remedies for the spirit
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, precious girl! You are beautiful and smart.
You are adored. You are kind. You are Love’s treasured piece of art.
You are valued and loved dearly. You have flowers in your eyes.
You are sweet. You are warmth. You are a glorious beach sunrise.
You are a song. You are a dance. You are music to the ear.
You are icing on the cake and a gift each day to every year.
Happy Birthday, precious girl! You are beautiful and smart.
You are worthy. You are strong. You are Love’s treasured piece of art.
You are happiness and joy. You are ice cream on a cone.
You will be celebrated always, even after you are grown.
You are cherished. You are loved. Over the rainbows. Beyond the stars.
No matter what the distance, Love will reach you, “nears” or “fars.”
-Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2024
Nataša Spasić Photography
Precious Girl
Let this birthday be unique, different from previous years.
Wish not to acquire. Wish, instead, to release your fears.
All the fears that hold you back, the subconscious and the known;
Fears that have gathered along the way, that have also aged and grown.
All the fears that hold you back, that in time you have come to resent;
Fears that have gathered along the way and denied your heart’s content.
Celebrate this birthday with new perspective and with new cheer.
When you blow out your candles, wish your fears to disappear.
Happy Birthday. Let them go. May your fears soon all be gone.
May the process start with wishing, and may it not take very long.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2018
Ryan Holquin Photography
A Birthday Wish
Love tends to its gardens, removing what defeats;
Pulling out the negative that hinders and depletes.
“Only love around this flower…I’m afraid this weed must go.
Only love around this flower…watch it bloom. Watch it grow.”
As it grows, so Love reaps. So much joy and so much pride;
So much tenderness and love for the flower close beside.
Love tends to its gardens, providing what maintains;
Planting that which compliments, what nurtures and sustains.
“Only love around this flower…I’m afraid this weed must go.
Only love around this flower…watch it bloom. Watch it grow.”
As it grows, so Love reaps. So much joy and so much pride;
So much tenderness and love for the flower close beside.
-Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2015
Nataša Spasić Photography
Watch It Bloom (Love)
