Cozy Rosy

 

Dozy Rosy

slumbering

warm and cozy

softly peeks

Summer speaks

a sultry

taunting, haunting

tale of long days

and warm nights

no longer she fights

Awake!

Forsake the calm

of slumber

time for

posey,

dear Rosy

Smile!

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Cozy Rosy

Snug as a bugShe wakes!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

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Awake!

Quickly! Hold your candles high,

oh Children of the Light

and do not let them flicker

through

the cold and angry night.

As darkness slips

across the land,

the bony fingers

of its hand

fill the empty hearts

and break the fractured minds

of the lost and angry kind

with insidious accuracy

as it is wont to do.

 

The Destroyer playing

hide and seek

while feeding on

the lost and weak,

and crying foul

within the game

Fear works to snuff

the very flame

it desires above all else.

 

Raise your voices high,

oh you Bringers of the Dawn,

the King is growing restless,

time to check him with

a pawn.

Light the corners,

fill the holes

of the lost

and weary souls

so that Fear cannot

reside there,

deceipt cannot hide there

where Love takes up the space.

 

Awake, ye Crystal Child,

for the time is drawing nigh,

pluck the stars from heaven’s

garden, and please do not be shy!

Create a brilliant, bright bouquet

and with your Wisdom run and play.

Bring back to life

what now is dying,

expose the jackals

that are lying.

 

Wake, oh Children,

sleep no more,

for patient Death

is at the door-

and he is ravenous.

 

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Image courtesy of https://images.app.goo.gl/qDfuBFuPEJQL8naE6

 

This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. For a little of that Brother Love and old time religion while enjoying a beer, visit Dan’s place.

 

 

 

 

Angels I Have Known

There are times I feel as though I have been to the summit of Life’s perfection and others when I swear I have plummeted to the bowels of its darkest pit. My heart knows the truth, however, which is that this life has been so blessed. I have known great sorrows and tremendous joys in these nearly 60 years. Did you hear me say that? 60, as in 6-0. Six decades, 3,120 weeks, some 21,900 days. I won’t count the moments because the only moment that counts is this one. But you get the point.

The one certainty in all of my life has been the presence of a power that has guided, protected and comforted me. For the sake of commonality I like to think of them as angels, angels being in this instance those souls working under the guidance of Love. Sometimes we pray for help and angels appear, but more often than not these entities have shown up in my life when I least expected and sometimes did not even realize until they had passed through.

I want to spend some of the last months of my 6th decade remembering and honoring those precious Warriors of Light, the gentle spirits who watched over, patiently encouraged and guided me, laughed and cried with me, and saved me from my most fearful shadow monsters.

I have had Debbie on my mind these last weeks, missing her voice, her gentle unassuming wisdom and total non judgmental love. We met online through a spiritual web site. Both of us had lost very dear loved ones and although we shared similar religious histories, we both had come to a greater understanding of the Creator’s presence in our lives. From the first email she sent to me privately in 1999 until the day she passed away in 2016, I felt as though we were soul mates and had known one another long before we came intto this life. In a friendship that spanned over 15 years, we only shared actual physical space on three occasions, but we communicated nearly every day during most of those years which included hours of heartfelt phone sessions. She and her husband were angels to me and my family. I still can’t believe she is no longer here with us, but her presence and influence was so profound that I always feel her with me.

Many rungs on my ladder upward to higher understanding were reached because she helped me up.  And held me up. That’s what loving friends do. They don’t ask why you are angry, don’t try to reason things out and fix them for you, or set limits on their support. Friends just say, “I’m sorry you are in pain. Do you need anything from me?” That kind of friendship is so hard to come by, but I have been so blessed in my life to know many of these people, some related and others related through spirit.

Debbie liked to say that Life was a school where we all come to learn and to earn our wings and graduate. I believe the wings that carried her into this world were even more magnifcient when they carried her home.

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What I wouldn’t give for one more hour with you, my dear friend. You introduced me to so many beautiful things. A Course in Miracles, The Four Agreements, Enya, Sarah Brightman, Josh Groban, Elizabeth Kubler Ross, my favorite Chandrika soap, the lovely Naples beaches, sharing food all around the table with family-and to think we met because of Bruce Moen and his Afterlife Knowledge site. Not surprisingly, my Angel of a husband found that site for me due to my continued struggle over losing my Mom 16 years earlier and being unable to make peace with the loss. I hope you found each other over there. You and she have so much in common.

This one is for you, dear friend.

Thank you for helping me to accept that I am as God created me. I will never forget.

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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Cheesy/#SoCS

 

Yep. I went there. I know this might be a cheesy submission for Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt today. The word is fab, so well, here you have it.

