Let It Shine

Corinna, Corinna was a favorite film of ours through the years. This little song has been worming its way through my gray matter all night. It was one of our Sunday School standards growing up and it never loses significance.

It can be so hard to carry on as the happy, bright beings we are when life’s burdens feel so heavy. At times it seems all we are seems to offend and repel those around us. It is all too easy to withdraw into ourselves, retreating from the pain of loss or fear of rejection.

It is during these moments that we have to hold that little light high for all to see, to remind ourselves that our heart light sustains us through Life’s difficult walk, and to remind the hand of darkness that the Light is eternal, its source sustaining its Children.

If you have the chance, catch the movie. Its message of love and acceptance, tolerance and honesty, remains a relevant one.

A single candle will light the dark….

 

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It’s Magic…

Most people close to me understand that while I am quite practical about many things, I also have a very open mind and an even more open heart when it comes to the mystical, magical, ethereal possibilities that exist. A lot of folks have no trouble believing in angels and even ghosts, but simple things like visible energy or communication between worlds is too ‘big’ for them to consider worth contemplating.

Whatever you want to believe, I often experience little magical miracles that occur when I least expect them and need them most. The miracles in my days are often tiny, like the small creatures that crawl or flit into view that I am sometimes able to capture with a camera. Since I, too, often feel unnoticed and insignificant, these creatures loom large in my radar and I want to share their magnificence with the world.

Bees have been prolific this hot, humid Summer. They have presented in all shades, colors and sizes in great numbers. My little garden has become a haven for winged things, many of whom I have shared with you already. I can often tell when one of my tiny friends is waning. A butterfly that sits too long on the bloom and will crawl willingly onto a finger is usually found dead soon after. The same goes for bees lingering too long or moving too slowly.  A few days ago there was a tiny bee who stayed in my garden for most of the day, crawling among my pink coneflowers, barely moving from bloom to bloom. It allowed me to get really close for photos and even hung around during the regular run of the sprinkler. I joked that our little friend was enjoying a spa day!

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Since we have had temps in the 90’s it seemed our tiny pollinator was enjoying the refreshing shower. Although nearly invisible compared to the larger bumblebees and carpenter bees that visit, this little beauty was delicate and magnificent.

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As far as I knew it was still around when we turned in for the night. The next morning the bee was gone but there had been a bit of early morning rain which left lots of lovely drops everywhere. Dewdrops and raindrops are in my top ten favorite things to photograph so I immediately started snapping photos with my phone. I made my way around the garden and ended up by the birdbath. To my great sorrow, I spotted my little bee guest floating near the edge, dead. I was saddened but not surprised. I took it out of the water and laid it in the dirt to be a part of the garden. 😔

When I began editing my photos I was delighted and not surprised to see beautiful, delicate little orbs around the cone flowers where my bee spent the last day of its life.

I have to say here that I have had all sorts of light anomolies in photos and definitely know how to recognize sunlight orbs and dust particles as well as mist spots. I have also taken photos that had orbs in them where none of these influences were present.

What are they? I can only guess. I personally feel they are energy, energy tied to extreme emotional responses. But that is my unscientific supposition. Then again, I am not a scientist. I am merely an observer and willing participant in this madly intriguing walk we call life. I will continue to watch for miracles, lift up the unseen into the light of appreciation, and accept what gifts the universe chooses to give me.

You look. You decide.

Just imagine the possibilities..

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#1LinerWednesday

More….

More than what you see

this mystery of me,

beyond illusion

life’s delusion

in dusty haze

its sultry ways

deceptive

protective

lest you look too close,

lest you find

there behind

the buzz and fluff

and busy stuff

a soul so bare-

Do you dare

look inside

where it hides

shivering,

quivering…

hoping you see,

the truth that is me-

more.

Cheryl KP copyright 2019

 

 

 

 

As the World Falls Down..

