Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Stories



Sunflowers in my window,
stretching to the honey colored
sun streaming in.
Mama told me to surround myself
with beautiful things.
I collect stories from strangers,
they look into my eyes 
and open their hearts.
I find beauty in them
like broken seashells washed ashore ,
like weeds I believed to be flowers,
when I was a little girl.
I collect stories of beautiful souls,
pain and sorrow.
Sober by truth and inspiration,
I find grace,
I find gratitude. 



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93 comments:

  1. Ayala this is beautiful. Truly. Finding beauty in the story of strangers...

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  2. Isn't that a gift and a blessing!! To really hear. To look into the face of the teller and know you're receiving a morsel of wonderful. There is so much life in these words!

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    1. It is a blessing, I feel privileged when someone opens their heart to me.

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    2. And thank you, Adrienne. :)

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  3. Ayala: Your poem resonates with me. Just a few days ago, I encountered a stranger. His story impacted me. We learn so much from unexpected places and people.

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    1. So true, Rudri..we learn so much from others.

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  4. Lots you can find and hear, when a strangers story comes near, nicely done.

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  5. This is how we all hope our stories would be received -- with grace and gratitude. A lovely sentiment, my friend.

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    1. Thank you, dear friend. Seeing you here made my day. Looking forward to reading more about your travels..truly inspiring.

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  6. Ayala this is truly lovely. What an open heart you have.

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  7. Those weeds WERE flowers when you were a little girl. Same as for me today, a vomit-smelling, feet-stinking, drunken slob is a picture of a sliver of hope, God's gift for me this day! And so begins another journey into the unknown/yet known.

    (No, I did not "catch one" today--grin!)

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    1. Yes...I still see them as flowers :)

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  8. i collect stories from strangers...ah, you spoke my heart right there....they are beautiful things to be treasured for sure...i like nothing more than to hear someones story...love that line in the sober truth finding your own grace as well....very nice...

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    1. Thank you, Brian. You are another soul that collects stories and you capture them beautifully in your words. :)

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  9. collecting stories from strangers...how cool is that...there's much beauty in the stories of other people's lives in how they touch our owns as well

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    1. So much beauty, and pain as well...many times it puts life in perspective.

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  10. What a lovely soul you have, Ayala...collecting stories from strangers...seeing weeds as flowers...I always look forward to your posts. Just beautiful!

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    1. Thank you, Jackie. You are kind. :)

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  11. Can you hear my sigh, ayala? It's one of pure pleasure...this was gorgeous!

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    1. Thank you so much. Happy you enjoyed it. :)

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  12. This just wrapped itself around me in a warm hug of sunshine... just beautiful.

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    1. A warm hug of sunshine :) Thank you so much, Kelly :)

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  13. love so the beauty you've found in life

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  14. Enrichment, for good or bad, from others. Great words.

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  15. I love the bit about collecting stories from strangers, Ayala. Lovely poem.

    Pamela

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  16. Lovely and I really liked this part the best, poems are stories and they can be felt..

    "I collect stories from strangers,
    they look into my eyes
    and open their hearts"

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  17. I have spent [some may say wasted] many a day just watching peopless lives unfold around me. Its fascinating just getting a glimpse of someones life.
    So I connect and have empathy with this piece, but I could never put it as beautifully as you have here.

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    1. How kind of you to say, Thank you Tino. :)

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  18. Love the message here Ayala ~ Even in broken seashells, there are stories worth telling and sharing ~ Have a happy day ~

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    1. Thank you, Grace. We all have a story....some are willing to share it.

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  19. I wish you had a like very much button. What a sweet kool voice and delivery of line and message. Your images were very real, and your heart looking at weeds as flowers. Very refreshing.

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    1. Thank you, Henry. An awesome comment :)

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  20. Lovely...a beautiful way to live!

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  21. What a beautiful collector you are...lovely, lovely, lovely! :)

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  22. A beautiful witness to the world.

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  23. I love collecting stories of beautiful souls! There is no more wonderful collection.

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  24. The line "weeds I believed to be flowers" presents such a poignant image that it anchors the rest of the poem for me. It's a strong metaphor for those stories from strangers, an uncertain reality and marred beauty, like broken seashells.

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    1. Thank you, Sam. Broken strangers..like broken seashells and dreams. I think we are all broken one way or another. :)

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  25. "I collect stories of beautiful souls,
    pain and sorrow.
    Sober by truth and inspiration,
    I find grace,
    I find gratitude."

    I loved these words. It reminds me of the elderly I work with, some of whom have inspired my writing. There are so many amazing stories to be heard. This is a lovely capture.

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    1. Thank you, Ginny. I know in your work you encounter beautiful souls and it's wonderful that they inspire you to write your beautiful poetry.

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  26. Gorgeous lines...n surely stories of others touch our heart when we are open and ready to embrace the truth of life...nicely said :)

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    1. Thank you, Sadia. I appreciate it :)

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  27. ...surround yourself with nothing but only beauty... that's indeed a wonderful wisdom to live by from your mother Ayala... and i can feel it here being in effect as beautifully expressed in words here... i always love the positive vibe you provide us in each of your poems.... smiles...

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    1. Thank you, Kelvin...and I always love your comments. :)

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  28. I am smiling from ear to ear. You feed a beautiful soul.

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  29. I love the way this poem develops! beyond the first couple of lines it grabs hold of you and speeds up, taking you deeper and deeper into the caring soul of the writer. Beautiful.

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  30. this is beautiful, in word and in sentiment, lady. :)

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  31. Ayala...I love the idea of story-collecting. This is so stunning and so telling. Deep sigh.

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  32. Collecting 'stories from strangers' - that's often the way to find grace and beauty, and be prompted to gratitude

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  33. Such a sweet poem - very lovely attitudes. k.

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  34. Wise advice from that Mama. I still think that those weeds look like fine flowers... Sweet words, Ayala.

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    1. Gayle, I still believe so too. My son knows I love them..and he gives them to me :)

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  35. your poem is as beautiful as your beautiful soul ... hope you are doing fine, dear lady. :)

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  36. Love the image of collecting beautiful weeds. Since I've become a mother, I often wonder when the weeds become unwanted, and I dread that day for my children.

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  37. I just love the way your mind works and how you are able to articulate the thoughts into beautiful poetry. You are quite gifted!

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    1. Thank you, Charles :) so sweet of you to say.

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  38. A spiritual as well as creative achievement I think, Ayala - I enjoyed this very much - thank you... Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  39. this poem beautifully expresses your heart...

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  40. oh Ayala, how could I not come read your every poem. This is so beautiful almost perfect. I really like they took into my eyes and open their hearts, and I know how true this is with you.

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    1. Thank you, Lisa :) Happy you enjoyed it.

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  41. Beautiful story of strangers....
    Great post!
    Wanna follow each other on bloglovin and gfc? Let me know! Kisses

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    1. Thank you, Gabi. I will come by to visit. :)

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  42. wishing you a wonderful weekend as well ayala...

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  43. Such a beautiful collection you have here! Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  44. There's so much life and energy in your poetry! :-)

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Thank you and kind of you to say. :)

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  45. Gorgeous... the collecting of stories appeals. I suppose I do this, too.

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  46. pray u be surrounded by beautiful things so that u pen beautiful poems for us readers springing from ur beautiful mind to give us beautiful smiles..Ayala u really have a beautiful Soul..GOD<3U

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  47. this is so uplifting and inspirational. thanks for sharing the sunlight of your words Ayala~

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