Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog

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Friends Dance in our Hearts,
Sing in our Thoughts,
Laugh in our Dreams,
Walk with us through the Darkness,
Help us carry the burden,
Add Spice and Flair to our Lives,
Tempt our Musings with Imagination,
Gently Proffer Inspiration,
Add their voices to our Songs,
Smile when Everything else goes wrong,
Friends Remind us where we Belong,
Friends are a Gift from the Sweet Above,
Friends are a Reflection of Unconditional Love.

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Day 5 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Invitation

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jessica Galbreth

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As the shifting hues of night

Transfuse the Delicate morning Light

Perceptions, like the rainbow Splendour,

Transpose like Inspiring Gentle Surrender.

Thank You!

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Day 23 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Invitation

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photography found on Pinterest Credit Gratefully Acknowledge to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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For ribbons of shimmers

And Streaming Dances of brightness,

Thank You!

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Day 9 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Invitation

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photo found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original photographer and Artist.

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The Shape of Beauty cannot be defined,

Only Admired.

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Day 20 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Invitation

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photography found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledge to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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For the Mystery of the Unimagined

For the Blessing of imponderables

For the Miracle of Improbables

That fill our world how we least expect…

I am Thankful.

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Day 16 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Invitation

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~Morgan~

Entrance into Winter

The world grows still where faded colors tire,
as autumn’s final embers lose their flame.
A hush descends, soft as a forgotten choir,
and every branch remembers winter’s name.

The quiet fields lie pale beneath the gray,
their whispers thinning into brittle air.
All warmth retreats in slow, reluctant sway,
as nature gathers strength in temples bare.

The trees stand sentinel in solemn rows,
their leafless arms like prayers against the chill.
They mark the gate where colder season grows,
and time itself bends low, serene and still.

Here, on the threshold where all turning starts,
the earth draws breath to brace its slumbering heart.

on “Entrance into Winter”

There are moments in the turning of the year when the world seems to pause —not in silence, but in a kind of reverent holding of breath. This piece was born from that pause. The barren trees, standing like guardians of a thinning threshold, whispered of the solemn beauty that arrives long before the first snow.

I found myself drawn to the stillness between seasons, the way the earth softens its voice as though preparing for some sacred descent into its own dreaming. The hush in the landscape felt almost ceremonial.
Colors dimmed, not in despair, but in dignity, as if nature were gathering her scattered strength for the long, languid days ahead.

What inspired this verse was not winter’s harshness, but its gentleness — the quiet dignity with which the world allows itself to fade, trusting that rest is not an ending, but a necessary deepening. In this muted forest, I feet the grace of surrender and the beauty of becoming still.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.

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Being Thankful is not always easy, especially this year. The trials and challenges of life can overwhelm and drive spikes of anger, resentment, fear, and doubt into the Essence of each of us. Sometimes there seems very little to be Thankful for, but finding Gratitude in our hearts is often the first step towards Blessings. The Power of Positivity has been proven time and time again, whether it is a smile in the face of a scowl; a kind word in response to unkind ones, or an act of kindness in the void of apathy.

Poetry challenges are delightful, but one thing has become Very clear to me as the year comes to a close. The direction in which we are traveling is changing and the Source of Inspiration that Sings its Words of Music into my Spirit has been suggesting a very specific Daily Challenge for Booknvolume. Although my poetry and writing is by its very nature Positive, I wish to underscore that optimistic perspective by making a few changes.

So, starting tomorrow, I will be offering a Daily Thankfulness Journal Challenge and, more importantly, I invite you to share in the challenge.

How?  Easy!

Find at least One Thing for which you are Thankful Each Day.(even something as simple as clean, fresh water, a warm house, a car that works, a job you don’t necessarily enjoy…)

Using your blog, post a picture of that Blessing or some visual representation thereof, as well as an explanation through some form of writing, whether poetry, prose, parable or prolixity (as is my particular penchant) and Pass it on.

I hope you will join me in this endeavor of expressing Gratitude each day. You may discover through the challenge a wealth of Blessings you never knew you possessed.

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~Morgan~

A Thankful Heart is Open to Blessings
because it is closed to worry, doubt, and wailing.

A Thankful Heart is Filled with Love
because it empties itself of loathing, greed, and envy.

A Thankful Heart is Overflowing with Peace
because it does not Share itself with lies, distrust, and negativity.

A Thankful Heart Touches Others with its Blessings and Love
because it is Ever in the Presence of Love and Blessing.

A Thankful Heart Speaks in Kindness, Patience and Empowerment
because it does not Speak of hate, intolerance or to incapacitate.

A Thankful Heart Chooses its Path Each Day with Diligence and Joy
because it does not Concentrate on what it cannot do.

A Thankful Heart Walks in Hope, Love, Peace and Joy
because it Knows nothing else.

A Thankful Heart Shares its Purpose
because it is Incapable of Withholding All that Pours from its Abundant Profusion.

Embark upon Each New Day with a Thankful Heart
and You will Find Endless Blessings for which to be Thankful.

You are a Blessing for which I am very thankful.   Happy Thanksgiving everyone. 

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at: plattform.com

Daily Ascension Series

Because I truly believe we need as much positivity as we can possible get, I’ve started an Ascension collection.  Each day, a new mandala or spiritual artwork unfolds; a portal of color, geometry, and light designed to align your spirit with harmony and higher awareness. Every pattern is a prayer, every spiral a song of becoming.

Mandalas and other spiritual artwork have long been used as sacred mirrors of the soul. Their symmetry is a reflection of universal order, their beauty a gentle reminder of the wholeness already within you. By welcoming one each day, you invite renewal: fresh frequencies of peace, clarity, and joy to ripple through your energy field.

Allow each design to speak directly to your heart, to awaken remembrance, balance your inner light, and harmonize your path with divine flow.

One Breath. One day. One step closer to the light within.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.

Need a daily dose of Positivity and Empowerment? Join Positivity Pathfinders, my Facebook group dedicated to Hope and Love.

If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website

If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page

Within the gears where silent hours sleep,
She stirs the dusk with iridescent wing;
Through brassbound petals wound in secrets deep,
She sips the nectar only clockworks bring.

Her shimmering flight unthreads the woven air,
A whisper born of starlit copper light;
She gathers time like pollen, faint and rare,
And scatters dawn across the turning night.

No mortal eye has ever truly seen
The music held within her trembling grace;
She keeps the bloom where lost tomorrows lean,
A guardian soft as breath on clockwork lace.

And though her song is hushed, its truth rings clear,
The heart of time still beats because she’s near.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.

Need a daily dose of Positivity and Empowerment? Join Positivity Pathfinders, my Facebook group dedicated to Hope and Love.

If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website

If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page