. I am so reminded how my Mother’s eternal flame is like the tree. I will always have the warm eternal love of my Mother with me, just like I will always have God’s everlasting love through the visual of the golden lantern. Remember the special lantern in your life today and give thanks you have been given this eternal flame!

The Lantern

The glow stands out as the dark gives way to the sun.

The flickering is very quick, but fluid.

 

As the flame dims—

The deep grey of the lantern’s body appears.

Year after year and season after season,

The lantern remains.

 

God nourishes and keeps the lantern glowing deep inside.

The light of the lantern provides my soul with faith.

 

I know God is everlasting

Because I know the lantern will continue to glow another season.

I know I will grow another season.

We will all continue to search for the lantern of eternal life.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

I so appreciate you choosing to read with me today. I wish for you to find the most bright and loving eternal lantern in life! Search for the beautiful flame you have this week and etch those pictures in your mind to enjoy God’s blessings forever!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

Blessings

Colors Come Home

Colors Come HomeThe phrase “home sweet home” seems so much more relevant this time of year. All of the colors in nature come to us in such an amazing palette! The palette makes us yearn for a place of comfort-our “home sweet home”. Find your place of comfort this week, and let that place make your colors explode! It may be a home, an apartment, your favorite coffee shop, a chair with a comfy, your bed with a big comforter, or even your rocking chair on the porch. Wherever your “home sweet home” is located, nature’s colors will help your colors know you are home!

 

Colors Come Home

The orange emerges as the brightest sunset.

The red glowing like the embers of a fire’s sparks.

The yellow shines forth like a star in the sky.

All set against the deep browns of the earth.

 

It is a time we want everything to stop

And not go forward, nor go backwards.

The air changes not only in its direction,

But also in its feel.

 

It is a time we all become vibrant.

We prepare for the cold.

We prepare for the hiding.

We prepare to be home.

 

The color and geometrical designs lead us home.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

You will discover your vibrant colors and your unusual shapes when you find your “home sweet home”, and you are the only one that can determine that special palette and place! Thank you so much for reading with me this week. I am so blessed to have you as company in my “home sweet home”!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

Blessings

Cocooning

 

CocooningYou feel in your soul-that satisfied feeling! It is as if we are given permission to go into resting. God signals us to slow the pace, stop and listen, and to feel the comfort. Don’t let the week speed by without “cocooning” this week—it’s not just for butterflies! It’s provided for a reason.

Cocooning

You glance out into the beauty.

The trees have thinned.

The breeze has changed direction.

The clouds hang close to the Earth.

 

You just know it is cool and brisk.

You know the air has changed.

But you don’t care!

Cocooning can begin!

 

Pillows are re-fluffed.

Soft comfies are gathered over the sheets and blankets.

Breaths are deep and soothing.

The first frost crystals cover the grass.

 

Arms have reached to the ceiling,

Feeling a nice stretch.

Legs have stretched past the end of the bed.

Then all slowly, but steadily

The body re-circles like music notes on the paper.

 

The covers tuck under the chin.

The head buries slowly and softly into the pillows.

The dreams, hopes, and joys gather under the closed eyes.

God’s voice gives peace and comfort.

 

Let the cocooning begin!

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

I hope you make time this week to monitor the pace at which you are moving. Let God and His marvelous earth give you a reason to rest. Thank you so much for reading this week. I am so grateful for you sharing your time with me.

Love,

Rennae

 

Blessings

 

The Hallowed Picture

The Hallowed Picture

Have you ever been in a time and place that you knew was just a holy place? This was one of those places for me—my Mama Hick’s home. Especially during the fall and at Halloween, when the colors of the leaves were so vibrant, the smells were so wonderful, and the family places were so warm and comfortable! Fall and Halloween have always been such a special time with my family. A special time that God provided to cuddle around bond fires, to help each other dress up in fun costumes, and to decorate with some of the most amazing colors that are seen all year! Don’t miss out on God’s opportunity for you to paint a hallowed picture this week with your loved ones. Carve a pumpkin, roast a marshmallow, dress up in silly costumes, and most importantly do it with those you love!

The Hallowed Picture

She steps off the bus

And the leaves on the gravel appear as jewels in the stones.

As she makes her way to the back porch,

The cooler air has moved into the trees.

 

She is welcomed with arms that hold her warmly in the nippy atmosphere.

Cookies and warm chocolate wait for her at the end of the big table.

The glow of the lights provide lights that warm.

She pulls the brightly orange colored paper and crayons out of the leather satchel.

