The Last Quarter Mile

Last quarter mile …

last quarter mile
Running my last quarter mile …

At the end of 2018 I will be entering
the last quarter mile of my life’s journey,
it has been a bumpy road,
some stumbling blocks lessons learned,
and some had to be repeated
before sliding into my book of wisdom,
so, here is when I take time to reflect.

Love – where has love been if not in my own heart?
My heart is full of love for so many people,
family, friends, soul kin,
for all known and unknown who have helped me
along my spiritual path and reached out to me
with a helping hand of love when I failed,
for those who helped me stand back up,
and learn to love who I am.

I raised my children on my own
since they were nine and three.
I have been there for them
through all the joys and pain,
all the sorrows, all the learning
and growing, at times they have
been my support, my teachers,
the three of us working and growing
together with deep love and respect.
I was a fearless mother and protected
my children like a lioness, yet let
them learn from failures and stand up
for themselves. I was there for every
quarter mile they ran, and, like me,
they were great runners.
They have balance and harmony
in their spiritual and physical life.

Teachers I have had many,
each one giving me a gift of learning
throughout my life,
my father being maybe my most important,
for he started me in life with loving guidance
to head me in the right directions,
even now I learn from him, though he has left
this life many years ago, there are memories
of advice or spiritual guidance
which creep into my mind and heart when I am in need.

Father introduced me to the beauty and wisdom
of nature, of the land, sun, moon, stars,
the cosmos.
He told me of the stories the heavenly bodies
have held for centuries, how to learn from
and be guided by them.

There is another teacher who reinforces my love
for nature, the universe, and life – this man
I will forever love with indescribable meaning,
he is always there for me, whether he knows or not,
for I listen to him and heed his words,
he is my mentor, my friend, my greatest love.

As a child I found a marvelous balance,
though I did not realize that till much later in life,
I was a child of nature, of the fae,
I was a magnificent bird with wings
that took me everywhere, a dragon with
rainbow colored mighty wings,
I loved the magical, the mysterious.
I was a ballerina, a princess, an American Indian,
a cowboy, a pirate, a sorcerer, a witch,
a beautiful horse running with the wind and a cat,
I loved to stretch like a cat upon awakening,
and I was a mighty Viking warrior.

There is a woodland nook I retreat to
when peace needs to be restored within
and I need to strengthen my soul’s life force.
It is secluded, my personal sanctuary,
where I can go to in an instant
by just closing my eyes and centering,
sometimes arriving there in tears and sorrow,
always returning with peace and balance.

I have suffered through pain and loss,
grown and learned, loved passionately,
given enduring, sincere love and appreciated
sincere love received.
I am a survivor, a lover of all living things,
I am a mortal being, an eternal soul,
and still have dreams and hopes, even though
I am running my last quarter mile.

© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Albert Einstein

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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

6 thoughts on “The Last Quarter Mile

  • October 25, 2018 at 1:31 AM

    A lovely affirmation of past, and of the present in which we reside. All we can do is understand that the pain in life is necessary for us to learn and to seek higher thought and, as you said, to widen our focus to life in general. Individual love seems so important to human beings, but universal love is far more powerful and rewarding in realisation. Wonderful sentiments and a solid grounding spiritually, Phyllis. A beautiful expression. Take care

    • October 25, 2018 at 1:57 AM

      Thank you, Tony, for such a lovely and uplifting comment. I so appreciate you. Take care. x

  • October 26, 2018 at 12:21 PM

    What an honest reflection Phyllis, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. So heartfelt and honest. Nice work

  • November 8, 2018 at 10:12 PM

    Beautifully expressed sentiments and an account of your life and spirituality, Phyllis. Thanks you for sharing.


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