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If Existence is a dream, let us dream perfection….
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I hope you can find time to join me on my recent hike in Panama. . you can find it here: https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2022/03/walk-with-me-1linerwednesday.html
I posted this on my other blog Dreaming Existence and wanted to share with you all here as well. We need to be introspective at this time in our Human history. We need to examine our own intent, accept the pain we try so hard to cast off and know that only together, through loving intent, our better future can be created.
The simple truth is that we are faced with the total unknown at this most profound moment in modern history and the way our society is handling this challenge is the most troubling thing for me. So much anger, impatience, intolerance, insensitivity, arrogance, greed and denial has taken its toll on those who are
More than anything else, the song speaks to the way we communicate, the words that spill from our mouths, often in careless ways, whether intentional or not. It speaks of the lies that break our spirits, our hearts and our faith in a better world.
Anyone who has ever followed my blog or knows me well understands my idea of peace. While I continue to envision and pray for universal peace, I know that true peace can only be found within each soul individually. Every one of us is responsible for finding that place which we can retreat to for solace, comfort and the assurance that all will be well in our souls.
For those who accept the idea that our lives are guided by a higher power, Peace then comes in that knowledge and acceptance, each finding their own way of communion with Spirit. What name this guiding force is called matters not. If universal naming were important we would all be in trouble here.
What matters most is that every living thing find a common pulse, that place in which we all become one, even for a moment. Call it prayer, meditation, communion or simply quieting the mind from the constant chatter that we have come to know as commonplace in our lives.
The peace I find comes in the shade of the Creator’s Love, this beautiful spinning orb of rock, water, gases and cellular magnificence we call Earth..and home. I spent my Thanksgiving breathing, relaxing and being. I spent yesterday reveling in our home and its inhabitants. This is my church and these are my fellow worshippers. We are thankful for our breath and what each if us knows as perfection in life. The genuine moments of peace that sustain us through hardship and loss. These are the gifts, the treasure, the cool shade of a Love that knows no limit.
It is a good thing to find joy wherever you may be. It is another to be in a place where joy bombards you from all directions. For me that place is within the living world.
May you find a reason to be thankful in every day.
This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.
If our walk made you thirsty, head on over to Dan’s place. They are serving up cold ones in spite of the impending snow predictions. 😉
The key to harmony..
is knowing when to enjoy the spotlight…
…and when to step back, allowing others to be brilliant.
No, we weren’t at the Audubon Zoo. As a side note, I have never been to that zoo, though I have observed it from the park that runs beside it. And I have visited many amazing zoos as well.
Anyway, when I saw Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt I could think of no better way to get the job done than straight forward and to the point.
With a little help from my new aquarium friends…
Mr Fish was quite abash
at the brazen, frank and brash
exhibition and fruition
of Mr Turtle’s non-contrition
as he dug with great ambition
for delights beneath the rocks!
While the Butterfly brigade
nibbling grapes and marmalade,
enjoying such a bash
nary batting an eyelash
at what happened in the deep
for their eating led to sleep
and sweet dreams.
Beware! Dear winged creatures
for the horrifying feature
in the land of swampy things
from Louisiana brings
Mr Gator, with his hypnotizing eyes
and he will grow to such a size
he could crush you in his jaws
as he strokes you with his claws.
In the land of Jambalaya
Mr Gator must beware
lest someone come and bash him
making him the evening’s fare.
Fried, boiled, stewed
Contemplating an escape?
perhaps you should
And if you’re thirsty, toddle on over to the bar for some wings and beer with Dan and his buddy But watch out. I hear the bartender might bite if you don’t leave a tip. 😉
For Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt today.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mean(s).” Use it with or without the “s,” any way you’d like. Have fun!
a) to have in mind as a purpose: intend
Those stairs are steep and I mean to climb them!
That bartender, I mean she knows how to mix a drink!
b) to design for or destine to a specified purpose or future
Nature was meant to be loved, cared for and protected…
a) Lacking in mental discrimination: dull, contemptible-often used in negative constructions as a term of praise.
”Dismantling the government is no mean feat. “
b) characterized by petty selfishness or malice
”a mean, surly man”
3) excellent, effective
”That restaurant makes a mean seafood platter!”
4) Occupying a middle position, intermediate in space, a position between extremes.
Serving as a means, intermediary, something intervening.
A middle point between extremes.
By all means (most assuredly: certainly) we can accomplish great things when we work together.
Okay Dan I think I’m ready for those technical words now…
And that beer!
I love this prompt! God knows I love flowers. And bees on flowers. And butterflies on flowers. And now I am using mostly ancient grain flours for cooking, but I still love a squishy homemade roll or burger bun. So, thanks Linda Hill for making it ‘real’ for me this time around.
Last weekend was full of fun for us, being up in Nebraska for a couple of special events. My oldest son got married and I made the cake, a simple but oh-so-yummy Strawberry Wipped Cream number that is almost always perfect on a 90 degree end of Summer day. The strawberries are soaked in Grand Marnier for hours (of course) before being layered in the cake alternately with freshly whipped cream. I think it was a success.
The bride’s dress? Oh, she was beautiful in it throughout the afternoon. As soon as the ceremony and photos were done in the sweltering heat of early evening, we all shed our finery and donned cooler attire.
The flowers? If you come to my blog often enough, you know I love flowers. Here is a recent encounter with a beautiful fellow who enjoys them even more than me!
For more great #SoCS posts visit Linda’s blog at the link at the top of the page. Happy Saturday my friends!
You know, when your entire week has seemed liked this….
it is only logical to long for the #Free48, that mystical place where you get to do all you dream of doing during the 5 days that seemed more like the 7,200 minutes that they were. Yes, I am being practical and counting non working hours because we all know our minds remain connected to the job until that glorious moment when we, like children waiting for the bell that heralds recess, punch our tickets and fling our critical thinking to the four winds.
My usual tactic for Friday is to find the nearest good food watering hole and begin the process of necessary amnesia. C’mon, you have to know we tried a new place. It was only logical to check out a venue near my favorite Friday hangout in The Battery, (aka Wahlburgers) just in case our choice proved to be a disappointment. We were not disappointed. Spending the evening sipping some really unique cocktails made with great skill by our bartender, Alex, ended up a great way to end the day. We will defintiely add El Super Pan to our list of favorite places to unwind. We almost felt like we were back in Costa Rica, although it is a Cuban venue. The Cuban sandwich was so good, the bread perfect and my Tostones with a cilantro oil sauce were also great.
As to the #Free48, there are no plans as of yet. I need to do some serious writing and there are a few practical things to consider, like whether we keep watching our resident chipmunk continue his methodical melee’ on our tomatoes or take action. 😕
Well, at least the butterflies enjoy the spoils….
So, whether you prefer mystical, whimsical, magical posts or lean more to logic, do check out our host’s page. Linda Hill serves up some challenging and fun prompts each week for us. For comic relief and logical info, check out Dan’s place. He is the IT and history guru.
And now…..drumroll please……..for my Victory moment this week!
I did NOT eat one of these…..
(although I did look at them at least three times)
Ahhhh….progess, and an awesome end to a somewhat chaotic week. Thank you, Linda!
This prompt reminds me of one of my favorite songs by one of our favorite bands.
photography and life
Teaching the art of composition for photography.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
Make Hugs Not War.
an ongoing experiment in the dirt, 35 plus years
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
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