Snack attack….OMG

Okay, I know….I’m at heart such a child and in being one, have a very large fondness for peanut butter and jelly. Remembering the days of youth, pulling the hot sweaty little sandwich out of my wrinkled paper bag, seeing the purple shade coming through where the heavy apple smushed the little sandwich with the crusts cut off. Gummy white bread and PB&J, the smell that filled the cubicle of all the other little kids who had the same, intermingling with the scent of warm bologna and mayo from the other kid who ate the same thing every day. Now I loved PB&J but I couldn’t eat it every day. Now that I’m an all grown up child in adult person form, saw these while perusing the frozen foods aisle of things I don’t eat anymore if possible, processed pasta in white creamy sauces, Sara Lee Pound cake, you get the idea…but I saw this lonely and sad looking little box sitting at the bottom of the shelf of kid’s food stuff in Publix and thought, a-ha….no gummy white bread, just graham crackers, those are healthy right? And it looked to be not a ton of PB&J, but as Goldilocks said…..”Just right”. Into the cart they went as hubby raised his eyebrows in dismay and I with a smile said, at least it isn’t gummy white bread, right? So I made it to check out with my snack in tow, rushed it home and slipped it in the freezer where it belonged. Now I know hubby won’t eat it, not a big PB&J fan that I know of….he was more the bologna kid from school so I get six of these bad boys for myself.

So, a few days later, I feel a bit snacky so I dive into the freezer for one. It says you can eat it frozen or thaw it out and knowing how good a frozen Twinkie tastes (I only know this from childhood….along with frozen hoho’s and we slept in a room in the basement where the “Excess” freezer which was locked lived, and big sister knew where the key was hidden….but no, we never broke in and ate anything in there….really…..wink wink) and so I carefully peeled open the wrapper, kind of like Charlie expecting the golden ticket but folding it back and seeing this thin little snack, felt a little disappointed….until I bit into it. OMG….it’s like crack for adults. If you like PB&J, you’ve got to pick up a box. The outer disclaimer bestowed its fine virtues, see:


Pretty snazzy, huh? Just ignore? the calorie content…270 or so, but if this is my lunch, I suppose I could do worse. But the taste, wow, just the right amount of all the good things. Now if they could make this in S’mores flavor, that would be awesome….except I don’t think a frozen S’more would pack the same appeal cold instead of hot steamy chocolate. If I had to rate it on the five-star system, I would give it four and a half, but this computer doesn’t have emoji’s so I have to settle for simple words. If you like ice cream sandwiches and PB&J, don’t want all the calories/dairy/etc… of an ice-cream sandwich but want to feel like you’re eating one with the amazing flavor and crunch of the graham, well this is your snack. Now get off the couch, put down the Cheezy Poofs and go grab a box before they’re gone….It’s a Grand Slam….unlike my beloved Rays these days…..sigh….besides, what’s more American than PB&J and a winning baseball team? I guess I will have to settle for the PB&J, for now anyway. Happy fourth peeps 🙂

We shall

Under summer star filled skies

In a place where wishes are spent

In abundance

For they fall at our feet

And we just laugh and laugh

For the lightness of everything

Asks for nothing more

Except this,

This very moment beneath the dipper

And the moon that sits waiting

To hear our whispered dreams.

We will sit here when we grow old

Yet we will remain young

For that is where our thoughts dwell

In the playground

Swinging back and forth

Kicking higer into the clouds

That make the ceiling of this happy house

And the sun will smile at us,

At the joy we spill like lemonade

Shiny yellow sweetness

And I will look at you then

As I do now,

With so much love

The universe could never contain.

We shall be there

Living our moments

Reaching for our dreams

And we shall laugh and dance,

For that is all that will matter

At the end of our days,

That we did it all together

That love is all.

To be…or not to be

A night of magic
An eve of fun….
I could be a minion yellow
A happy Twinkie like fellow
Or a mermaid in an ocean deep,
or A sparkly neon orange pumpkin peep.
An eerie ghost in gossamer silk
A cowgirl with her black and white leather
A flapper girl with a peacock feather.
I could be a raven of deepest black
Or a Monopoly man with a snazzy top hat,
A sexy witch with a smoking brew
Or A rap star from 2live crew,
A football player with a tiny ball
An egg that sits high on a wall,
A cat that walks down alleys and streets
Or my husbands fave, a grilled cut of meat.
I could be a singer in hippie garb
Or a make shift pac man chasing ghosts
Now that’s an image I dig the most.
I could be you, my blogger friends
Like Wonder Woman and superman
Just flying high on Halloween.
But I’m no longer seventeen
Yet still able to be young and fun at heart
But to be Marge Simpson or even Bart
Can make me smile
And whistful too
Come join the fun
We’ve just begun
What will you be this Hallows eve?
Just leave a note or a suggestion too
Come now there’s still so much to do,
More candy to gather
And tricks to give,
So let me know when I see you there
What’s under the mask,
What’s hiding there.
Do you dare to play along my friend?
Or will this finally be the end
Of silly thoughts
And costumes dreamed
Excuse me while I let loose and scream
To set the mood
For frightening fun
Enough I guess,
Because now I’m done.

Orchestral universe

Singing to seasons
Drums throbbing beat fills the space
Compartmentalized machines move
As eyes fill with wonder and joy
Running rivers like rain
Here we go again.
Back to days and ages of yesterday
Music filling each pore
Turn it up
Turn it up
To sing the forgotten words
The tribe of Genesis.
Across ponds you may hear it
The steady yet erratic beating
Fills the body with rhythm.
In my life to date,
I’ve danced on volcanos
And gathered sand from deserts,
Touched the depths of oceans blue
And emptied sacks of tears.
Yet driving through this journey
Of time and endless space
Always brings me back
Feet planted firmly
On solid damp ground,
Yet head in the stars
Telling secrets born of love
Images of laughter and mirth
Gave birth to the soul
That sits here now.
As tears fall so happily
At finding an old friend
In the bottom of the music bin
And I listen
And I feel suddenly so alive.

