Look Closely/#photography

As we hustle through life, often barely acknowledging the things that come and go in our daily vistas, it would bode well for us to make an effort to stop and peer into the face of the familiar often ordinary seeming wonders of this world. The things that are constnt and yet so often overlooked could disappear tomorrow, never to be seen again. What grandeur would we miss then!

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See Me

 

Hello there.

Perhaps you think me plain

and every Spring I seem the same,

a lowly blossom in the grasses

not as grand as other lasses-

Rose, Camelia, Gardenia, Rhodedendron, Lily!

How I pale before their light.

 

But if you come a little nearer

and peer into my face…

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In a moment I can erase

all sorrow,

you can borrow

my peace

and in its place

leave your burdens here.

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Just a closer look, you see,

and everything-not only me,

will reveal the magic that abounds

in each miracle that surrounds

you.

Take the time to see

the beauty that is me,

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Each shadowed line

and crease defines

the one

I have become.

No more,

no less-

Heaven bless

our hearts

that beat with hope

as our minds grope

for lucid thought

in a world so fraught

with desintegration.

I see you,

beautiful and perfect.

 

Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019

With Spring finally rousing herself from deep slumber, I am inspired to use my macro lens, even if it is just the one for my phone. Someday, perhaps, I can afford the luxury of a macro lens for my camera. Every time I try to buy one, the techs at the camera shop talk me out of it. 🤔

Happy #Free48 everyone!

 

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Art Matters/#SoCS

When I saw the SoCS JusJoJan prompt for today I was nearly giddy with excitement. Finally something easy. But, wait, what kind of art to post about.

You see, I am kind of an art ADHD, in that I am not committed to one thing. I am sort of an artsy Jane-of-All-Trades and perhaps Master-of-None. I love creating but am constantly moving from project to project. It isn’t that I get bored. I just feel maybe I should move on or that time is wasting. I haven’t figured out yet what this semi-neurosis stems from but will keep you posted should I work it out. Maybe it will come to me in a dream. Many of my dilemmas are worked out during dreams.

Meanwhile, what to choose…so difficult! Since I am currently working as feverishly as I can on my Dawn of the Dream novel I think I’ll post a snippet. And maybe a photo or two of projects. I hope you enjoy them.

No matter what, I hope you find your own artistic outlet. Don’t even try to say it to me. Everyone has an artistic vein. It just takes something special to pull it out of us sometimes. Just ask anyone who has done a Cork and Canvas class. 😉

Okay, from the journals of my mind wanderings which will hopefully cohese into a novel. Someday….

from Dawn of the Dream…

Inside the Sorceress’s hut, the Hunter and Ella were not thinking of sleep. It was awkward, so long since either had known passion; and Ella tentatively worked at conversation. “Eolas, do you think Saol is comfortable in the cave, without..” Eolas put his finger to her lips and pulled her close to him.

“There is no need to worry about Saol. She is well cared for. Now, there is only us and we have so little time.” The Hunter took a deep breath, as though inflating his courage. The smell of lavender wafted across the room like a breeze. In times past this would have given him pause for sorrow; but in that moment, he felt comforted. It was as though Eagna was reassuring him.

‘Live, my love. Show our daughter what love can be.’

Eolas wasn’t sure exactly what the journey would bring; but he knew in that moment, for the first time since his world crumbled, he felt an almost overwhelming desire to love again. Ella pulled his hand from her mouth and slid it down to her breast. “I know we have both been here before, but I feel so…” Eolas silenced her again, but this time with his lips. There were no more words as they recalled the fire and desire of physical union, making the most of the moments they had to share. Neither worried for the lost sleep or when the sun would rise-only that it rose on them lying together…..

To be continued..

A bit of sizzle for your Saturday. And hop over to the bar. Our buddy Dan is back on his feet and having a beer!

Here are a few more of my happy distractions…

Tap lightly on an image to see the caption. Happy #Free48 everyone! Be your creative, artistic self. Oh, and if you haven’t already, try to catch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Netflix. It’s fantastic!

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A Flake/#SoCs

Okay, I’m saying it for you. That’s what many of you will say when you read my post, but I don’t even care. If being a flake means I have faith in something outside of myself that keeps me going in a world gone mad around me then I’d rather be a flake doing life. (Wait, that sounds kind of like a favorite song….) maybe later.

