HeyJaredMary Louise Peters - Substack
PoetFacilitatorConsultant—this is my personal Substack to share what I write, quotes that I collect, and questions to prompt reflection and bring ✨Love & Light to the world.
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- Sep 30, 2026
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Release, Receive, Return (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWalk In. a labyrinth path Inward, toward the far-off center, set down arrows, perceived insults, slights, aimed at your chest, unhook the barbs, the disappointments, anything that does not bear to be repeated; step out of the net of your own entangled struggles, unleash anxious dogs —the real, the imagined; set down the baggage of hurts that have never served you, if too small dreams, of too big expectations, birth order dri
Slow Time (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSlow Time A pantoum - one poem, two ways -i- AI advances with nefarious intent. Lack of intelligence thwarts peace. Sunflowers hang their heads. Sandhill cranes forage. Leaves have heard the alarm; they drop. Hills retreat at glacial speeds. Glacial speeds has a new meaning. Slow time is still possible, on a porch, with friends. Radio croons, That’s the time I love the best. -ii- AI advances wit
Each Day (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedEach Day Here, on this prairie, these sedges, cottonwoods follow river trails, bounded by bluffs and ledges, the eastern edge comes to life as the sun returns, to say start anew, each day, reset. -Mary Louise Peters ✨Love & Light for Today: “There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” -Virginia Woolf
Life? What of life? (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedLife? What of life? Questions are a dark-of-night drive, blinded by high-beam lights, glare. Starless. Why am I alive? To live, to serve. Answers are clear as day, high-noon, brightness. Who am I? No question. No worries. Internal clock sureness. Like seasons turn. Whose am I? I belong to a bigger whole. I am part of small things. Circles. Family. Community. I am my own. I am ours. What am I to do? Like leaves, like cranes,
Come. Sit. Stay. (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedCome. Sit. Stay. When your heart has to be the muscle that holds up your shoulders, when your heart has to run into a house on fire, when your heart is the search and rescue team, when your heart is always the last dog standing, when your heart, tattered, charred, sprained and panting, comes to you with sad, puppy-dog eyes, find a swath of sunshine, make space, curl together, return home, your heart and you. Not every thing
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