Between storms

Her aura colored grey
mixed with muted shades of hope
caught between storms
yesterday against today.
She raged like a cyclone against
everything she had tried to glean
that slipped away in a fast rushing stream
smashed upon the rocks so aimlessly.
The clouds spoke to ears that were closed
as she waited for the lights from above
to stream through and cast direction,
to banish the fury
for her hope and need.
Stranded upon the crumbling rock
she cried out in surrender to the might of above
weak and tired closing her eyes
waves lifting her to carry her past
that which she thought would devastate,
standing on firm ground
feet caked with grains of shells and sand,
clouds cleared to show the way
and the stars that spoke of a new today
just keep the faith
leave the rest behind,
Rain tapered to a gentle soft stroke
the words she spoke so long ago,
now ringing in ears eager to hear,
the beauty,
the light,
it’s finally here.

Sun whispers

I need to be in the whisper of a setting sun

as the rays fall down upon me like the dream of stars

that wait behind the curtain

readying their selves for their evening role.

I long to touch the sky as the night air cools this atmosphere

and my mind reaches into the banks of the day,

remembering moments of ups and downs,

ready for the darkness to envelop my thoughts

taking them into the bliss of a dream of tomorrow.

I wait as the silence fills the spaces,

as the birds nestle down for the night that holds

softly like a mothers hands,

and I watch as their white forms turn to nothing,

no longer visible,

only imagined in my mind from what I’d seen

waiting for the whisper to come

a gift from the setting sun.

 

But the eyes are blind…

And so it goes round again to the Little Prince book. Yesterday was a rain event down here in Florida (which if you watch the weather/news you’d know who Colin was) and being pretty much shuttered in, somewhere between bursts of rain and cool breezes, life gave me time to ponder more than I normally would…which is too much if you ask me, but I did it regardless. I could have gotten a lot of writing done but perhaps it was the barometric pressure of the system upon us, I just needed to take a bit of a step back and ponder. Now I’m sure you’re sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what it was I was pondering, right? Okay, so I will let you know. Blessings. Lots and lots of blessings and the perspectives around said blessings.

So above in the picture you see the bottom of the pool. I wasn’t trying to capture the image of the bottom, but trying for the million little drops of water that were falling pretty much non-stop. I took quite a few pictures yesterday and it was only after I sat back and took a look at them, did my perspective change. Sometimes we’re trying to get whats on the surface, yet if we look deeper, the answers may just be there, big things, those answers are, shouting out “Hey, look at me. I’m here, can you see me now?”. So in this picture I see a few drops but below, what is only half of an emblem, looks like a rising sun. It will pass. This rain, this storm, everything…it will pass. I tend to get down on myself for not doing what it is I should be doing, what feels right doing, etc….I need to give myself a break. I kept encountering angel numbers again yesterday, all week as a matter of fact, 111 primarily and 444. Google Doreen Virtues answers on what the angel numbers mean, any that you see repetitively, and see if it doesn’t have some measure of truth. Anyway, kept encountering those two numbers, and it was only when I stopped and paid close mind, realize there was a message there, a message I had been ignoring for the last few days. Manifesting…I do it quite often and I think I began to take it for granted. So hence the pondering and letting the messages talk to me yesterday. It left me feeling calm today upon waking and even though I feel tired, I know there is so much more I want to get out of today. Another image that threw me off is this one:

What seems to be a cross upon the pool, again trying to take pictures of the little drops and ripples gave me a cross. This cross is the beams to the metal lanai, not all of the beams  showed up in the water, just this one. More reminders that I’m not in this storm alone and the Good Lord has my back, as always. Another image from the floor of the lanai:

At some point we reach a fork in the road, if I’m the little metal button at the top, I know I’m going to get there soon….past the rough patches, a few smooth spots but it will come, I just need to trust in myself to choose the right one. All of this, just from a few pictures taken during a rain storm. I never know why I take these, all I know is that afterwards, I glean some insight from what I have. Reasons and purposes via Kodak. The rest of the “But the eyes are blind” quote is “One must look with the heart”, I believe sometimes one must look within and also with the heart and then the scenery will give you answers you didn’t know you were asking for. That’s how this life works….pretty F*ing amazing (Right Elizabeth?) and you thought I was going to say it….nope….I only say that when I see this:

After realizing the cat has now found a way to the top of my closet, and of course lies on my clothing…that had been free of cat hair….I think I’ve disturbed her catnap…but she did leave a deceased mouse(perhaps he drowned and she was performing cat to mouse resuscitation) on the back cement patio so I guess she can stay there….for now. I will post more later today with any luck and will leave you with our not so angelic number dweller.

I think I shall call him Herman. Although he has many siblings, so perhaps they will all be Hermans. The number hermit.

Peace and blessings and watch, there’s always a sign… K