 

As she gazes out the kitchen window at the colorful display,

She also sees the silhouette of a woman with strong lines and soft hands stirring the simmering pots.

Her attention is drawn to the blank sheet of color.

The poem is transferred onto the vivid orange.

 

Her mind fills with fun, anticipation, and excitement!

She adds the fence and then the pumpkins appear on the fence—

All wearing different smiles and fiery eyes!

The moon appears in the sky

And the cat’s perch symbolizes the strength of the night.

 

As she sits back,

Smells the cookies and warms from the hot chocolate,

She knows this is not just all hallows night—

This is a hallowed life!

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

I am so happy that you could read with me this fall and Halloween week! I hope you and those you love have a safe and fun week to celebrate another one of God’s amazing experiences in this life. Also pass a little bit of that “spiritual glow” into the lives of others!

Love,

Rennae

 

Blessings

 

 

 

 

The Bone Pickers

Bone PickersI wish light and love were the two things we could always see in people, but unfortunately this is just not the case. Some people allow darkness to consume them and in turn try to punish and torture others. When I wrote this particular piece, I was experiencing such individuals. I hope you do not have to experience such individuals, but if you do, just remember we do need to cry for these people. When we cry for them this also means we pray for them and love them. Have mercy on these dark souls that they may experience the love of others and of themselves.

The Bone Pickers

You have met them.

You know them.

Bone by bone.

Flesh by flesh.

They pick you apart.

They pick, pick, pick.

 

Carnivorous animals just get it over with.

They come in, ravage, and it is done.

But the bone pickers take their time.

They rip each piece of flesh from the bone.

They scratch away at the soul.

 

Sometimes we wonder if they know what they are doing.

One tries to see their innocence.

But with each gnaw and claw,

Their true nature comes through.

 

They dig into your spirit with their sharp teeth.

They pull muscle and tendon apart,

Until human parts fall from the bones.

Then your bones hit and rub against each other.

This makes the pain and hurt unmanageable.

 

You know their hurt is deep.

They cannot face their own reality they have created.

They must fulfill their inner self with the pain of others.

You pray for them.

You try to appease them,

But they see this as weakness.

They cut you deeper and deeper.

 

A day comes when their own teeth turn on them.

The day can be days from now

Or it can take years,

But it does come.

Their teeth chew within themselves.

 

When the turnaround comes about,

They will meet their actions.

The hurt and the pain for them will be so great they will beg to die.

But death will not come for them.

They will suffer by their own gnawing.

This will also destroy those they claim to love.

 

Their bones will be pierced and pierced, over and over.

Not one cut,

But many cuts.

Flesh will be stripped from their strong frames.

Their own eating will consume the structure on which they stand.

 

Their victims will not celebrate,

But rather have pity for them.

Because they know the bone pickers cannot love themselves.

Much less love any other human.

God and the victims cry for the bone pickers.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

 Thank you for reading my blog this week. Please keep in mind there is always hope for individuals I have described. Hope that love will consume them and win back their hearts.

Hope is also there for those of us dealing with these individuals. We can demonstrate to them true love. Thanks again for being with me this week.

Love,

Rennae

 

Relationships

 

 

 

Mirror of Colors

Mirror of Colors

Look into your reflection this week and examine your own soul. Don’t be afraid. You will find all the beautiful gifts that you were given! Reflect those gifts onto all the other souls that will be blessed to be with you this week. You are truly a special soul, so don’t hold back on the opportunity to bless someone else!

Mirror of Colors

Your skin is cool,

But warmth is felt inside.

As the walnuts fall like rain,

The breeze gently touches your cheek.

 

It appears someone’s paint brush touched the Earth and trees.

If Monet where here he could not do as well.

One color after another blends

To make the beautiful palette of the land.

 

The last lady bug and butterfly rest and fly

Before the winter breeze changes coming from the North.

The breeze causes the water to ripple.

The leaves ride the waves like a swan glides across the glass.

 

Then of course when she sees the palette

As the reflection of the painter,

She also sees the reflection of herself in the mirror.

And knows the painter has created a masterpiece.

 

She settles warmly into the curves of the bench,

She contemplates the image.

She breaths in the air which is cool,

But warming and knows who she truly has become.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

Reflect your beautiful self this week! I so appreciate you reading with me this week, and I hope I have reflected some beauty into your week!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

Blessings

 

Seasons and Souls

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Celebrate the souls you have in the particular season of life you are experiencing! The beautiful colors of fall are individual colors yet together create such amazing scenes. The same is true of the many different people we live with or encounter day to day. Find the souls that help you create that spectacular scene! Stop, rest, and breathe in the amazing richness that you all create together this time of year!

