Indelible

Just posed a bit of poetry for you today. If you would like to read it, hop over to my new place, Dreaming Existence and let me know what you think.
I hope you all have a great week.

Love and Light…

Moving Time!

Well, I have moved again, back to sunny Florida ( but been raining a whole week now) . We are settling in fine, just like slipping on old shoes and the job is like a new bra. I know it will be great once it’s worn in. 😂

BUT…I am sad to say I am moving to a new blogosphere. Too many technical difficulties here on WP and I need a fresh start all around. But I am posting the text from today’s thoughts here, along with the link to my new space. I do hope you will follow me there and I will certainly keep following you, my friends, to stay informed about your adventures.

Happy New Year!

The past year was a whirlwind of change for me. I suppose some, more stationary,  people might say my life has been like a whirlwind. We have moved more than a dozen times in 30 years and to different cities, states and even out of country! Before my sons were grown, these moves affected their lives as well. We have become known as “the gypsies”.

I am a water sign, a Cancer, which influences me to be a nester by nature with an adventurous spirit. It has been tested many times. I have laughed, cried, screamed at the walls and picked myself up by the proverbial bootstraps to carry on. When I was younger I bemoaned the people I left behind and envied those friends who stayed in the same house, the same town, the same city and state so that they were one with their surroundings, family and friends. I longed to hang onto what I had, like a photo in album that you keep forever. Yet we all know that nothing in this tangible world lasts forever. So I keep the images in my heart and memory and work to maintain those connections that mean the most to me.

Now that I am older and, as the natural order of things dictates, my feelings and introspections have evolved. Perhaps it is but another aspect of my nature to morph into my ‘now’ reality. Either way, I have begun to understand how blessed and fortunate I have been to experience so many lives in different places. My family has friends across the country that we remain connected to, and I have good friends who live in other countries. Too often those ensconced in their small protective bubble view life outside of it as foreign and strange, somehow something to be feared or misunderstood. We all must realize that the view of us from any of those places is the same for those living there. People are very different, but there doesn’t need to be a right and wrong side with regard to our geographical location. People are people within all races. There are times, in my experience, that people from different counties, parishes, cities and states within this United States can seem foreign to one another.

Let’s consider the name of this country. The United States of America. It is because the original colonists who settled here were from vastly different backgrounds, belief systems. countries and social histories that we had to come to a meeting of minds and accept that to succeed as a nation we must learn to integrate those unique aspects of all citizens in order to have order and community. It cannot be about one person or group speaking so loudly as to drown out another voice, another cry, another thought. That is why the Constitution was written-because we are all human, born with human frailties, opinions, prejudices and influences throughout our lives.

When I think of United States now, not only do I think of ‘states’ in terms of the designated geographical segments of land we confiscated, swindled and cajoled from the indigenous peoples of this country so long ago. I also think of the vast collection of states of mind, social states, emotional states, political states, financial and spiritual states that make up our country. These, too, must be United for our country to be great in any true sense of the word.

We do need order or else we are faced with chaos; but forced order based on a single mindset or influence is not true order and will incite chaos by its very nature.

I am not a world traveler and am still apprehensive when faced with great change. I like the familiar and expected with regards to a comfortable, safe life. I am also happy to say that I now honor my adventurous spirit and keep those fears tucked where they belong and defer to the joy of growth and continued learning. I meet new people every day. Some I would prefer to not be with again, but so many others I wish I had more time to visit with and get to know better.

Sadly, our young society as a whole is withdrawing from human interaction in favor of social media. On the plus side, it does provide a sense of security for those who might shy away from conversation and extroversion. Yet that same sense of anonymity affords the comfort of an invisible/invincible sense for too many. They speak without caution, let their most wild and intimate thoughts take center stage without caution, and use their cloak of perceived invisibility to wreak havoc, lash out and are not held accountable for the harm done.

I am not a religious person but am spiritual in every way. I believe in miracles and a higher power that existed long before we came into being. I trust that force to guide my life but am aware that the ultimate power to make change is in my hands. This life was a gift and I intend to take good care with it as with all gifts I receive-to honor it with appreciation and humility.

I promised you photos and poetry and I will keep that promise, for to me this dream is a poem-a story-waiting to be written. We are the authors, the creators of our living world. The question that remains is, “Who is the hero of your story, and how will it end?”

I vow to write a beautiful chapter  this year and I hope you will do the same!

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The Sin

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To disappear within the velvet

shadows, exploring perfection’s

treasure,

to

 breathe in the scent of desire,

sweet and heady, comes the fire-

soul dies

heart cries

tears of ecstasy and sorrow

for the glare of tomorrow

creeps over the horizon

to

steal away the sultry, steamy

hallows where longing lingers,

cruel fingers

draw back the curtain

to reveal

the awful sin

alas!
No one watches, nor hears

as satisfaction disappears

 before shame,

waiting in vain for judgement.
Alas!
No one cares.

To disappear again….

Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2019

 

 

What He Knows/Poetry

 

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The angels plucked heart’s hopeful strings

and delivered him with gentle wings-

a whisper only he could hear,

and he knew.

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“You are the treasure, never doubt

the miracle this life’s about.”

His soul rejoiced within the peace

of knowing-and it

smiled.

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Before they gave complete control

to those whose arms did thus enfold,

the angels kissed the velvet cheek

of one so precious, new and meek.

“What now is known, shall fade away

into the days of childish play

until, once more, the soul shall yearn

to quench the fire inside that burns.

‘Tis then dear one, you look within

beyond the aging, thickened skin.

You will recall with new delight

the treasure resting out of sight,

and yours to give away at last-

be quick!

The memory fades too fast.

What went before shall be again,

a glimpse, magnificent and then

just out of reach…

the Secret.

 

For you, dear one.

Cheryl KP copyright 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Repose

Repose:

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a state of rest, sleep or tranquility..

a state of resting after exertion or strain..

a place of rest…

peace, tranquility…

lack of activity…

cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation..

to lie at rest, to lie dead, to remain still or concealed…

to take a rest, to rest for support…

 

What place is this, such promise be

where soul finds peace, tranquility?

Thus waits the cool and shadowy balm

that fills the troubled heart with calm.

Where time stands still, they lay their fears

and soft, the light will dry their tears.

Sweet rest, for hope doth thus suppose 

salvation found in sweet repose.

Cheryl KP

Copyright words and image 2019

 

 

 

 

Inconspicuous #SoCS #Photography

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Where?” I ask, holding my breath and my macro lens in anticipation of something wonderful.

He points to something among the tomato leaves. I see a fine wisp of silk gently swaying but nothing else.

”I can’t see anything,” I repeat, moving carefully closer and raising the lens just in case.

“Just below my finger here,” he places his finger slightly closer with a careful instruction as to what leaf I should be looking at. “She has a yellow marking,” he adds.

With each of our movements she scrambles protectively and I up my stealth meter.

“Ah! I see her now,” I whisper, relieved and excited by yet another miraculous minuscule inhabitant in my little garden. Snap. I take a photo, just in case she disappears into miniature oblivion before I can manage a better shot.

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She does have yellow markings! If I can just get close enough without alarming her spidey senses….

 

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Yes! She will pose for the crazy camera lady. Her mother must have warned her of the perils in living here.

’You must be brave,’ she advised, ‘and always look your finest. This could be your chance to shine before all the world and to change the hearts of humans towards our kind. I shall always be with you, little one,” the mother’s voice faded into the blue as her tiny creation floated away on the silken strand of separation.

“Now, I must be inconspicuous,” the tiny one reminded herself. “Just blend in and be singularly magnificent.” She took a deep breath and began weaving….

Inconspicuous

unobtrusive, camaflouged, concealed, hidden, indistinct, insignificant, low-key, ordinary, plain, quiet, retiring, secretive, shy, subtle, tenous, modest, unassuming, unemphatic, unostentatious..

 

Inconspicuous

With unobtrusive brilliance she was born,

on an unassuming cloudless Summer morn,

her presence cleverly concealed

as her mother sought to shield

her tender newness.

She camaflouged the nest

and delivered her bequest

to the plain and modest few

that she barely even knew.

”My children,” she delivered

as they blinked and softly shivered,

”You must leave, I cannot follow

for my path leads to the hollow.”

(she looks to the soft earth)

”Keep yourself concealed

and soon shall be revealed

the wonder of your unimposing

walk through Mother’s world.

Although you be discretional

you’ll surely be exceptional

as long as you remain

unnoticed, unseen, plain.

But when She comes,

who has the eye

to see your beauty

by and by,

do not run!

Stand as brave as she

and as unimposing be

to share an ordinary

glimpse of life’s perfection.”

 

Then they floated out of sight,

unnoticed, to their plight

like dust drifting through the air

to their future,

who knows where

Cheryl KP copyright

Today’s post brought to you by Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt

 

This touching scene from one of my favorite children’s books put to film says it all…

 

Today’s prompt was the word where.

Use it to begin the post and for bonus points end the post with it as well. Visit Linda’s blog for more great prompts and the chance to meet some amazing bloggers.

If you’re thirsty, hop over to the bar today and chack out Dan’s world. His recent project is turning out quite nicely!

 

 

 

 

Minuscule #photography

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Minuscule

extremely small; tiny

so small as to be negligible or insufficient

 

Me-nuscule

whose soul feels tiny

in the vastness of the universe,

whose humble opinions so viewed

as negligible that they freeze on the frigid

air between the insufficient and the ignorant.

 

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Insufficient,

the lie that taunts a

heart both worthy and present,

brimming with hope and wonder in

the face of insurmountable adversity that

dares not reveal its vulnerability and fear.

If the whole be the sum of its parts,

perahps it is not the mighty few which

define true greatness but the brilliant

resilience and fortitude of the overlooked

minuscule….

CKP copyright 2019