Passion for life

The sun has slipped below the horizon and I sit here listening to music, Something from George, I think it was, and I should know that…I should, and normally I’d be a bit upset about the not knowing….but Something tells me that all that matters is that after all of these years, I still listen to it with such a love, the passion that inspired it…now that is what its really all about. 

Lately I’ve been taking many trips down memory lane of song, of sound, and even in silence I grasp the minutiae of yesterday. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes, not so much. Just a bittersweet feeling of where I’ve been, who I’ve been, and who I’ve yet to become. I believe mostly in the becoming….as time creates change, hope inspires, and we are left at the end of the day saying…I did what I could…I can rest content…and I call it a day. No regrets, no coulda, no shoulda, and no woulda. It is what it is. I’m not who I was five, ten or even fifteen years ago….a note, this photo was from almost ten years ago. Scary days, hopeful days…and I’m still here, older, wiser, and some days having fun too, which I think is the ultimate goal. If you can’t laugh, if you can’t smile and be playful, what’s the point? 

And so I listen, and I listen some more….good old Frank….when I was 21…it was a very good year….but for me it wasn’t…but that was then, this is now, and now and tomorrow are all that matters…you can’t change yesterday, can’t erase a minute or an hour ago…but it’s back there….the now is all. I guess the thought is always be brave, get out there and sing, dance, laugh, no one cares….but it’s what makes the end of the day that much more special.

 Hubby swiped our window frog today with paint accidentally, then asked me if I wanted to see….I’m not crawling through the garden in sandals but it made me inwardly smile….he looks like the house now, camouflaged in Soleil colored paint…..he was almost white to begin with, but now we have a fashionable frog….who can’t smile at that…it’s the little things that add up in the end. 

He may not be the actual frog that got striped, but he’s related…gummy feet to suction…and he lives there with two lady? Friends…..yeah, cause that’s how he rolls…now a fashionista of Florida. Be positive, don’t look back, and don’t let the Soleil catch you cryin’.

Peace, love and sweet dreams my friends, got some nice sun fresh dried sheets calling my name….although they do have some dog prints on them since this afternoon…I had to take that nap you know….and if Mommy naps, the pups nap too…..getting older, getting better and still smiling.

Kim

Into life

Rhythm of movement as color streaks across

Into life these splashes fill

The empty vessel of the everyday 

Into a rainbow of bliss.

Simple journey to live art on the streets

Taken from walls

The blackboard words left behind

Creation of a new speak

Of peace.

Graffiti eyes move through crowds

While smiles throw confetti on fear

For the moment is now as the drum beats on

Marching in a dervish dance

Beneath the skies of a universe

For a moment united,

Whole.

NaPoWriMo-Day Eight- Dance of the desert rose

I saw them there dancing beneath the sun,

Arms high as if in praise,

In ecstasy they stood tall

Curves smooth and flowing

Legs flowing into the earth.

A gift to see these dancing forms,

Free and wild with abandon they beckoned me,

Join in the celebration of magic and life,

To swing and move feeling it all

The joy of living,

The happiness everything around us.

They reached out as if to say

This is all that matters child,

Here and now beneath the sun

And when she sets another will rise

Giving light this new moon to ignite

The spirit and passion

In this dance of the desert rose.

Day eight prompt was to pick a flower and write a poem about it, my neighbor gave me as a house warming gift, a desert rose but alas the one bloom it possessed had fallen off so in her stead, I found his image which made me feel happy and they seem to me to be dancing, these big curvaceous blooming trees and of course I had to join in. Enjoy, dedicating this to Elouise….you will dance to the new steady beat….thinking of you with joy and all that is good.

Peace

K