Splendor of skies

How can we not love the rain,

wet, damp, coming at awkward moments

as we rush to and fro

living our everyday lives

with no time for this shower

drops the size of dimes splashing down

we shelter ourselves as best we can

beneath inadequate umbrellas and eaves

as it soaks through cotton

we sigh and glance up to see,

how far and how long

till we can make that break

to a better place.

In the distance the glow surfaces,

the end of the storm on hand

and we smile for we know

that even though it was just an inconvenience,

better things wait round the corner,

as the grey moves off and the humidity rises

with the evening sunset poised to take flight

into the far side of the earth,

we gaze above to find the splendor that waits,

and we watch with gleeful smiles

blessed to have witnessed this view

and to capture just a bit

to prove it was no mirage

but a color slide into our hearts

bringing peace with its being.

Photo taken this past week above our home. Rain daily but with a gift like this, who can really complain?

In a place

We were there,
in that magical place where color finds
sensibilities at peace,
eager and open to gather in,
the magic of each moment
like a word that invokes memories
and a scent that draws us closer
to yesterdays once more.
I dreamt of charms,
blues and pinks and greens
the color of happy,
the essence of childhood
searching through the depths of the mundane
knowing within there lay a prize,
and in my eagerness I think I must have laughed aloud,
drawing attention to the shy self,
never making waves,
but somewhere within knowing
there were rainbows and stars,
hearts and moons just for me
all the things I had searched for-
not so very far for I knew not
what lay behind the large wooden door,
beyond the keep of the home
but that box,
oh, that box with the smiling child-man,
that’s what mattered then….
to have them all,
gathering the charms in my circle
counted and hoarded like an ancient soul
to share or keep,
just the undying desire
to never stop searching
for that colorful magic
that waited at my fingertips…..
how did I not make the connection
that really,
thats what life was all about.
Still looking,
always looking.
Thoughts on lingering thoughts of life….and Lucky Charms marshmallows….

Of the sea and sand

We leave imprints in the sand of hearts,

friends and days filled to overflowing

moments shared for just a small bit of time

just enough to cement the bond

of smiles and laughter

understanding and kinship.

We live by the sea that flows like a thousand days

passing us by often too quickly,

capturing snippets of a memory to carry

along for the ride through the skies.

You can only gather so much

hands in a frenzy to take in each piece of beauty,

and a page of each lesson learned,

every new color embossed upon our thoughts.

The Opera Rose who speaks to all,

and a pastel water filled world unfolding,

a word or thought,

a sigh or smile,

it all means so much when brought together

and embraced like a wildflower that thrives

in the direst of circumstance,

and we never question what happens,

why certain people we encounter just surface at that right time,

like mermaids and the mighty octopi of the depths,

mysterious yet embraced because we know

in the deep of trust we find the good,

we sit mesmerized by the gifts life gives

as it indeed knows just what is needed

at those times when souls collide

like a thousand stars in skies beyond our view,

we embrace the finite of the here and now

knowing tomorrow is just another day

unlike any before or any that will follow,

an emptiness will linger

as we empty our cups of used colour,

we are humbled to leave our prints,

allowing them to be washed away as the moon rises

and another night departs,

our thoughts remain stoic and strong

knowing where there are friends within

we will rise to the surface to find

a golden sun setting

or an almost full moon rising

to bookend the time

between yesterday and tomorrow.

Thinking of a beautiful soul I met this Spring, who filled my day with a light happy calm and a smile to light up any moment, may the ride home be calm and peaceful and your days be full until your return, and always know that you’ve enriched my life as no one else will ever do. To Seattle Sue ❤ Peace and blessings, and a special shout out to Angie ’cause I know you’re reading this. No comments needed my beautiful friend, just happy you’re a big part in my little piece of this universe ❤ to friends ❤ priceless.

 

Colors of life

By the sea

hues find me with eagerness

filling in the blanks with drops

captured image on cotton of white,

creation of beauty

sweeping me away

the boundaries I try to stay within.