I needed to change-up my music in the car this morning and felt an aching need to revisit the entire album A trick of the Tail. Driving damp dark streets and listening to the amazing drums on Squonk found me with tears in my eyes at the miracle of music, of how it can fill the soul with so much joy. The Windows moved to the bass and my mind moving to thoughts of when I first bought it and how I had never heard anything like it in my life. Moving from one track to the next as I looked to the cloudy skies knowing that somewhere Mad man moon sat smiling. Wow, what an amazing experience on this Wednesday. Do yourself a favor, pop in some music you haven’t heard in ages and just turn it up, live in the melody and just feel it all. Let me know what you’re rocking it out to today.
Namaste my friend, K

Amazing photo found at :

Wishes found

Finding pennies
Collecting change in places
Turning on a dime
To reach down and gather
Wishes found.
Hole in pocket releases
Copper passed from hand to hand
To drawers of black
And back again
Slipping out
Along the way
Saved in jars for raining days
Scattered on the ground
Like a lowly piece
Not worthy to hold.
Wished upon
In fountains blue
Penny thoughts
From me to you.

Right here, right now

Songs play in my mind
Yesterday memories go running by
Days passed and days to come
Yet right here
Right now
Is the time we are alive
Breathing in and out
The time has come
Happy soul and open eyes
To the sun as she rises
To say hello
The dark is no more
And the colors before me
Falling leaves and naked trees
Spinning worlds that have no beginning
And no end
The weekend filled with expectations
Of sweaters worn as the days grow short
And cold winds blow
And nights of blankets
Staying in
But that’s tomorrow
And today’s here now
As the minutes move
I think of you
Of roads well-travelled and beauty to find
Here and there and everywhere
Living in joy
And a spirit clear
To laugh
To love
To be
In the now.

Her words left me feeling groovy… come on get happy…..peace, K

Art of noise

Wipers sway sliding across
The silver of slippery glass
The voice surrounds
Edging out my thoughts
Gentle peace disrupted
The screeching bird goes on
And on in rage or sorrow
But it don’t matter
Can’t hear her wail
Flick of the wrist
Silencing so swift.

He smiles through the waves
Happy to clap in a roofless room
And the joy contagious
Foot moves to the rhythm
Feeling like dancing suddenly
Yet I’ve got places to go
Moving through this glistening darkness
Feeling the beat of the world.
I didn’t want the drama
Just a bit of gleeful soul
When choices made
The dream can relate
To the moving forward
Not mired down
In business that sells millions,
Just give me a smile
And a jig like beat
As wheels move on down the empty street,
Seeing red lights flash
And it’s back to school,
So bag the trash and find the door
Like back in time
Come on my friends,
let’s boogie some more.

Okay, maybe perhaps I got a good night sleep last night but the morning drive in drizzly rain was not helped by Taylor Swift (sorry friends)girly pop, but man that Pharrel can make me smile…..because I’m happy….thanks for bearing with my goofy verse this morning. Happy Tuesday and stay grooving.

Matters of the path

To move about following signs
Skipping off the path
When we find the time,
Exploring without and within
Jump right back into place
And begin again.
Does it matter which way we move
Where no answer is wrong
And the soul will always approve
To keep forging on and follow the wind
On the road of life
We dare to dream
Of places unseen
Of friends yet to meet
And somewhere in between we find
Maybe the compass shifted us off course
So we right ourselves with a gentle smile
Nothing gained and nothing lost,
But we wake each day
With the highest hope
To climb that hill,
To hang tight to the rope.
But if we let go into the unknown
Now that is the wildness of soul
Set free to be the greatest thing
To find the place to be whole
To find peace and bliss,
Throw away the compass now
And Mark your own maps of life
Because where you are
Is where you’re meant to be
To learn
To grow
To be ready
To fly.

Barely there

Head in the clouds
Whimsical thoughts play hopscotch
One to another
Climbing yet higher
Barely there.
Alone with these images
Summer clouds
Here then gone
Dissipated into the blue.
Wall of sky a blackboard
For creating and erasing
With the blink of an eye
Searching the shapes
Images move past lazily,
I see the form
A childish toy giving smiles
Just because
I too am bearly there
Sitting and watching
The world
Bright and lively
Like a child’s laugh
And the joy of an adult
At the nature of it all.

I found this image and for some reason found it just a fun pic for a Wednesday. Hot summer days and the color blue so cooling in its way…and fuzzy bear sitting and just watching the clouds. Have an amazing day my friends. Stay cool. K

Simple morning thought

Under shadowed skies it comes to me
Simple light filtering through
Reaching to find the thoughts left behind
A morning rises to find me waiting.
This day of quiet broken by
A tree that falls in the near distance
And the abrupt call of an owl
That slices the air
Like a knife,
Life then moves past this second,
Resuming the pace of a beating heart
Steady in simplicity I walk.
These mornings of darkness come to greet
Eyes that struggle to see
Through shadows and shapes
I breathe in and out and relax
In these surroundings I find peace to start
This Monday moment
And you fill my thoughts and I wonder
Do you hear the quiet and peace
Hundreds of miles away
As you sip your coffee
And smile gently?
The simple thoughts,
The clarity of feeling whole
You are on my mind
And that fills my heart
With the simple magic
Of this, our life.