A new year of dreams and inspiration

Coming soon in a moment near you, a new year filled with the richest dreams and blessings of happiness. I hate resolutions and the idea of them so I like to think of it as dreamsolutions instead. To write out what I want and then go about making it happen. The universe has my back, I just need to let it do its job with a little creativity from my mind.

So on this New Year’s Eve, another day filled with little relevance except to know that every moment in life counts, not just today but every day, and that not just only today, but each and every one of them we are given should be a joyous celebration of all good things.

I’ve made a list, not necessarily in any order of things I have had the pleasure of learning this year, and I know this coming one will be even bigger and better.

  1. I will have to write 2016 at least ten times before I remember it, which once I get back to work will only take ten minutes😊. Okay, easy peasy.

  2. Forgiveness is for many so hard to give, but it is truly the best gift you can give yourself.

  3. Laugh daily or else.

  4. Do not hold yourself responsible for others thoughts and feelings. Their reaction is about them and not you and once this trick is mastered, all else falls into place. Sometimes turning away and not giving a crap is also the best gift you can give yourself.

  5. Dream Big always. Don’t think something is too far out of reach because as soon as you think it is, you’ve taken the first step towards failure in succeeding.

  6. Sometimes when you think you’ve failed, you may be pleasantly surprised to see that the lesson found was worth it, therefor its no longer a failure, right?

  7. Walk away from negativity no matter where you find it or whomever is spewing it. Life becomes a big sucky vacuum when you let others drag you down. Be the balloon that rises above it, snip your string and float away to better visions.

  8. Sing and dance, write or engage in your bliss and follow your passion even if others don’t support you. Often you will find it’s their fear doing the talking, trying to keep you stagnant and the same because change can be a big scary place. Don’t let their fear stop you and you’ll find the louder the talk, the more intense the fear so open your arms wide and run right into it, smash it to little bits and say there, take that you stupid fear. I’m going to do it my way! It worked for Frank after all.

  9. If you’re doing something you’re not passionate about, don’t do it. Simple.

  10. If someone says something or touches you in some way shape or form, make sure you let them know. It’s these things that make life a pure joy and one of the easiest ways to lift someone up. Hint….by lifting others, you lift yourself. Try it and see.

I could go on and on and perhaps bore you to tears so I shall leave off with this. Today is a day just like any other. Beautiful and spectacular and it can only be what You make it, so make it good my beautiful friends. Spread love, spread joy and spread blessings for another moment in this vast universe we call our home. 

Peace and love and happy new day.


A dance of butterflies

I watched you from afar

Moving gracefully on a gulf breeze

Moving in and out of the pines

Almost shy in your beauty

Hiding from view.

I followed where you led

And suddenly found

You had gone from my sight

Only to be found sitting

High on my shoulder

Waving your gorgeous wings at me

Like the longest lashes on a beauties eye,

And you stepped about 

Perhaps thinking my orange shirt were a flower

And your wings fluttered and lifted

Sweeping past my cheek the lightest of kisses

As you once again danced upon invisible air

And I smiled at the sight

For it had been much too long

Since I’ve seen your kind

And paradise it is sure to be

With the light hearted whimsy

Of butterfly dances

In my blessed back yard.

Watching the lovely antics of a Monarch flitting about my yard and the most magical of all, landing upon me to rest for a spell before dancing once more before moving on her way.

2015 in review

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There is a lightness 

Somewhere in life there lies

A lightness of life, 

Like bubbles converging to create their own scene

Of color and driftingness amongst

The day to day

Everyday mess that becomes the moments

Of our wakefulness.

I feel your words drifting through my fingers

Like a solution of water

And a soap of silk sensation

That leaves a residue of importance,

Of childhood bliss of impromptu moments

Blowing bubbles into the wayward wind,

And I find so much joy in these moments

Of carefree thoughts and being

Just what this moment calls for,

Nothing more and nothing less.

Yet I am continually over ruled

By notions of what should be,

Of what must be and I stomp my foot

Like a wayward third grader saying no, 

this is what I meant to say…to be

On my way through the emporium of illusion ,

Where worlds have no boundaries

And life is simply

All we want it to become

And to find there is nothing wrong 

With believing

With achieving

With finding in a glimpse of something

So glittering and small,

Yet so amazing

As this moment of space and time

Like a hundred bubbles floating

Just doing their thing,

Just being happy and carefree.

Plumeria pass

Past shell imbedded streets still cool

Comes the time before the sun begins

And the feet move along at a happy jaunty gait,

We reach the curve where the old fence guards

Empty yards as it decays into rusty tentacles,

The scent of plumeria rich on the air

Waving in a simple gulf breeze

Welcoming us to come and inhale

The seasons of this life.

Pale flopping flowers

Petals at our feet like the waiting

Of kings and queens to tread upon the blanket

Of pale pink silken bits

That fall like confetti

To the ground.

The season of slowness comes to bear

Warmth we find nothing to compare

And the blooming plants on this quiet morning walk

Fill yards and the magnificent spiked plants that reach out 

Waving their arms to the sky

There is no sound but for the birds,

The flocks wandering on grasses searching

Keeping wary eyes on the hounds as we travel by

And the legs that carry us

Still waking from slumber becoming loose

Muscles stretching keeping pace

In the morning place

Of home.

