Sifting thoughts

I gather the bits and pieces

like broken stars jagged and laying upon the mind

shaking and moving, searching

for anything left to salvage

to patch back together with the magic salve

like glue, tiny pieces continually fall through

leaving their memory behind.

I sift these pieces in the light that fades

sparkling elements glitter in the rising moon

and I hear them call quietly

requesting passage to return to what they had been

when they shone like diamonds

and I gather them in my hands

blowing them into the night sky

as they trickle down, falling like tears

I had once cried.

Image: Sifting Shadows-Bolton Coit Brown

Into The maelstrom 

Tossed and turned about
ship unanchored moving in
to the wind whipped depths
returning to the open sea
lost for a moment in an eternity,
anger claims hold in white washed waves
as sleep elludes the restless soul
anger,
darkness clashing forces
something so simple
turned into another deep dive
in to the bottomless emptiness
and you can throw the vest, the ring,
the device that cannot save-
for there is only one way to rise above
this maelstrom
and that is to go deep within
to explore that which lays claim
like the handful of ships before
sunk and without notice
destination unknown,
pieces of history barely remembered
yet for the wire tongued whip
trying to keep it in line
and the feckless student
wise beyond his time
turning disdain to the Motherland
better to run aground
learning how to survive
than clinging to a sinking ship
whose day has come to run aground
to become but a fading memory
of yesterday and the storm
that launched the ideas
of a place of blue seas
free.

Gorgeous image of Venice FL by : Kristen Gunn

Selfie-ness

Amazingness that brought happy tears to my eyes. Everyday amazingly beautiful people. Wow….wow…so very happy, yes I am….my friend and fellow Buffalonian Ken💜💜💜💜💜😀

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She shone in glitter, by Kim at peace, love and patchouli, talks about smiling and being self-conscious in front of the camera. These days, with the proliferation of selfies, it seems there are fewer and fewer self-conscious people out there. I’m not big on selfies, although you might guess otherwise if you were to see all the videos I posted online in my heyday vlogging period.

I’m not afraid to smile for the camera, except for maybe at this particular moment (more on that later), but it wasn’t always like that.
Selfie-ness_1At nine-years-old, I tripped and fell while in a department store. Both front teeth broke, forming a gap in the shape of an inverted “V.” My dentist said I couldn’t have crowns (or caps, as he called them), until I was seventeen, since the process might involve the nerves in the teeth. Fortunately, he decided to try it…

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Living on air

Drifting aimlessly on stormy winds

captured in crevices, caught to be

living on air and no roots to set

into ground beneath our feet.

Natures art decorating places

unexpected like life that paints itself

in sunrise colors and ballooning clouds

that change in a heartbeat

rolling from calm to a darker holding

moving overhead in ominous threat

yet even the darkness is often broken

caught on the clashing fronts

cold to hot to cold to here

where you lie waiting to be released

to wander aimlessly once more

living day-to-day on the air

that we breathe in and out

in steady rhythm in spaces deep

and filled with all it needs

to survive.

We had a nice rain storm last night with a flash of lightning that woke me around 1 am  and this morning as the beautiful sun rose on a pleasant calm yet damp Sunday, found this little plant lodged into the lanai. I see them growing on the lofty oaks above but apparently this one wanted to drop down to visit for a while. I think I’ll let it sit a spell and enjoy. Perhaps I shall call it Stanley…looks like a Stanley to me. Peace and love my friends and Happy Sunday. Hope it’s calm and filled with peace for you.

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

Come on folks, join the fun at Nicola’s, the word prompt is “Mistake”, I could come up with tons I think:)

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Challenge open Saturday 23rd July 2016 – Friday 29th July 2016

Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT for you to interpret in any way the muse grabs you.

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Precipice

I stood there on the edge of the mountain

wind pushing against my body and soul

my feet gripping the line where eternity begins

and earth ends, like sharp talons grasping

as I fell forward into the cushion of air

the invisible barrier holding me as I peered below

like an eagle ready to take flight

no hesitation, just awe at the image of forever

as I flew without leaving the ground.

The fingers of clouds held me still

as the sweet breath of the wind whispered into my soul

and there was no fear of death

no thoughts of what stood behind me

beyond the edge for I had become

a feathered machine turning my head

seeing the impossible in every degree

and I flew in the dream into tomorrow

with words hanging like butterflies

gently landing on my shoulder

knowing not to touch for fear of breaking

the fragile wings that moved back and forth

before taking flight

into the unknown.

The buoyant mind soaring on the current of thought

drifting down into the depths of sleep,

alive and the memory of the dream

never skipping a beat upon waking

refreshed from my flight into the universe.

I’ve changed up my blog a little bit as you can see, so please let me know if you like the new theme and layout, what works for you and what doesn’t. I think it suits me but time will tell, as we are constantly evolving creatures and sometimes changing it up a bit charges up the old soul. Peace and love and no, I’m not jumping off of mountains….just a cool dream I had last night where I fell into forever but was held up by the wind, I just love dreams like that. So exhilarating.

