I do miss you

As I grew I realized my Dad had little time for me. It wasn't personal, as it was the same for my brothers. The man was simply, always gone somewhere. He was one of those people who could not stop; in constant motion as he investigated the world he lived in. There were some good moments and I hang onto those, hoping his life was what he wanted it to be. So I can only guess that the little angels wave goodbye to him every day as he's off to explore another plane.

Yes, I do miss you.

a favorite spot

It's that time of the year when I start dreaming... which wave will knock me down? Well it doesn't really matter as I can already taste the salt. Um, lovely salt air in my nostrils, bathing my face, and tangled with my hair. I want to be there. So, please beach fairy, send me a sign. Thanks.

Hall of mirrors

I came upon a hall of mirrors
where every fault was plain to see.
I found myself repulsed by actions
that were actually caused by me.

Who would dare to prick my heart,
finding fault within my reason?
Chiding me for what I'd wrought,
my faults to bear in open season?

My ego cracked the mirror.
How dare this hall reflect
the outragious words I lived by
and my careless acts without regret.

The meek stood in the mirror
with tears that welled and overflowed.
I noted their compassion,
and love for life in new abode.

Don't just stand there and look at me,
a hall of women in remorse.
I watched them turn to walk away,
their action changed my course.

I now looked outward from the mirror
to the woman who gently smiled.
She moved in grace with hallowed journey
her love unfolding every mile.

Her fractured heart with many faces
was melding slowly into one.
She stepped quietly from the hall
transporting me into the morning sun.

my solitary path

A path I've always walked without a burdened care.
Alone or with someone I rarely gave a thought.
Whatever challenge made it's way into my lair,
I simply lived and tackled every thing life brought.

So now the path would bring me changes to accept.
Was I complacent to ignore the atmosphere?
I thought to travel and make peace with my regrets,
Enjoy my solitary path with love, not fear.

sick leave?

Sometimes it takes everything you've got to get up and move. With this intestinal virus I've had, going on for three weeks, I've been told to stay down. Just rest as much as I can. The emergency room doctor wasn't kidding when he said, “This is one nasty virus.” I've been to see my regular doctor too; received additional medications. Wow, but I'm almost out of those and need to see him again.

I have been trying to write but this strongly influences what I do. Let me say that I know this will pass; everything does eventually. Just thought I'd share and let you know why I'm not truly present. Medications for nausea always make me sleepy. That in turn makes my head feel thick... what's that you say? Nothing new??? LOL.

It's a good thing I like liquid diets! All my favorite soups are brought home and devoured, but slowly. I have a perfect cup to hold my soups. I might even soak a saltine cracker or two in the yummy liquid. The medicine distorts my taste buds, so today's celery soup tasted like clam chowder. It's like an added bonus, really, as I like clam chowder (hahaha). Indeed I'm curious to know what tomato soup will taste like, but that's tomorrow's agenda.

Okay, that's all. Hope all of you are healthy. I'll be back soon.

Ready

I watched the rain fall from the sky
A million drops to make a puddle.
The birds don't sing and they don't fly,
But sit on limbs bunched in a huddle.

The clouds are soft and disappearing.
Is that golden light a ray of sun?
Could it be the storm is clearing?
Are the rain clouds on the run?

I cross my heart and fingers too,
And hope that sunshine fills the earth.
I long to see a sky of blue
display the joy of rainbow's birth.

The New Door

Often I read about the lives of others with a couragious journey. I glean what I can from what they've gone through. It adds strength, understanding, and helps me combat my own fear. Until I find myself standing in front of the new door. I've learned to take in a long breath, let it out slowly as I turn the door knob, and then step through.

~dc

Audrey

I was only six years old and you were twenty-nine.
We sailed along a happy sea, with waves that marked our time.
You became my godmother and I was thrilled to be
A part of life that gave you joy; the same you gave to me.

Now off you go to higher plane, while I remain on ground.
When morning birds begin their day I'll listen to their sound.
Your voice will call reminding me of our endearing love,
Or was that just the lowing coo of beauty's morning dove ~


I love you ~ rest now.

a butterfly philosophy

Here today, gone tomorrow

An old phrase yet so descriptive of issues that float through my mind. What is here, that can be gone tomorrow? We all could go with an outstanding blow... we don't know, do we?

An often posed question: “Why do bad things happen to good people?” I've heard this question many times over the years. It's not like I know something and want to brag. It's more like a revelation that, when remembered, brings me peace and a measure of faith.

A verse from the Christian Bible states that God causes the rain to fall on the wicked and the righteous. Whether or not you enjoy rain is not even a consideration... you get it just the same. With the verse in mind I thought, well, so car accidents, cancer diagnosises, airplane crashes, falling buildings, earthquakes, and everything else might be shared as well. How can that be? Isn't that stuff only for the wicked?

There's an abdominal spirit that arises in extreme crisis. Call it what you will but once I read about “The Comforter” who would teach me all things... life changed for me. I ventured to think, maybe bad things happen to good people, so bad people can observe something they need; or good people receive a piece of faith that they needed. For me only God has the right to judge anyway. So, really none of this matters; it's all vanity. Men and women deciding who is being 'punished' with an earthquake, etc. Presumptous?

