Painting life

Blending the colors just so

creating the perfect shade to suit the soul

adding a little of this

a little of that,

testing to ensure proper hue.

Like life  if applied too heavily

easily thinned out a bit as the hand moves,

delicate curves to add shade and dimension

a little dilution to achieve the effect desired.

To be content in knowing we can go back

correct the mistake gently

easing the lines into a quiet blend

like a sentence spoken through silence,

the perfect specimen found through diligence,

patience and harmony in each stroke

I see this creation like life in its own way,

always changing

like mood that can be softened with the right touch,

as the water moves the mark across the cotton

I see what I feel

was a calm and quiet peace.

Day number two of my watercolor class and I found time disappearing as I lost myself in practicing the techniques taught, creating the perfect shade I wanted and leaving with my mind lost in a quiet place, pondering the sun upon me as I drove away and just enjoying the moment and happy for the lesson. Peace and blessings, K

Enough

In the heart of darkness
Each soul will rise to the occasion
Letting go of the little words that pinch,
edges grated against the shield built,
so easily we could fall once more
into the vortex which is manipulation,
once more we could cower and give in.

It takes strength to stand up,
to be strong against those who preach the prophesy
of someone else,
the unnamed face of blight,
but if not enough credit is given,
for the pool that lived within the depths for half century,
The wise shall see through the looking glass shown:

the warrior will still rise, unbroken.

For no protection is needed,
there is no maiden in distress,
there is no mind in need of salvation.

New days are on nigh,
and the clock will chime regardless
and the bell will indeed toll,
but the keeper of the madness is always very aware.
The lock and key will hold the strong fort
for the changes that will come
I have no fear.

I have learned my lessons well
and though one of few spoken word aloud,
when prompted, and provoked,
I have no need to fill your mind
with justifying babble
when only mere silence is truly due,
for One cannot be a creation built
of anothers will and constitution,
a road must be walked alone ultimately
and on that path we gather
those of love and soul
and simple like mind,
never judging,
never trying to recreate into an image,
freedom of self will rise as is the birth right to all
peace indeed always will reign
in one who believes,
who truly is fine in the skin that shelters
the essence of a good soul.

Thoughts of a mind filled with a tinge of anger tonight, but overcoming and finding the peace, for to give in to the thinking of another and take it as ones own, means to give away self, and in this new year that is drawing to a close, I am sheltering fiercly this strength and force, that I shall overcome the outer slings and arrows, that I shall be myself and no other, and that alone will afford me the peace I hold dear. I cannot, I will not, be someone other than who I am, proudly and without reserve. Looking forward to a new day, as I do each new day, new year or otherwise……gonna be a fun ride my friends, count on it, embrace it, and just be! Peace and all is good….just cleaning out the mental closet before sleep lays claim and dreams invade…always the best indeed. 💕🙏🏻☮💟💜💙💚🐾🍾💋 Happy New Year to one and all and catch you in a few hours for a thrilling new adventure in 2017. Peace and love, K✨💫 Shine on you crazy diamonds.⭐️🌟💫🌙✨💎💎💎💎💎

Changes in life

I am always amazed by the twists and turns that this wild ride called life take us on. Less than a year ago I had a job in the manufacturing sector, I was a salaried person who enjoyed some aspects of my work but hated the stress of it. After moving to Florida and taking off almost 8 months of not working I decided it was time to get back out and do something, anything for that matter. I grew tired of idly sitting by and swimming and beach going and even writing can only take me so far. I posted applications for jobs that I thought would suit me, similar in a way to what I was doing but then some that were so far removed as to be almost what I thought a bit embarrassing. I posted my resume with a company and in ten minutes received a phone call of interest. Now I’ve worked in manufacturing for 17 years, a manager at a pizzeria for 10 prior to that. I’ve worked since I was 15 years old as I was taught that I needed to take responsibility for my life, make money, get an education, etc….but I was never taught that I needed to enjoy it or have fun doing it.

