Always Super/#1LinerWednesday

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When is she ever not super? Really…😉

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Happy Hump Day!

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Sunday Reverie/photography

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The best thing about Sunday is freedom-

the freedom to think about anything,

nothing, everything and more

but only after Saturday’s errands,

catching up and chores.

 

It takes all of Saturday to unwind,

detox, relax, reset, refresh and

cut the cord to work and worry,

convince myself to slow my steps,

there simply is no need to hurry.

 

 

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Stepping into nature is my worship,

sharing moments with Creation,

looking to the morning sky

where things with wings,

bright angel beings, thrill me,

fill me as they sing and flit and fly.

 

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Like fire and flame,

his presence came.

 

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Peck, peck, peck,

this tree I’ll wreck

 

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And happy, he

the bluebird be.

We shared a look,

and my soul shook.

I wept before

his honesty.

 

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“You lookin’ at me?”

he quipped and stood his ground,

challenging anyone around.

(i dared not make a sound…)

 

I am renewed, uplifted, amazed!

Grace, beauty, life, joy-

unfolding before me as I gazed.

 

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In all I hear and all I see-

the message clear is harmony.

 

Cheryl KP 2018

Forever Young/#SoCS

When #SoCS host Linda Hill posted the prompt for today’s event, I felt excited. For once it was not a question of if I could find a suitable subject but rather which one to choose.

While I will freely admit to never wanting to fully accept my role as an ‘adult’ in the sense of leaving all childish things behind, there are a few moments that number among my very favorite to keep that inner child alive and well in me.

 

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On our last ‘freeze in’, I longed to be outdoors even for a bit, so I looked up a recipe for homemade bubbles and, well, the rest is bubble history. Someone had told me about blowing them and watching them freeze. Of course her temps registered at nearly zero. I managed to snag one that didn’t burst and it began freezing on the ground.

 

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It is like a bubble ballet watching them float and dance on the breezes.
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The sun created wonderful reflections for me!
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This was the closest I got to a frozen bubble.

 

And when you look up, you see other pretty, often unnoticed happenings…

 

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In case you want to feel carefree and childlike again, here is the recipe I used. These are pretty tough bubbles too. Enjoy!

Homemade Bubbles

Measure 6 cups of water into one container, then pour 1 cup of dish soap into the water and slowly stir it until the soap is mixed in. Try not to let foam or bubbles form while you stir. Measure 1 tablespoon of glycerin or 1/4 cup of corn syrup and add it to the container. Stir the solution until it is mixed together.

Happy Weekend everyone!

 

In Unexpexcted Places/#ThursdayDoors

Since I rarely find myself walking among buildings in interesting big cities like our friend Dan , or remember to snap photos when I do, I am often left without new doors to share on Thursday. Still, even when out exploring in nature I come across amazing entrances and natural doorways that I consider worthy submissions. What do you think?

 

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On our most recent adventure in the Chatahoochie River  National Recreation Park area, we enjoyed a beautiful hike along the river and into the surrounding hills. This little Eastern Bluebird was in the entrance field to greet us as we began our hike. It was a total surprise and treasure for me since I thought it was a little robin when I took the photo. Hubby said he saw blue and sure enough….

 

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The trail was amazing. I even got some photos of a hawk that was hunting in the woods but have not edited them completely yet. I consider this part of Winter to be our doorway to Spring and it is pretty magnificent!

 

But, since we need a legitimate ‘door’ for this post I will give you the closest thing I found.

 

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Like something out of Roman mythology support columns under the bridge caught my eye!
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Who knows what lurks within the shadows of this doorway?

I loved the effect the perspective gave to the bridge supports, like a pathway to the unknown. Beyond the opening one can imagine anything from Gorgon to hidden city of gold. Or just underground city waterworks operations…

 

I will leave that to your imagination. Mine is already working overtime. 😉 It was a beautiful walk, a wonderful park and someplace we will visit again!

 

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Nature creates such magnificent edifices of stone.
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It struck me how much we imitate nature as we build our world.

 

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We kept pace just ahead of a brilliantly setting sun
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And watched it slip slowly into the hillside..

 

It was the perfect way to end my working weekend, allowing me to slip into another mindset, to let go of critical thinking and drift on the wind that whistled quietly through the trees….

I can’t wait until next time!

 

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This post was brought to you by Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors event.. Stop by his blog for more great doors and follow the little blue amphibian for a link to more doors posts and talented bloggers.

I hope you all have a great Friday and weekend!

Crooked/Poetry

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There was a crooked man

who walked a crooked mile

to wag a crooked finger

at the moon’s crooked smile.

 

“Don’t laugh at me,”

he warned,

dejected and forlorn,

feeling quite abused,

angry and confused.

 

“So you’ve come to

me at last,

like a ghost from

out the past.

Is it recompense you seek,

if so why don’t you speak?”

 

(her crooked smile did not waver)

 

 

The crooked little man

took a crooked step

along the crooked walk,

he took a ragged breath

and then began to talk.

 

“You made me what I am,

you wicked, lusty dame.

Wandering this lonely path

until my legs are lame.

For what you promised,

yes you know

beneath that sultry

silver glow,

that love was true and

free for taking.

Thus I have spent a lifetime

making

love, and hope

and wicked ties

only to find it

all was lies.

I believed but

was deceived

you careless liar,

fueling fire

to burn men’s souls.”

 

 

Her majesty just grinned,

“My dear tho you have sinned,

’twas through no fault of mine,

nor the starlit night divine.

Each gem that fell into your hands

was swallowed by the shifting sands

of your deceit,

pressed into dust

from hungry lust

and blown away

at end of play.

Angels all, and at your call

You bruised and used and left them all!”

 

The crooked little man

dropped his head into his hands

and weeping bitter tears,

bemoaned the wasted years;

but she who knows not guilt or shame

felt no remorse for placing blame

upon the head

of he who shed

the tears that bled

his soul away.

(her crooked smile was wistful)

 

“Go back into the mists

and shake your crooked fists

at he who lives within the glass

and looks at you from out the past.

As dust to dust

return you must,

and thus reborn

you shall be sworn

to retribution,

love’s solution

lies in the hands of

he who understands

the turning of the tides

and that no one can hide

from she who holds the key

to bright eternity!

 

Cheryl KP 2018

Copyright Photo and words

 

 

 

Occasional Whimsy/#SoCS

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Ocular interpretation

bowing to imagination,

floating off in pastel hue

of sunset pink and ocean blue,

magically against the light,

pure occipital delight!

With each breath, anticipation,

to honor this new occupation! 

Sighing, flying, giggling me

to think such play would set me free

till fun o’clock comes to an end

with deadly kisses on the wind,

my bubble burst, annhialation

havoc wreaked on my creation,

the Octopus’s garden gate is

closed, locked, tic toc-too late

to glide away inside that sphere

whisked away to there from here!

Surely there’s no grander spell,

this earthbound Spirit cannot quell

such adolescent liberations,

my mouth agape in consternation,

staring at the empty space

with soapy film across my face

and gaze into the swirling potion

responsible for this emotion.

I wonder that I made a fuss-

I must go find that Octopus!

 

CherylKP Copyright 2018

What else is one to do on a snowed in unexpected holiday but to blow bubbles and photograph them before they burst?👏🏻

This post is brought to you by

Linda Hill and her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt

Check out her page for details about this event!

 

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