Seasons and Souls

I do not know whether it is the brightness of the hues.

Or the richness of the textures.

The various oranges, reds, and yellows.

Golds, browns, and greens.

They all contrast each other,

Yet they hold to the specialty of each other.

They complement each other.

 

So much like people,

Each brings great depth to the full scene.

Yet together the scene becomes alive

And engraves the beauty in our minds.

Each has their own special place.

 

All the colors just make my heart rise in joy!

Mixed with the path of the butterflies,

The ironweed and golden rod line the rows.

Yellow and deep purple,

This sight gives us such hope.

 

The different feel of the breeze gently tosses the colors and hues.

They dance around or move back and forth,

Making them reach higher for the last moments of sun.

Some flicker with silver and gold as they are blown.

Just as souls shift and glide and blend with other souls

To make the dance so rich,

So do the colors.

 

As I take in the fresh air

And I see the extreme variations of the art,

The scents are intoxicating with their soothing blends.

No wonder the bright yellow bumble bee searches for the last hints of nectar.

The birds nibble on the last beautiful, bright fruits.

 

I know these scenes could only be painted by one.

That one has chosen us to have this precious experience.

A small touch of His coolness creates such warmth.

There is only one that can create such beauty

Within our lives through seasons and souls!

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

I really appreciate you being one of the souls I can visit with this week! I ask for blessings on the scenes you see this week and the souls you touch! Thank you again for reading!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

Blessings

The Dance

The Dance

Dance! It is the week to dance and float and flitter!! What a great opportunity we have been given to live in such an amazing and changing world! It is Fall in the South! Nature is about to explode with all her splendor. There will be so much for us to see, smell, and hear! Stop from rushing this week and dance, dance, dance!

The Dance

Floating as they were always meant to.

Each floats down separately.

Finding its place with the Earth.

Yet they all float together.

As a great gospel choir raising its voice to the heavens.

 

She has released them.

She has nourished and fed them,

But it is now time to let them go.

They have the strength from her in their veins.

They have her colorful appearance on their surfaces.

 

The wind carries them as if they were a child on a roller coaster,

But guides them for their destiny.

Will it be the mamba?

Will it be a ballet or a line dance?

Will it be the cha cha?

Will it be the twist?

 

Free—Floating—Forming the Dance!

The dance of colors!

The dance of shapes!

The dance of different destinies!

The dance that leads us to hope for another day!

 

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

Thank you so much for joining me on the dance floor this week! I know your time is so priceless and to spend it with me is a true gift. I hope you stop and take time to dance among the colors and shapes this week!

Love,

Rennae

 

Blessings

 

One Weekend

One Weekend

This week our family will be blessed to participate in a great celebration! The 20th annual IKSA National Training Seminar. Karate friends and extended family travel from all parts of the United States to join in the seminar. The great joy comes from the fact that this group of people over the many years has formed one of the most amazing families one could ever hope to be a part of! The most incredible experience about the weekend is the great opportunity to love and enjoy people. Also these individuals sacrifice so much just to come together and enjoy each other. So this week or next weekend, sacrifice and gather dear family and friends and have your own joyful celebration! Most of all take the opportunity to enjoy and love people this week!

One Weekend

The season arrives again.

They have sacrificed all year.

Just to make this travel.

The hosts wait patiently but with excitement.

 

The hosts plan and prepare for the homecoming.

What have these many souls done for one year?

Have they grown?

Have they laughed?

Have they cried?

 

It is yet time again to bring their hearts to a place filled with friends.

The time is so precious,

They all wish time would stop.

So the memories would last forever.

So the happiness and joy would linger for all time.

 

They learn and practice old ways and new moves.

They meet new friends and love old ones.

All perfecting and improving their art together.

All rejoicing over personal and group achievements.

Hugs and hearts are shared.

The time passes too quickly.

 

New friends join,

Old friends remain,

And some could not journey,

But their hearts are with all the others.

All souls feeling this special tie that will never separate them.

 

Then goodbyes have to be said.

All of these spirits rise to move back to life and work—

But their futures hold for them another year to pass and then share again.

Friends of not just the arts, but friends of life and beyond.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

Put together a gathering where people can love each other and support each other. Even if the gathering is a small gathering with the people you have the opportunity to love each day. Don’t miss out on that opportunity!

Thank you so much for taking your special time to be with me this week. Thank you for being a part of this gathering!

Love,

Rennae

 

 

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