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Tag: Spring
In Another Dream
Somehow in this life, this dream, I have challenged myself to function in a most analytical arena, stretching my powers of detailed memory and patience, compassion and tolerance often to the edge of snapping. I love good communication with my fellow humans; however a work environment leaves little time or condusence to pleasant, equal exchange and yet I must communicate all day long. By the time I get home I long to slip out of my work scrubs, slip into comfy clothes, make a drink and sit outside. That is where my truest connections seem to be.
The world beyond our ordinary scope of viewing is vast, fascinating and ever changing. Most people aren’t aware of the precesses going on above, below and around them as they sleep walk through so many of their life moments.
I could bemoan the fact that, if only I’d waited a bit longer before making some of my life choices, I might have chosen a different path. An entimologist? Ornothologist? Veterinarian? The truth is that, although the world of Science and Nature fascinates me, along with all the interesting facts and discoveries that are made daily; I would be bored in a labarotory doing calculations, looking into microscopes and possibly seeing things that would make me sad.
What I really love is just observing the small things that show up whenever I feel down, when beauty seems elusive and my heart is heavy. Just watching how they seem to delight in their work that goes on each and every moment for the survival of their, as well as our, species eases my weary soul.
Have a look through the lens and see what I see….
“What a beautiful flower,” she said as she passed by.
A world of wonder when viewed with a keen eye.
We could take a cue from our little friends
about the nature of cohabitation, cooperation
and sharing.
Unless I get too close!
My faery friends have been slow to show themselves but we have had some interesting moths lately. Many I have never seen before.
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.
Take a moment to look beyond what you expect to see. Open your heart and soul to the connectedness of the All That Is. Think about being social with a different kind of network.
They were here first..
This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. Visit her blog for links to more great prompts and meet some fine bloggers.
For some lessons on good social behavior you should pop over to the bar and chat with Dan of No Facilities.
Happy Free 48!
Kiss me Quick!
Kiss me quick!
I’m feeling sick.
Waves of desire burn like fire!
Singe my soul
and
make me whole.
Kiss me quick!
Twinkle, twinkle
little star
how bright and
beautiful you are
against your universe
of green,
a whisper, soft and oft
unseen.
Touch of gold,
evening treasure,
wealth beyond
the greatest measure,
gift within the gift
so sweet!
The bee and me,
serendipity,
to share this
sweet
inheritance.
Tickle me pink
as perched on the brink
of certain magnificence
and feigning innocence
before the morrow’s tender bloom
a blushing bride awaits her groom.
He shall not come!
The footmen gather at the door
hungry, lusting, wanting more
and enter when, no longer, shy
she spreads herself beneath the sky,
sweet honey then in dewy wet
will, on their tongues without regret,
intoxicate, inebriate, satiate,
blissfully exonerate
their wickedness.
CKP copyright words and images.
Almost Friday my lovely friends! WOO HOO!
After the rain…
The itsy bitsy spider….
😳
Is a monster in macro! 😱
After weeks and weeks of rain and fickle temperatures, we finally saw a beautiful, mild, sunny day-and just in time for Easter. Everything is flourishing and blooming, both outside…
And in!
And they were tasty too! White cake with Orange Cream Cheese frosting. I hope everyone had a relaxing, peaceful and fun Easter holiday. I have been uber busy with work and didn’t get to post last week and I missed you all! I hope Spring has found its way into all your lives by now.
The cleanup crew
Just what makes that little ‘ole ant….
wait…
Hey guys! Are you sleeping on the job!? WAKE UP!!!
If I gotta go, you gotta go….hi ho, hi ho, hi ho…
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.
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!
The Soul of Spring #SoCS
In these very troubled days for our world, life has become a roller coaster of emotions for many people, even those who perhaps don’t acknowledge such things. Depression, mood swings, panic attacks and listlessness are all signs of discomfort of the heart, mind and soul.
This prolonged Winter, along with its erratic weather patterns and anomolies, haven’t helped the situation much. We, as a species, are a contradiction of emotions and desires. While we love the freedom to explore at will and throw caution to the wind for a thrill when we choose, we also love and need constancy in our often fragile existence.