I look at the state of the world, the USA, my own home state, and wonder how much longer will humanity exist. Humanity as in freedoms bestowed by God. How far we've allowed governments to stomp all of that into the ground. We've had a lot of help being distracted from important issues.

The wonderful thing about this is... you can completely disagree. You are under no obligation to think, speak, feel, act, or write as I do. I only offer a lesson from the dandelion. “I may be here today, gone tomorrow, but somewhere there's a seed that keeps going. A seed of hope, love, charity, and immeasurable faith.” Just think of how difficult it is to rid your yard of dandelions!

I'm through shaking cobwebs from my mind. Thank you.

Just a test...

Basically I'm investigating why my blog will not load in my post.
It keeps saying, ~javascript:void(0)~

Great... just when I decided to try IE 9...


We'll see.

Living Fragile (a repost)

Sometimes when life seems so fragile
A beginning feeling of peace arrives
From a source within and without
We bow our head
Acknowledge kindness
Receive the gift that helps us heal

We wrap the peace around our bodies
Longing for immediate relief
And find instead temporary solace
We bend our knees
Capture completeness
And let it work through all our days

Discover being fragile is not a curse
For peace will come and peace will go
From everything we are to what we will become
We praise the Creator
As everlasting love
Relieves our fear of living fragile

In celebration for Mother's Day

The innocence I knew is difficult to imagine. Fresh from heavens' domain I arrived and began wailing; should have been a clue! But my Mom was right there, smiling and all embracing of the little girl she'd waited to have. Need I say... it was love at first sight.

Of course I miss her terribly; gone for fourteen years now. After a lot of thinking I think it happened the way it was supposed to. I know she would have been more miserable if I had died first.

Her favorite holiday was Easter; mine was Mother's Day. She liked the music, rabbits, and candy; I liked the hats. So in celebration this year I'm going to buy a hat.

Love you, Mom!

~ this too, shall pass ~

The devastation is alarming. Over 200 tornadoes in a 24 hour period. Six states are now under a 'declaration of emergency'.

The photo, above, is from a beach that is three hours from my home. That tornado tail is really kicking. I understand it acts like a whip... one lash and your building is gone. Have you ever played "Tiddly-winks"?

Watching a news update, I could not figure out what I was looking at. The camera was in a helicopter flying over a city (??). Yes, a city; I was looking at concrete foundations that resembled kitchen tiles.

Like any event that brings devastation and loss of life, we hope for comfort and a return to daily tasks. We try to try. If you cannot 'try' what is yours to handle, reach out your hand to another and help them try.

Sometimes the only thing left standing is the soul of humanity. "Guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it, come the issues of life." (a proverb)

Fairy Tale Girls

~And today is the wedding...

Four o' clock A.M. will find me in front of my television.
Hot tea, crumpets, and other similar snacks are waiting.

My sister-in-law will call around the same time.
We'll gab about the guests, the groom, the MUM, and on... & on.

Why?
Because we're 'Fairy Tale Girls'.

Every good fairy tale girl knows 'they lived happily ever after.'

Sigh ~ past the tissue please... here comes the bride!





Image credit:
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~and now it's spring

Cool mornings, and a freshness fills my lungs...
with the urgent need of spring.

A pale light casting across the garden...
I wait for warmth, the sun will bring.

The morning doves gather for their calling...
and cooing, for the urgent need of spring.

A path of dampness invites a journey...
with bare feet, the grass begins to cling.

Sheltered in this early morning beauty...
a grateful voice within me, begins to sing...

~and now it's spring...

Our Lotus Life

Our life is like the lotus flower,
Waiting for the birthing hour
We float in water, in joyous mirth,
To share our beauty in the earth

While in the womb, we often sing,
Then popping out with leaves of green
Such tender buds point to the sky
To drink in light as we float by

We're given years to equal petals.
Our hearts grow up among the nettles.
But we survive to seize the day,
Allowing love its joyous way

Our years pass by and as we fade,
The lotus once so gently made,
Is traveling through the thick of night,
Arriving in a different light

A different light of golden measure
Our faded petals are now a treasure
We stand in awe of light we see
And dwell with love’s eternity

sung to the tune of "Oklahoma!"

OHHHHH~the daffodils are growing up around my ears,
and they smell so sweet, it's a springtime treat
and I hope they never disappear.

OHHHH~the daffodils are swaying gently in the breeze,
and I'm loving this, most alluring bliss,
but I feel as if I have to sneeze!

Thanks, that's it.(sniff, sniff).

there's always a camera... smile

From what I can tell of history we're not learning to negotiate. Or maybe the heads of states decide how many airplanes to give up, to keep it going. We've shared a bunch of planes, weapons and things, so both sides of a battle can fight.

Over here, we're being told that the biggest concern is internet addiction to games and connections? Really, that's it?

What if heads of state had to play games to determine the outcome of negotiations? Ha ha, sorry, you're right; they already do that. Of course none of them are addicted to internet so it's okay.

Well whether or not you're dying in a war zone or playing 'Blitz' on "Facebook", please remember... there's always a camera... smile.

:(

Sunday funny

Comic Source:
http://xkcd.com/