Selfies in Seattle Challenge

I guess we are now officially on a roll. Smiles of the world, unite in happy playful goodness. Judy has made my day and I honor her here, and her beautiful smile, because we are all beautiful people and smiles rock!! Thanks Judy and come on people, show off those amazing smiles to ignite some joy. Thank you Judy, OMG….I’m smiling too big…a good joy indeed.

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

I am meeting a challenge to post a selfie..and wondering if I’ll be brave enough to post one I don’t like.  Okay, off to the hunt.  Brb.

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Not a selfie and not taken in Seattle, but a zippy title, no?  This is a shot someone took of me at my all-school reunion a week ago. Why is it that it is that the lips that get thinner  with age and not the hips or arms?

Okay, now I challenge all of you to post a photo taken within the past few weeks. You can call it a selfie even if you don’t have one of those arm-extension dealies or a tripod and timed-release camera.  It is a selfie if it is of yourself only, no matter who took it–taken within the past two weeks. Please link to my page via the comments so I can see that you’ve answered the…

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She shone in glitter

I never like my smile. It’s not a bad smile, it’s just not one of those award-winning ones that you see everyone else possess. But I have been coming to conclusions recently, taking time to do what is necessary for me, time to ponder the deeper things in life that matter. This image was taken on our anniversary coming out of the restaurant where we had our wedding dinner. It was snowing, which for Western New York in February is not a rare occurrence at all and now that I live where it seems to be hot and sunny every day, I know that images like these will now also be a rare occurrence. I had my picture taken today sitting next to Santa Claus.

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The town I reside in was doing a Christmas in July thing today and tomorrow and I found him sans red shirt cooling down holding his bucket of candy canes (and showing his tattoos…who knew?). I smiled and had so much fun just talking with these “transplants” from Wisconsin (Santa and Mrs C) and I felt wonderful just being amongst these people, not caring if I took a good pic or not. Hubby took the pic of course as I’m obviously not a fan of selfies…When we got home I perused the images on the card and downloaded a few and thought, what the hell, why not. I like this picture. It is a reminder of happy days, not that I don’t have a lot of happy days but to see my smile, well, it made me smile. I felt glittery there, almost and if not as good as I felt today. Why the change? I think it’s perspective. To stop caring what others may think, to start doing what I choose to do and not what is expected. I feel as if lately a load has been lifted off of me and it feels amazing. Oh, and I was a mermaid too today.

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Darn, that was just too fun. Now you won’t catch me posting these on FB as I refuse to be one of “those” people, but here at WP where my friends are just so caring and loving, I thought I would present myself to you. (Get it, present? Christmas in July) okay, enough. I think what I really want to say is I don’t want to go out of this world ever worrying about what I should have done, what I would do differently. So damn people, I choose to be a mermaid, a Christmas kid at heart and a girl who shines like glitter. And I’m not sorry…perhaps a poem tomorrow but for today, lots of me, me wonderful me….God I’m having fun. Join me, won’t you? Let’s see your happy post of your award-winning smiles and fun caught on film. Trust me, you won’t be sorry (at least I hope not) plus you know I’m gonna like it of course. Because you are beautiful! Yeah, lets spread more of that now okay? Post a link in the comments with your favorite selfie….I dare you, I double dog dare you! I’ll be waiting.

Endless movement

We are locked in thoughts endlessly moving
etched in time we find the separation
of yesterday, today and tomorrow
between memories and a song
sung in the stillness of a night
graced by the moon above.
I feel the grains coursing through
caught between need and want
and the simplicity of a voice in the essence of dusk
calling the soul to remain
in the calm.
Holding the world in the paper cup
reading between lines to find
it don’t matter much when it’s all just a groove
cut in the fabric
out of place
out of context
and to feel the love of life coursing through
leaving the waves
crop circles of the mind from nowhere
going somewhere
just not here right now
but ringed planets revolving around
in endless synchronicity
to a word spoken out of tune
moving round the fullest moon
still missing something
I’ve just forgotten once again
locked into this wave of life
as the rain waits to fall
and skies turn to sailors be warned
sitting and waiting
on just the right the words of perfect song
to touch in just the right way
perhaps being heroes
just for one day.

Change Becomes

In quiet gardens we watch
day to day changes that come forth
everday green bursting
alive with the gentle color
of a morning sky
tinges of pink herald the coming
of beauty for eyes to behold
tiny gifts of love
blessed by the hand from above.

Tender flowers dot the landscape here
as we walk along the quiet streets
lost in our thoughts gazing beyond
at houses dark, not yet stirring
and in secret places between the green
small blossoms peer at us as if to say
good morning, come enjoy our love
for it’s not long that we stay
and we say farewell and move along
finding with each turn something new
as life blooms all around us
we smile and feel the peace
of another beautiful day
as it comes to life
in color.

Photo taken in our front garden, enjoying the many lovely colors and each day on our walk, we seem to find new enchantment abound on each street we move down.