A beautiful morning walk as the sun was just beginning to rise up and the plumeria on the corner curve waiting, rich scents filling a moist air, a life to explore each waking morn. Photo found on Internet.

Could I

Say I miss you

Like the ground misses the drying healing effects

Like words that can make no sense

coming from these lips

Yet in between words never said

That thoughts of disjointed good times that wait

Like a child waits for Christmas

Or gift

Or happier days

And then it happens,

Out of nowhere

Here they come and this sudden joy,

Yes,,this bouyant laughter fills the spaces

Where emptiness sat like a teen at an exam,


Knowing there was something more and the words spill

Down and rushing,

Like a broken dam that falls on the witless souls who thought

This was how it was going to be forever

Because nothing changes

And everything changes

And we can’t stop the flood gates

While Rome burns and The southern cities fall below

The drowning waters that could be stopped

With simple words like

You are here again

And if we drown,

We drown together

And I can smile knowing that the loneliness is held

At bay like the tiger under the big top

Simply fed on a hug and a steak

Or the knowing that there is no fear,

Only a soft hand

To stroke the molten fur.
I hold no image to these words, simply let them stand on their own disjointed merit and regaining we balance after being away a bit too long. Into the trap door I fall again….bearings straight and smiling.

Letting go

Finding the key to the winding down

Of time and thoughts into

A package of broken knobs and pieces

Gathered at some time

For reasons and purposes now unknown.

It stands still in this land

Where thoughts move in dreams

Rocked into a state by hammock breeze

And the warmth filtering into the bones

Grown old as each minute passed by

Unspent and unused

Except by thoughts that ran away for a bit,

Took the trail marked paradise this way

And forgot about the concept of minutes and seconds

Because they always come back round,

But here we had forgotten

In the silence of just moving slowly

Caught adrift beneath blue skies

And birds that became new

Mocking us perhaps as they gathered

For a winter that approaches soon,

But here we sit

Toes dirty and brown with earth

Arms turning a hue forgotten before

Back in that land where time mattered

And left behind still for more Suns and moons to rise,

To greet and say daily goodbyes

Spent and in bliss

In this state of eternal nothingness.

Just some thoughts on the not a care about time passing by on this lovely vacation beneath a sun that calls us from within to partake in the daily Vitamin D lost to the North of us, living life as a dream and relaxation is the password to get in.

Silver sun thoughts

Moving in circles

Following the tides of the moon lit mind

Swimming through in waves

Silver sun thoughts schooled

In being.

Ripples and patterns,

Slivers of thousands against the grain

Disrupting the ebb and flow

Just to be moving

In and out

Of an ocean deep

Floating on a bliss of now.

Scattered flecks of color

Spark a riot of images in the mind

Of dancing fins and sparkling scales

Weightless in the pool

Returning round to the beginning

And riding into the setting sun

Gazing above into the blue.

Untitled thought

There hung a moon in the ceiling of clouds

Hidden from view

Silver hues of grey filtering barely through

Seeking to sit a spell with an audience

Of one

And I drifted over, pushing aside the misty shapes

To make room on the seat of a craggy rock,

And I slid into a waking dream,

 I was moving on dark waters searching for round orbs,

Pucks perhaps that held magic

And I watched the comings and goings of the strangers around me,

If nothing else but to see how the game was played,

What the goal of finding these pucks meant.

The different colors meant different things

And I would grab one up

Only to find disappointment,

It wasn’t working,

Not like it was for the others,

So I stopped and thought surely, there must be a trick to this,

To gathering the right ones,

And so I watched to see which ones in particular were being picked up

And it seemed to me the lighter smaller pucks were the ones,

The others merely decoys,

And with a light heart I gingerly picked a shining luminescent white and rippled blue one,

The one that spoke to me the most,

And I looked up with the widest smile

And realized I was amongst the stars,

Behind the curtain of clouds

Hanging amongst the most beautiful shining lights

And I laughed aloud

And a sound like twinkling crystal filled the air.

It was a beautiful moment and I knew then,

To truly find the magic

Certain things needed to be done.

The darkest night of greys and black needed to be let go,

That I needed to seek out that divine light,

That I had to feel the purity in a heart

That had sat silent too long,

That had forgotten the magic

Of the piece of stars gathered

And wished upon with love.
Gearing back into writing mode with a jump start after reading the lovely poetry of a friend. Needing to Embrace the magic once more on this full moon Christmas Eve.

Beautiful art found at Janewatsonart.com

Sweet thoughts 

The weather outside is so delightful

No cocoa to ease a snow so frightful

When the sun is shining down

There will not be a single frown

On the beach for holiday

With hearts so light and gay

Toes in the sand

Drink in the hand

And no snow, and no snow

Still no snow.

The palms are waving lightly

And our cheeks are pink and smiling brightly,

Not a care on the mind

Left it all behind

With the cold

And the snow

And the grey skies that blow,

A home so new for the holidays

With blue shining water and calm flowing waves,

I think we really like it this way

Strolling hand in hand

Pups are running in the sand

And Christmas in Venice a treat to the senses

Happy holidays my friends

Just a fun little post to make you smile.