Anyway, according to my favorite customer at the bar and doorscursion expert Dan , the Friday prompt for Linda Hill’s  #SoCS event is to open any book and, with eyes closed, point to a section on the page and write about the word, sentence or paragraph. It so happens that the book sitting beside my bed is one I have been working at reading for weeks now. I say “working at” because these days reading books seems nearly impossible. Between real time work, trying to write my own book, do some creative projects, spend time with hubby and get out to see the natural world and be rejuvenated, I hardly have enough moments to sit and read more than a few pages. I am slowly working my way through Inkheart as well. I love the movie so I suppose knowing the end keeps me from plodding forward more quickly.

Back to the point. I am not a particularly religious person in my later years although I am deeply spiritual in that I am confident that there is a guiding force in my life and there are things that we do not fully understand nor even often consider as real possibilities because our practical brains cannot pick them apart, categorize and file them away as proven facts. Those are the things that intrigue me most. If I had my life to do over again I would have gone into Science just to study Quantum Physics. Or become a photo journalist. 😏

What is the point?, you are saying. I ask for guidance in all things that I do-for Spirit, God, The Universe, to manifest itself for me in ways that give me tangible evidence that we do not walk alone here. This evidence is not for me, but for sharing. In the words of Fox Mulder, “I want to believe!” And,  more than he, I really do.

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This is a good book, by the way. And so true. Many of us feel we are doing a great job in life, just letting things roll, going with the flow, saying “it is what it is” (I hate that one) when we are really just stuffing things into a big old suitcase with aging rusty latches that someday will give out from the enormity of what is inside,  swelling until it must be recognized. Many things should be shared, gotten off of one’s chest and ironed out, even though it might be uncomfortable or even painful. I was raised in a home where conflict was taboo, so learning to have a civil disagreement was challenging. An all out argument used to cripple me. Now I understand that true change and growth never occurs without some discomfort. Sometimes a lot of it.

Again, the point. As I opened the book, I closed my eyes, asking for guidance to find just the right phrase or thought to include in this post. As I scrolled the page my finger dragged a bit and I passed the spot, but scrolled back up where it dragged again.

When I opened my eyes, this was the paragraph. I ain’t lyin’..

So how do I get to this point,” you may ask, “willing to BE, first?” Processing negative feelings throught the Script is the perfect place to start. As you process your feelings you are BE-ing. It will be of great benefit for you to work throught the hostilities and frustrations you may have so you can finally arrive at the place of ‘live and let live’…of BE-ing, enjoying the peace of now.

This is my goal, even before this book or this passage. To live in the now moment, for it is the only one which truly exists. The past is but a blip in our brains and the future is   a mere possibility.

Here is another of my recent moments of requesting presence to be made known. When we took our day trip to Sawnee Mountain Preserve, there is a statue of the purported Sawnee himself at the entrance to the park. The plackard board states that no true image of the indigenous man known as Sawnee exists, so they did an imagined rendition. I took several photos of the statue, my heart and soul asking if the true spirit of the man known as Sawnee or anyone else wanted to be recognized while I was there, to please feel free. This was my photo. I love orbs! I get them a lot. Sometimes they even show up in photos later, after I have already edited and saved them .

 

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Okay, go ahead and call me a flake. But I am a happy flake, a contended and loving flake. I wish the rest of the world would join me in the hope of flakiness.

PS. I never got a green orb before. Green is a healing color. I love this one.

Okay, so now that the song is stuck in my head I am sharing it with you. Please feel free to keep it playing in your heads all day too. Happy Free 48! More to come on that later!

And. Speaking of “points”, have any of you ever seen the production The Point? It is a marvelous work about acceptance and the importance of being different. Check it out! I saw it as a play in high school but they made a movie of it too.

 

 

 

 

Rollin’ in the Dough/#SoCS/#Free48

Can you even stand it? The Doughnut craze, that is. How is it possible to have so many bodacious doughnut shops in one city? I have already posted a few of our doughnut adventures over the past few months, but this one is by far the most scrumptious so far. A rep at the office dropped off these tasty treats today.

 

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How could I say no to just one? Can you guess which one I chose?

These doughnuts came from a culinary castle known as

 

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The Dutch Monkey Donut Shop in Cumming, Georgia. Check out the yumminess they serve up daily. I’m beginning to think I’ll never be able to make it through all the delightful bakeries here before I explode! We will definitely be making an in person visit to this wonderful shop in the near future.

So many donuts, so little time!