Imagine my surprise now, having worked my job for two events so far and what a pleasure it is. No stress really (except for setup), and I am working at a Walmart but not for Walmart. I stand and hand out treats, snacks, coffee, etc….today will be my third day and once again am doing coffee but this time with Torani flavorings, Toasted Marshmallow, Bourbon Caramel and sugar-free S’Mores, and to go with Anna’s Ginger and Orange flavored thins cookies. I am excited lately again. I get to go to work and get paid to talk to over 200+ people each day, make them laugh and smile, I’ve even sold the product too and nothing makes me happier as when a customer circles back, holds up the box and yells over to me “I found it” and puts it in their cart. I get paid to have fun, to see smiles and yes, even to listen to the music on the overhead speakers and I dance a bit and sing to myself….and I get paid for this. Where has this job been all of my life? Now true, I’m not going to make millions but really, I have gotten to the point where if I can go to bed at night and know I did good, made someone laugh and generally had an awesome day, how can one go wrong? I had to change my mindset….get beyond the “I’m working at Walmart, sigh…” mentality and just do my best and enjoy. To be grateful and humble and truly excited to rise knowing today I’m going to see a new flock of faces and come home smelling like sweet coffee and cookies, I’ll take it. As my buddy Tre says, it’s truly the little things….and what truth that is. I’ll save a cookie for you my friends, sorry but the coffee won’t stay hot long….have an amazing day 🙂

On finding self

On his quest to the distant horizon he came upon a tree,

tired from the journey he began to walk slower,

feeling his legs had become like cement,

he saw that he was walking in water that touched his feet

and with each step, rose higher to his knees.

The water moved about him cooling and refreshing

as step by step he came closer to the magnificent arbor,

John realized it was sitting in the middle of the river.

“I come to find the purpose of my life’s journey,”

he spoke to the sky which still lay languid

cradling the sun that was beginning its descent,

it said nothing yet sent a cool breeze

and as he dried his dampened brow

felt the feeling of silk move over his head,

his few remaining hairs blowing slightly,

the man felt calm and at ease.

He stood before the grandest tree he had ever seen,

breathing deeply noticing the light scent

so very beautiful and almost floral-like,

inhaled once more and looked down into the water.

There he saw a boy,

like a movie of images moving slowly before his eyes

and he realized that boy was himself,

and the boy aged with each blink of his eye

and the boy became a young man,

and that young man went off to fight a war,

walking in jungles where firework-like bullets passed

in the deepest of darkness,

he half-carried the man beside him closer to the shore

as tears ran down his face,

saw the waiting machine and knew he was almost home.

The next image was a man in a white room,

he could feel the throbbing in his leg

that for so long had lay dormant and realized

the image was himself,

“I made it through,” he said to the sky

and next saw a man who had only one leg

and they were shaking hands, dressed in uniform

“his name had been Henry, yes, Henry” he said

yet only heard the gentle rustle of the wind.

Next he saw images of children, his own children

that were now grown with families of their own

and one little child who never made it past grade school

before the cancer had spread and taken his little girl

as she smiled at him and held up a flower.

“Her name was Daisy,” he said to the tree with tears falling.

They fell harder and faster and he wondered how he had lived so long

yet had forgotten so much.

He reached his hand out to touch the trunk of the grand tree,

and felt the tree almost sigh,

relaxed and happy the man begged to the tree,

“please, show me more”

yet the tree only stood and allowed a single leaf to fall

into the man’s hand,

and he looked at the small leaf in his hand,

taking note of the veins that ran through it

and he held it up to the last little light,

seeing the resemblance to his own spidery veins in his hand.

Closing his eyes he nodded his head,

my journey is not over yet I see

for I have not fallen yet off of the ground,

and the sky still waits for me in the distance-

I remember now what it was that I was seeking,

and I will not find it in images of the past,

though beautiful memories indeed they were,

but I will keep moving and creating

and living

for that is all that I have always done,

and that is what I must continue to do.

He opened his eyes and found the rain had started beyond his window,

leaning over he felt the breeze blow the curtain inward

as it gently brushed his face,

he lay back down and turned to see the empty space beside him,

he smelled the floral scent on her pillow,

after months just now beginning to fade softly away,

closing his eyes he slipped back into his dreams.

 

Beautiful image found on the internet.

 

She shone in glitter

I never like my smile. It’s not a bad smile, it’s just not one of those award-winning ones that you see everyone else possess. But I have been coming to conclusions recently, taking time to do what is necessary for me, time to ponder the deeper things in life that matter. This image was taken on our anniversary coming out of the restaurant where we had our wedding dinner. It was snowing, which for Western New York in February is not a rare occurrence at all and now that I live where it seems to be hot and sunny every day, I know that images like these will now also be a rare occurrence. I had my picture taken today sitting next to Santa Claus.