Tie-dye shell of my hearts whimsy

I close my eyes and see the scene

a hundred souls running towards the sea

free from the shell

bliss in being alive,

we swim into the unknown

taking chances and learning with each stroke

how to swim in waves of colors unknown.

I hear the sound of waves from memory,

sweeping me over their frothy waves

and carrying me towards the setting sun

low on horizon

the internal compass knows the way

as I follow the stars

as I may.

My last art class for now, a sea turtle with an amazing group of women and although I do need a bit of touch up on the eye where the splatter got a bit too close (had to rush to work and should have taken the extra minute of care) I am quite happy with this almost finished product and thought I’d share. Happy turtles make me smile 🙂 peace and blessings, K

Dog poop and yummy food

So our neighbor inquired if we had been, how shall I say it, putting dog poop bags into his garbage can. I stifled a laugh and of course said Nope, wasn’t us. Our neighbor doesn’t use his garbage can, he makes one tiny bag per week that sits on his lawn, soaked by his sprinkler system and I suppose the garbage men get to pick up wet and drippy but “clean garbage” when all is said and done. Well, apparently he had just looked into his can for the first time in forever and found a dog poop bag with a gift within. He was a mite upset about the whole ordeal, and it’s not like he’s an old cranky codger or anything, in his early sixties at best. Now I pick up our dogs gifts that they bestow daily like clockwork, tie it tight and slap it on my back in the pack I carry. I take it home where I have a metal can specifically for these gifts. So flash forward a day and he asks my husband again if he’s seen anyone in his yard depositing Fifi’s little gifts into his trash can. Of course we have not, and once again, no it isn’t us. I figure he must have upset someone in the neighborhood, how I do not know but we hope he puts up a camera and catches the suspect soon. He is not a dog owner or he would obviously be making more garbage per week, I should know, our two are never-ending machines at making gifts. I am still chuckling about it and at least someones picking up their dog poop besides us.

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On another note, but a much nicer one, hubby made a scrumptious breakfast today and I thought I’d take a pic and share. My girl Lady G had a post the other day asking about what people are cooking up these days and today we were blessed to partake in this:

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Now that there is cinnamon apple bread french toast with real New York maple syrup with chicken breakfast sausage to compliment. See, and you thought this whole piece would be about dog poop, didn’t you? So what’s happening in your neighborhood that’s given you a laugh lately or what’s cooking good-looking? Please share, the world needs more chuckles and growling stomachs.

Cotton candy

Thoughts spun like the sweetest sugar

essence of cotton candy memories painted

skies and seas conform to need

learning as the days go by.

Form and function never cease

but to set it free in midnight dreams

of a universe that moves about me

carrying my thoughts like a child in arms.

I reach back in to plumb the depths

where treasure waits for sight and touch,

I move closer to the lovely prize

like a thousand birds that take to flight

this quiet night.

I lose myself in minutes long

and blend it all in for it to become

a piece of the whole dripping lightly

with point and flat I feel myself flowing,

diving deep to become one with it all.

There is no storm-tossed water,

just tranquil blue beneath the setting sun,

rocking gently to the lapping of the waves

bare feet keeping harmony

to the song of this heart.

Precious

Days shine brightly on a heart that hears

the sounds of shuffling papers in boxes,

tearing open gently to peer within,

like the thoughts of a soul knowing

greatness has been delivered.

Colorful images make for smiles

and words teased out by blue ink thoughts

spelled out so lightly and carefree,

open the heart to the gifts of friends

as letters sent and received,

the sweetest things indeed,

pieces of the heart given in love.

