When is she ever not super? Really…😉
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Happy Hump Day!
Month: January 2018
Sunday Reverie/photography
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.
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.
Like fire and flame,
his presence came.
Peck, peck, peck,
this tree I’ll wreck
And happy, he
the bluebird be.
We shared a look,
and my soul shook.
I wept before
his honesty.
“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.
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.
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.
And when you look up, you see other pretty, often unnoticed happenings…
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?
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….
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.
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!
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!
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!
Now I Gotta’ Cut Loose! #OneLinerWeds
Spidey and I didn’t know what to do with our unexpected day off last week. So he went kinda’ wild…..
cuz…snow does that to us…..😳🙊🙈
Crooked/Poetry
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
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
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Enchanted Woodland Trail/#ThursdayDoors
One of the best parts about moving to a new city is exploring the parks and wildlife areas nearby. We had a chance to do this recently at the Chatahoochie Nature Center. It was frigid cold but we warmed up quickly as the sun rose high in the sky and filtered down through the beautiful woodland trees and we hiked our morning away. The first place we chose to walk took us toward the Butterfly Garden which is pretty still this time of year; but I look forward to Spring and revisiting when it is teeming with new color and life.
Then hubby pointed out the first little miracle of enchantment.
We thought it was a random thing, like the Tiny Doors project in Atlanta.
That is a favorite of mine that I have blogged about before here on my old blog.
But no, it was only the beginning. Around each curve, behind most bushes, rocks and hidden in trees were more and more tiny houses-and with them, tiny doors! I’m sure you could hear me squealing down the hillside. Which explains why I didn’t get many bird shots for awhile. haha.
I hope you enjoy the walk as much as we did.
The park also has animal recovery habitats where we saw owls, hawks and bald eagles that had been injured and unable to function in the wild. And the beaver habitat was so cool. This fellow was working on his door while the missus rooted for ‘grub’.
So glad you are back Norm. Norm hosts this Thursday Doors event and always has some terrific doors of his own. Do visit there and follow the hoppy little blue frog to visit other great doors and also add a link to your own post. You know you see doors every day! Maybe it’s time for a closer look. And for a look at some reverently beautiful DC doors visit my friend Dan at No Facilities.
Meanwhile, have a gorgeous day whether you are treading water, snow or just plain trudging along. It is always good to remember one thing…..
Happiness is like a butterfly-lovely, often fleeting and always free. Just like my new tree friend, it is also steadfast if you carry it within your soul. Happy Thursday! This is the best part of reality dreaming for me-when we all share something beautiful.
Let It Sn…nooooo….#OneLinerWednesday #JusJoJan
Let it snow
Oh no!
Not again
oh when
will Winter end?
Let it snow,
Let it go,
I don’t know,
time to chill,
guess I will
wait and see
what will be.
Let it snow,
nowhere to go,
office closed,
I suppose
It could be
good for me.
Let it snow
and fire glow
but heavens no..
Please don’t let
the power go!
CherylKP 2018
This temporary deep freeze brought to you by Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and #JusJoJan
Stay warm my friends!
Remembering a Voice of Truth
A voice of reason,
truth and love,
defying the cold
face of fear
manifest as hate
and indifference-
with strength,
rising against the
tide of separatism
to illuminate the
hope of a united
humanity,
a world without
judgment, pride,
prejudice or ignorance.
In every decade,
a voice to rise above
the din of anger
like the deafening
whisper of eternity,
a flame all too soon
snuffed by the
bitter breath of
dark rage.
Where is our voice?
Who is our hope,
to guide, to coax
to teach, to lead
in these days
growing darker
moment by moment?
Be the voice,
the hope, the prayer.
Speak, cry, sing
and shout, for
without a single voice
there will be no calling
the Light Warriors forth;
and the silence will be
loud as death
as humanity
folds in upon itself in
in fear and trembling.
Do not let their courage,
wisdom and hope
have been in vain….
CherylKP 2018
Dreaming Reality 
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