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The town I reside in was doing a Christmas in July thing today and tomorrow and I found him sans red shirt cooling down holding his bucket of candy canes (and showing his tattoos…who knew?). I smiled and had so much fun just talking with these “transplants” from Wisconsin (Santa and Mrs C) and I felt wonderful just being amongst these people, not caring if I took a good pic or not. Hubby took the pic of course as I’m obviously not a fan of selfies…When we got home I perused the images on the card and downloaded a few and thought, what the hell, why not. I like this picture. It is a reminder of happy days, not that I don’t have a lot of happy days but to see my smile, well, it made me smile. I felt glittery there, almost and if not as good as I felt today. Why the change? I think it’s perspective. To stop caring what others may think, to start doing what I choose to do and not what is expected. I feel as if lately a load has been lifted off of me and it feels amazing. Oh, and I was a mermaid too today.

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Darn, that was just too fun. Now you won’t catch me posting these on FB as I refuse to be one of “those” people, but here at WP where my friends are just so caring and loving, I thought I would present myself to you. (Get it, present? Christmas in July) okay, enough. I think what I really want to say is I don’t want to go out of this world ever worrying about what I should have done, what I would do differently. So damn people, I choose to be a mermaid, a Christmas kid at heart and a girl who shines like glitter. And I’m not sorry…perhaps a poem tomorrow but for today, lots of me, me wonderful me….God I’m having fun. Join me, won’t you? Let’s see your happy post of your award-winning smiles and fun caught on film. Trust me, you won’t be sorry (at least I hope not) plus you know I’m gonna like it of course. Because you are beautiful! Yeah, lets spread more of that now okay? Post a link in the comments with your favorite selfie….I dare you, I double dog dare you! I’ll be waiting.

Into light

The journey moved long into the night,

Past the stars and directional beacons

We navigated blindly yet not quite so,

Into the realm of a place called “new.”

It wasn’t on the map that led us forward

And we leaned into the twisting turning curves,

The harbingers of wrecks that could be found by those

Hurrying to the next destination,

Yet we had a calm between the two tin vessels,

Moving together in tandem,

Navigating the poles and emptiness that stood off to the side,

Ready and waiting to drag us in,

Almost like a rip-tide effect

And just as scary,

Except we knew where the path was,

And we followed the detours like tired sailers pushed into new currents,

Tossed by the winds and left ragged

Yet still content with the light that trickled through to find us,

And we kept on moving,

Kept on keeping on I think the song said,

And at the end a bright red sign

Turn here now to get back

To the place you left off,

Just a speed bump in the road,

Around a piece of real estate now covered in a mud slide

And I spoke through little boxes to you,

Feeling the heart rate return to a sense of normalcy

And the little yellow sponge smiling on the dashboard spoke in my thoughts,

It’s all gonna be alright…laughing in joy on his way

To a new day in paradise,

A caravan of tired souls ready to hang a sign,

Home at last,

Yes,

Home at last.

Hello my friends, internet goes live Friday and life shall resume its new pace of peace and normalcy. Oh how I have missed you all, six hundred emails stocked up waiting to be read and wow, made it thirteen hundred miles in one piece, a tornado just past our first night stay in Cincinatti a town away, prayers to that towns folks and so many blessings that we made it. Sorry for my absence, eager to return and loving you all who stuck by us through our lapse in life as we knew it. Peace and blessings, Kim💜 Life is truly magical⭐️🌟✨🦄

The observance of a reality

In mirrors passed she watches a stranger

Eyes deep and known like a twin flame flickering,

Hands move slowly to feel the silk

Of each curve and fold

As for the first time

Seeing the changes of life.

Who is this soul that observes 

With new eyes and understanding these things that always pass,

Like youth moving into the new age

With closed eyes not wanted to acknowledge 

Truth that it all becomes different,

That in understanding there lies a certain beauty

In the serenity and acceptance

Of a life moving in waves and colors.

Quiet appreciation for the vessel that holds

The essence of each mile marker portrayed

In wrinkles and scars the mirror never lies

To the truth of individuality and the gift of each piece

Living in this moment,

Reflections of life

Through caterpillar to butterfly,

To the morphing of what must be

We rise and fly

In ecstasy,

Content in the form of now.

Thoughts on the changes we travel through on our way to aging gracefully. I often look at my body and wonder, “who is this person” and of course the answer always changes, as we always change. Sometimes too fast for comfort. I look forward to being that butterfly flitting about upon colorful blooms, riding on the wind without a care. Sometimes reminding ourselves that we are indeed unique and magnificent is just the right medicine.

The gathering place

So much beauty found,

Picking one after another

Colors and ideas overflowing

And we struggle to gather more,

To keep it,

To hang on and not let go,

Bearing the heavy weight

We fall.

Looking around at the endless piles

Things that are things

Some with meaning

Others just gathered because

That is the way it always was,

But some point along the way we stop.