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Thank you Atlanta! Visit this fantastic city and all the amazing food venues when you can!

This post is a part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS blog prompt series.

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You’ll recognize Dan. He’ll be the one with the ugly team shirt and a bunch of strange people following him…😏

Always a Day Late/#SoCS

Yep, that’s me most often.  When it comes to my creative endeavors and meeting deadlines for prompts, I am not as dedicated as my Mussel Loving friend Dan of No Facilities .  He meets all deadlines with ‘i’s’ dotted and ‘t’s’ crossed, with humor and nice photos.

I am more aptly categorized as scattered and prone to whimsy when it comes to sharing those things that I do for fun. I have often been asked why, since I enjoy doing so many things creatively, I don’t do ‘such and such’ as a business.  For me, to focus all my energy on one particular pastime would steal the joy from it and also possibly prohibit me from doing those other things I love so much.  I guess maybe I am akin to the bees and butterflies I love to photograph so much, flitting from bloom to bloom and drinking in the sweetness each has to offer, but not lingering long enough to miss another possibility.

So, for #ThursdayDoors I am late, but sliding in to home base for the #SoCS prompt by our host Linda Hill

Forgive me for not being more present on WP lately but I have definitely spent the last week enjoying life’s  precious offerings so that I could share them with you, my precious friends in the blogging world. I am hoping your #Free48 is filled with many precious moments.  Hugs!

 

 

 

Last Saturday’s adventure led us to Sope Creek National Park in Marietta, Georgia.  I was so thrilled to be in the shadows of the woods, dip my toes in the cool water and breathe softly with Mother Nature. Precious indeed.

 

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My art time is also precious to me, though it takes me much longer to complete a piece than most folks. Still working on my devilish mermaid who loves her Old Fashioned made with Angel’s Envy.  😉

 

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Finding moments to whip up energy bites can be a challenge too, but I never regret the time spent.  Yummy!

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Friday fun with a friend!
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We found tiny doors! Love #Tinydoorsatl
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Great Mexican lunch at #minero at #PonceCityMarket

 

 

And, when you say it often enough, someone finally obliges!!

 

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Now, here’s another favorite hymn from my days in Sunday services as a child

 

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Earwhat?! #SoCS

I’ve never told him this, but I rely on Dan to supply the #SoCS prompt for me each week. I get the notice for his post first, check it out, copy the link and get mine going. Oh, hi Dan! Thanks for the reminder of the reminder. The truth is I love the ‘If We Were Having a Beer’ stories so much. Congrats on hitting one thousand posts (and congrats to the weary Editor too) 😏

Now, back to that prompt. When I first saw Linda’s prompt I thought it said, ‘earwig’. That word conjured up horrific images of me From my childhood, blissfully watching TV on the cool clean floor on a hot Saturday night until abruptly having my world explode when someone shouts, “stinkbug!” which, in my family, means “earwig”! Then it was mayhem as my Dad went for a shoe and we kids flew in four different directions. Sometimes we even missed Flipper saving Bud. Or Sandy saving Bud, or Bud and Sandy saving Flipper.😱

Then this image flew into my brain.

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Rabid Rod Serling (Dan) fans will know the series and the episode immediately. But those of you who don’t can watch it here.

THE most frightening episode of Night Gallery for me. Ever. Wait. Maybe it was the spider that kept crawling up from the sink-only bigger. Or maybe the dummy that came to life. Or maybe….you get the picture.

Well, when I looked twice and realized it was, in fact, ‘earworm’ I breathed a sigh of relief because, God knows, I didn’t want to relive those horrific memories!

Now, darn if I didn’t just post an earworm story Here two days ago.

However, it seems I normally wake up with a new earworm every few days so today’s magical mystery tour brings us to the song that was in the movie last night, The Keeping Hours, oddly enough recognized by another blogging friend a few days ago. It was a fvaorite of mine in the 70’s. You can check out Jill’s blog Over here if you like. The song?

And, now here’s the really strange part about all of this-(cue Twilight Zone intro music) This song has long been my “cure” tune to rid myself of an earworm song. Please don’t ask for the science behind it but just know that it works. Perhaps the slow pace, the concentration it takes to sing the lyrics, or just the fact that it puts me into a meditative romantic place. It works. Every time. What word were we talking about? I’ve forgotten now.

Happy #Free48 guys! Go out and make it memorable. Hugs from me and the bugs!

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