Adrift

Do we move to rest

silky like water that washes over our smooth thoughts

feeling the waves settle below our limbs

gently rocking us into the deepest night

cast ashore in forgotten dreams

that reignite when eyes grow heavy

do we drift on seamless seas

where day meets night

and thoughts become our reality.

Do we sit and watch the play of winds

whistling with the rhythm set by the tides

palette of colors in clouds burned by the sun

and cooled by the lavender hues

of nights coming advance

where I sit silently on the remains

of today and the grains of granite and shell fragments

bury my toes into wet castles created

by the barrier of leg as it tries in vain

to go around

yet becomes a part of stationary soul

that once lived

now smooth and light from years of turmoil

rolled about in a sea of anger and peace

and set down in the storm

a final place to rest

to become part of the beauty that is

a view of a lens.

Glass art made by dogs

Unexpected beauty comes in all forms. We slide the glass back and forth, moving from the cool world into the jungle beyond. The Florida humidity is tempered nicely with the cool breeze of the air condition and fans within and some days we partake in a jaunt around the towns, peering into beautiful galleries filled with art creations by various hands, leaving the girls home to hold down the couch until our return…or perhaps to be creative….

My husband found our gift, painted nicely on the sliding glass door yesterday, compliments of one of the girls (Apple or Chi), they didn’t leave any paw prints to sign their name to it, not that we would be able to tell the difference if they did, but here is a beautiful flamingo. I know they made it as a gift to my husband as years ago he used to have quite the collection, and one year we even decorated our tree in pink lights, with a light up lawn flamingo at the top and all sorts of “Florida” style ornaments….it was fun and our families thought us a bit daft but that’s okay. So now we have this beautiful flamingo artwork by the drool of one of the beasties….alas….Windex will have to clean up and leave no trace of the fine work, so I captured it on camera to share with the world what my little beasties like to do when we’re not looking. I’m glad they won’t be asking to go to college to further their career in mouth art, and perhaps an extra biscuit will be in store for them later today to work their tongues into a happy froth and perhaps we will get a peacock next, pretty fan feathers and droppings to accompany.

On a side note, also celebrating today, 2500 followers. I never would have believed after writing here for two and a half years, that so many would want to read my scribblings but I thank you. I won’t draw you a flamingo in drool, no fears, but I am doing my incredible happy dance. Trust me, you don’t want to see that either.

Peace and love my friends,

Kim