We survey these things and let out a tired breath,

We surrender to the weariness of trying

To gather too much,

To hang onto too much

And we look for guidance

Unsure of how we’ve come this far

Carrying all of “this”

And we slowly begin to sort through it,

This piece

That piece,

We set things aside that have become too heavy

And we feel lighter as we lift that which gives joy,

That cannot be found just anywhere

For it holds a piece of us

In its element

Emotion and love cannot be measured

On scales or like air in a balloon,

It cannot be anything but what it is

So we gather these happy light things

And perhaps add them to the basket

And we inhale the fragrance

Of the joy that they bring

And looking behind we see others behind us,

Scurrying here and there

Gathering what was left behind

And then we smile because in the letting go,

We gave something to someone else

That may feel light

And happy in their presence

And we are free to move forward

Unencumbered by something 

That became nothing important

In the end.

So we start a new journey, 

feet walking on air in lightness

We become free by just being

By not clinging

By not taking refuge any longer

In the gathering place.

A new year of dreams and inspiration

Coming soon in a moment near you, a new year filled with the richest dreams and blessings of happiness. I hate resolutions and the idea of them so I like to think of it as dreamsolutions instead. To write out what I want and then go about making it happen. The universe has my back, I just need to let it do its job with a little creativity from my mind.

So on this New Year’s Eve, another day filled with little relevance except to know that every moment in life counts, not just today but every day, and that not just only today, but each and every one of them we are given should be a joyous celebration of all good things.

I’ve made a list, not necessarily in any order of things I have had the pleasure of learning this year, and I know this coming one will be even bigger and better.

  1. I will have to write 2016 at least ten times before I remember it, which once I get back to work will only take ten minutes😊. Okay, easy peasy.

  2. Forgiveness is for many so hard to give, but it is truly the best gift you can give yourself.

  3. Laugh daily or else.

  4. Do not hold yourself responsible for others thoughts and feelings. Their reaction is about them and not you and once this trick is mastered, all else falls into place. Sometimes turning away and not giving a crap is also the best gift you can give yourself.

  5. Dream Big always. Don’t think something is too far out of reach because as soon as you think it is, you’ve taken the first step towards failure in succeeding.

  6. Sometimes when you think you’ve failed, you may be pleasantly surprised to see that the lesson found was worth it, therefor its no longer a failure, right?

  7. Walk away from negativity no matter where you find it or whomever is spewing it. Life becomes a big sucky vacuum when you let others drag you down. Be the balloon that rises above it, snip your string and float away to better visions.

  8. Sing and dance, write or engage in your bliss and follow your passion even if others don’t support you. Often you will find it’s their fear doing the talking, trying to keep you stagnant and the same because change can be a big scary place. Don’t let their fear stop you and you’ll find the louder the talk, the more intense the fear so open your arms wide and run right into it, smash it to little bits and say there, take that you stupid fear. I’m going to do it my way! It worked for Frank after all.

  9. If you’re doing something you’re not passionate about, don’t do it. Simple.

  10. If someone says something or touches you in some way shape or form, make sure you let them know. It’s these things that make life a pure joy and one of the easiest ways to lift someone up. Hint….by lifting others, you lift yourself. Try it and see.

I could go on and on and perhaps bore you to tears so I shall leave off with this. Today is a day just like any other. Beautiful and spectacular and it can only be what You make it, so make it good my beautiful friends. Spread love, spread joy and spread blessings for another moment in this vast universe we call our home. 

Peace and love and happy new day.

Kim

Chasing rainbows

Dark skies threaten

Angry clouds hang low 

Seams split as glorious sun breaks through

Chasing rainbows it seems.

Moving forward to rise above

The storm gathering

I turn and close off the view

Of the darkness beyond,

Reaching within to find

A better moment than what always seems

Stormy weather.

Sleepless lay waiting, searching

In the threshold of lucid dreams

Knowing enough to let go.

Long days of eternity

Stretch out like lonely roads,

Needing to touch the light of color,

To leave the blank slate of blackness-

Chalk falls to the floor

Broken and crumbling under foot.

When nothing to say leaves a trace of dust

Impressions of a dying day

Emptied of its minutes

Spent at the five and dime

Touches of yesterday

Once more.

Art found at : https://www.etsy.com/listing/234312730/dark-sky-rainbow-original-landscape-oil

Driving home from work yesterday, the darkest clouds of an approaching front, and a blinding sun in the rearview illuminating the various rainbows before me….no place to pull aside to get an image…..on a day not so spectacular, there is always something good to find somewhere….