Of late I have been avoiding the overwhelming feelings that wait at my heart’s door. The tap, tapping of despair, frustration, anxiety and disappointment wait, torches held high and voices crying out, to rouse my soul into complete and utter fear over what is becoming of this world. While there has always been chaos and disorder on the outside, beyond the borders of this country, I had a sense of things being generally alright in my own little space of it. Perhaps it was naivety or willfull ignorance, or a bit of both. Now that disaster seems determined to invite itself upon us here in the ‘land of the free’, and with my advancing age, my sense of well being and security grows less steady.

So, since there is limitation to what I can do ‘out there’, I turn once again within. If I can create harmony within my soul, find peace in my own being, and create at least a small space of beauty to retreat to, then there is one iota of positive change in the Creator’s world.

Hubby and I have been working hard to get our little garden thriving and are hoping these sweltering days don’t prove stronger than its will to survive. It has become a nice little haven for me lately. I hope we all have a brighter, more positive week ahead.

David Bowie has long been a favorite of mine and Labyrinth remains one of the best musical family films ever made.

Enjoy!

Thank you Mr Bowie, for being brilliant. We miss you!

 

In the Garden #SoCS

When the noise of existing

becomes so loud that the

cry of my soul is muted

and the tears I shed

wash over my heart

as the anchor of despair

pulls me  beneath

a sea of dark sorrow,

I remember why I came

to this spinning orb,

Wonderland of diversity-

the challenge of survival

a prime directive.

When all that remains is

living, my need slips into

perspective once more

as Illusion slinks into

the shadows of desire.

Sunlight tingles my skin,

a cool breeze kisses my face

as all of Existence whispers

to my weary being,

”Breathe, rest your mind

and join us in celebration

of this brilliant moment.

Time vanishes when

life is measured in

glorious being.

Can you see it?

Can you hear it?

Can you feel the

drumming of

Nature’s heartbeat?”

I can. I do. And all pain

melts into a river of

the Forgotten once more.

 

Go outside today. Open your eyes. Your ears.

be silent and wait.

 

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Charlotte’s child spinning effortlessly

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Little Green outside the stone barrier

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Hello! I’ve missed you.

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Magic appears when you least expect it.

Allow yourself to be healed.

Don’t just pay lip service to relaxation and rejuvenation.

Have a truly #Free48!

Thanks to Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt ‘lip’. Visit her place for other great posts and read about this and other fun blog prompts on her site.

And if you had bad service as a consumer this week, check out Dan’s bar post for this week. Customer Service is alive and well in Hartford!

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Lizardry

“Hi, hello there. I heard you were missing your small green Florida pals. I see you’re planting a garden too.”

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“Hmmm….those rose bushes look promising. And salad in a pot? Clever!

Photos? Why certainly you may. Just be sure to get my good side.”

 

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“Do you like this beard? I try to eat well to enhance its brilliant orange hue.

Notice any missing bugs around the house? Yes, well that was me. I hope you don’t mind. I love small spiders and beetles and those-who-shall-not-be-named. Some people are quite sensitive about them.”

 

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I really must be going…

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But I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll bring friends. If you’d like!

 

Oh, I really would, Mr. A. I really would.

Bye-bye!

What Dream, This Life..

A blink…

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A flash…

a whisper…

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A wink.

A breath..

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A sigh…

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In the twinkle of an eye..

 

 

As softly passing by,

 

 

Life nods and grins

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at the child within

 

 

our eager souls.

repeat.

rewind.

Of like

and kind

we circle back on all

we thought we learned and knew-

so bound by emotion,

our devotion to the dream

reigns supreme before all

options-

may the odds be

ever in our favor..

 

 

as we savor

sweet surrender

to the bonds so

warm and tender-

silken chains,

we are engrossed

in the stories that we write

 

 

with blood and tears about

this so called Life.

 

A scream,

a heartbeat,

a giggle,

a moan

and the flutter of wings

will carry us home…

 

Cheryl KP

copyright words and images 2019