I am always so excited to get the old proverbial “snail mail” delivered to my mailbox, I rush out (adding steps to Beulah the domineering fitbit) grabbing and turning to find a pickup truck almost ready to run me down. Good thing for sneakers that move like lightning, and even though I hope that some day texting while driving is banned in Florida, I shall be a bit more careful in the future.. After all, this is a pretty quiet street, I guess my mind was basking in the sunshine and love sent from afar. Thank you to my dear heart Tre, my mind started singing Blue Guitar as soon as I opened it. I owe you one ❤

With wild abandon

Living this life in the moment

running with the rushing wind

it embraces me like a satin sheet of goodness

with wild abandon

I want to be this face

smiling at the world,

just being in this happy moment.

I download my juju’s

colorful candies just because it’s what I do,

can’t eat the make-believe but I can collect

the bright bouncing images

that make me smile

and I don’t know why

like a game I often have no time to play,

I keep gathering the glittering jewels

for someday soon.

I want to have that shining eyed look,

feeling the muscles as they twitch and burn

and the body feeling so very alive

as the feet touch earth

even when the mind

is high above in the clouds

floating on a drifting wind of bliss.

I watch the clock

things to do in short order

like a cook that ran out of eggs

before the last omelet made,

time to get creative and squeeze just a bit more

of life from these fingers

that one now feels tingly,

is it perhaps it is excited too

by the prospect of the day ahead,

just like any other day-

nothing special but still special

in a what’s gonna happen today mood.

Contradictions of life when we flip the view

and the circus dies away

and elephants roam in a state of retirement

away from the lights and stage,

do they miss those moments of a child’s smile

to see their immense selves,

the magic that through time has drifted away

to less tangible things

like pretty speckled jujus collected

that someday won’t really matter,

do the elephants now feel their feet on grassy ground

roaming happy with this look

of a dog running down a beach,

being free

being somewhere within at peace

like me.

This morning I pulled out my iPad game, downloading my colorful candies-my challenge not to miss a day or you start back at day one, and I laughed at myself because really, I don’t know why I do it, perhaps the constant repetition of habit that I set for myself. Who knows, just downloading my juju’s as I like to call them. And this picture, this face found on the internet just makes me smile-I won a penguin badge today on my new fitbit, says I’ve walked 70 miles and I think to myself wow, me? Collecting badges and things again, but it made me smile.

Reading in the paper today about the circus, took my mind to the idea of the elephants now in retirement somewhere here in Florida, and I haven’t been to the circus since I was a child but I remember the elephants, I hope they have the look of this dog, just smiling and being, perhaps going through their routine of collecting food jujus and swimming, rolling about in happiness and feeling the grass through their toes. Quite a disjointed poem today I know, but hey, it’s what came out so I let it roll.

And I’m still smiling….time to get ready for work….gotta make the soup today (3 cans in a crockpot) should be an easy day, guess I won’t be packing on many more miles before I sleep. Happy Sunday my friends, find that happy space somewhere within, or in the outer perimeters and be at peace. Blessings and love, K of the happy face 🙂

Faded into new

Had we but known

as the breath of life slipped away

leaving faded remnants of our former glory,

raw sienna and yellow ochre dying bits

we fell to earth

becoming something other

than what we had always been.

We glided down gently over time

into this lulling wispy dance

etched on water our reflection

we quietly landed unseen,

unheard by all but the universe itself,

we floated forward to destiny.

What were we to become?

we may have thought,

if we gave it any at that point,

spending time wondering at our significance

here and now we held tight

and moved with the grace of time

into new awaking moments.

Turning round curves in life’s stream of circumstance,

sometimes fast like meteors rushing past

and sometimes just laying almost still

watching the clouds above

we ended in a place

gathered together to fade into earth,

we became the next step

as progress and seasons moved past,

our souls reaching to begin again

sheltering the roots anchored deep

in the silt of time we had become a part of,

endless circles of life forever.

3 years…

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I saw this last night but couldn’t figure out how to share it, 3 years and some things I still need to learn, will add it to the new years resolutions that I didn’t make, ha! For some reason, keep singing the song from the Flintstones…happy anniversary. I look forward to the new year ahead and more writing from the heart and soul and thank you to all for sticking with me this far. We’ve come along way baby!