In my defense it has been a far less than fab week for me, beginning with the leaking ceiling. Even though the leak itself was repaired the next day, we are still waiting for the ceiling to be repaired. We complained enough that someone came and put up the basic beginnings of a ceiling, so at least we put the washer and dryer back into place and-yay!-we can do laundry again. You never realize what a luxury that is unless you have ever been without it. Which I have. A few times. A toilet that works-indoors-and a nice washer and dryer head up my top ten list of conveniences.

As for whiter than white towels, I love those nifty colorsafe Clorox pucks. Not that I have enthralling over-the-fence gab sessions about them. Who has the time? Or the energy. After this past week I am tempted to bury my head under a pillow until the Fourth of July. I could use some beautiful fireworks about now.

To my friend and bar patron Dan thanks for the shout out and photos of that yummy food today. You have inspired me to climb out of bed and make a spectacular dinner. Or at least go and find one. Check out Dan’s bar conversation today. I hear his bartender makes a mean Michelada. 😉

Lost Weekend/#SoCS

 

After the events of the last 24 hours, I felt I wouldn’t even try to participate in this week’s #SoCS event; but if you visit Dan’s place, you’ll realize maybe there is just a wicked mean vibe in the universe right now. I hope it fades with the moon.

The week of the Supermoon I thought things were rough, but that was merely my external world. Yesterday Trouble decided to get personal with us. When I went downstairs to put something in the laundry area I had a little surprise waiting.

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I saw this
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Which drew my attention to this
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And morphed into this.

I won’t bore you with all the details and deductive reasoning but it turned out to be a leaking hot water heater pipe in the ceiling between first and second floors.

I am thankful the actual leaking occurred over our laundry area. Still, the plumber came and even now is finishing the repair which includes tearing out the overhead ceiling in the laundry area and leaving it open for a few days to dry.

(Hubby may not sleep for a few days imagining the four legged things that could infiltrate our living space)

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I know…he looks cute in the photo, but I don’t want to share morning coffee with him…😳

So, last night we just left it all behind to grab a bite. We spent a little dough, but, d’oh, I think we deserved a treat.

Today’s post is brought to you by Linda Hill and her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Dough/D’oh. Check out her page for other great posts and join in for some fun.

PS I sure hope your week was brighter than ours, cheers to a better tomorrow.

Burnin’ For Me #SoCS

Okay, I have to admit I was going to skate on this week’s #SoCS event, hosted by our wonderful writing friend Linda Hill. But I usually don’t get to the prompt page as soon as I get my load of weekly blog notifications, especially after this full moon crazy week. That is no exageration either. But, that is for another post. Since I do read Dan’s posts as soon as they hit the page, I am always able to know what the prompt is anyway. Check out his post today at the bar.

Now…about my last piece of mail, because that is what the prompt for today is. Talk about the last piece of mail you received. I’m just so excited (for once) about the mail. I guess I have crossed over into the ‘old habits are hard to break’ and ‘old people can’t move on’ zone. There are many indicators to confirm this notion for me and, once again, this post is not about those things today.

What it is about is my health-my physical well being-which, for me, is so closely related to my mental state. I have always been smallish but aging affects this so much, even in a work environment where I move around constantly. A body eventually becomes accustomed to its daily pace, and in order to increase its cardio workout, so must I. I prefer being outdoors and hiking, but it isn’t always possible, so I am revisiting an old and dear friend. I used to work out to Jane’s VHS tapes religiously, and to this day I prefer her methods over any other workout I have tried. There are varying levels and styles within her series that work for all ages and skill levels.

For a long time these videos were not available on DVD. Now they are and I am determined to be in the best shape I can be for my age and ability. Yeah…I bought it and it arrived yesterday! Woohoo! Imagine my excitement to get up this morning and get on that mat. 😳😁

 

I really was excited to workout with Jane again, those nostalgic memories of the 80’s filling my head. The sounds of Lionel Ritchie, Blondie,  Survivor, Michael Jackson and so many others ringing in the jukebox of my mind while my heart wished I still had my mauve colored leggings-you know, to complete the outfit. 🙈

Ok, let’s go. I know, feel the burn…

 

Oh I burned..and burned…and burned..hell my body was on fire! I was amazed at how much more difficult much of the Beginner’s Workout was, although I was able to do about 90%of the workout without faltering. My stretch ability couldn’t match Jane or her cohorts but I did every section. Tomorrow I will add the Intermediate workout, maybe. If I can convince my body I’m really not trying to kill us.

The best thing about having kept in shape most of these years is that muscles do have memory. Every time I work at getting toned, they seem excited to remember their true purpose, even if I forgot for a time. Right now they are a bit wobbly though.

All hail the magnificent Jane! She still looks fabulous.

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I’ll be turning 60 this year. Now, all you advertisement- for-seniors hounds, don’t waste your mail on me. Many people my age would ask why I bother, it’s not worth the time or trouble. To me, my health and fitness are the only things I have absolute control over, and I don’t plan on giving that up!

Happy #Free48 everyone. Take care of you!

 

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Me, in my most Happy Place…outdoors.