I hung up a poem put in a frame
to read again as I pass it each day
As a child I caught fireflies in punctured-lid jars
but at bedtime I’d let them free to go play
Frames can highlight beauty
jars can capture the fleeting
So, I’ll frame my life with intentions
lid opened for serendipity
Wind Rush 
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Oh such a wonderful way of framing intentions, LuAnne. Lovely poem.
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Thanks, Kamal.
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Welcome LuAnne 👌
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Delightful inspiration … last two lines a mantra to live by.
I remember fireflies in jars … and parents insisting we take the lid off when time to go in for bed. Perhaps fixation on world-event extremes is a flare best let-loose after brief focus capture. This may be my new “intention” … I’ll post your last 2 lines near my computer screen!
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You so often come up with applications I have never thought of, Jazz. I like your idea of letting go of the focus of ‘world-event extremes’ to not be so overwhelmed. Thanks for dropping by and leaving such an inspirational comment.
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