Things like the sun rising each day, our feet staying planted firmly on the ground, and the seasons changing on time are touchstones for the human psyche.
Besides the health benefits of sunlight each day, our souls thrive in the light. Studies have shown the negative effects that light deprivation have on both physical and mental health. This has been a long and trying dormant season for so many people. Even though we aren’t buried in snow here, there have been too many gray and gloomy cold days for this human’s soul.
Hope reigns supreme, however, as Ms. spring is trying to stretch her stiff and frozen fingers, stretching towards the light for energy and inspiration. I see glimpses of her smile.
Too many might not even see these tiny wild violets and tread upon their faces
I see their magnificence and want to peer into their hearts
Her sole purpose is to renew this world, to work her magic over the dead, brown earth and paint the landscape with beauty and color once more.
I know she’s near
so do not fear…
Perhaps her soul is weary
at the thought of what’s to come…
If the human’s don’t remember
where their sustenance comes from.
If every hair on every head
is numbered, as is said,
why is wisdom blind
and we can’t even find
a common ground?
No wonder She is timid, slow to come.
But come, she will, for Nature does not fail.
Her soul knows joy in Creation,
love of life, her sole motivation
and we should be ever thankful
for her grace- her place
within the dream.
As for me, I am heading into the #Free48 with my soul full of hope and my sole reason for getting up to find and appreciate the beauty in this world. Maybe do a bit of my own creating too. 😉
Oh, and maybe to find some good food and a nice brew.
As always, thanks #Wahlburger’s at The Battery.
This post brought to you by Linda Hill. Her #SoCS prompt for today was soul/sole. Check out her blog for all the great prompts and posts from other bloggers there.
And if you need a cold brew and some techno talk, join Dan A of No Facilities. But, be warned, the good bartender is off today. 😏
Metamorphosis #poetry #photography
Stretching her stiff, numb fingers
towards the pale, new light
Spring stretches
and yawns
lovingly lifts her
paintbrush,
and brings the canvas
to life once more.
(We forgive you for oversleeping. 😉)
Celebration! #SoCS
My soul soars with childlike glee
while every bush and sleeping tree
yawns with fresh humility
before the light that magically
wipes away gray dormancy
transforming with pure ecstasy,
its palette filled abundantly
with Spring’s unique majesty.
I hold my breath!
Lest jealous Death-
Old Man Winter’s anarchist-
arrange a final chilling tryst,
her miracles to strip and crush
even as the soft pink blush
warms sweet Camelia’s face
and leave instead to take its place-
but shrivelled hope.
The bitter sting
of lovely Spring
stopped
in her tracks.
Fight back!
Don’t tarry as our hearts quiver,
noses run and bodies shiver.
We wait in silent anticipation
for Summer’s warm emancipation,
our toes to curl in golden sands,
and fireflies snagged by expert hands
as sultry sunset tints the blue
in orange, rose and violet hue.
Sweet Spring,
I see your skillful hand
as you stitch the canvas
of the land-
a tapestry
so richly grand
I understand
why he is jealous.
Cheryl KP
Copyright words and images 2019
I have been so inspired by Spring’s slow, jerky arrival and so hopeful for new opportunities. Creative juices flow this time of year and last weekend I made this little light catcher. It cheered me so that I kept it for myself and hung it in my bedroom window where the light at sunset falls just right.
Happy #free48 everyone! Celebrate Spring and do check out Linda’s page for today’s prompt and rules. Today’s word prompt was cele-
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 2/19
Affirmative, Captain #SoCS
We need to get this straight. I will affirm here and now that I have felt less than inspired in the last week. I’m working on the novel-still…maybe forever..but really loving the progress. It is just not something one can easily do at the end of a work day or week, popping from pragmatic, ordered thinking into fanatstical dreaming reality.
I mean I usually can, but lately the world has just felt so…heavy. I affirm I am not a fan of old Man Winter. And I love men in general. Just not sadistsic, self indulgent, harsh and cold troublemaking men. Just why Mother Nature has him in her circle is beyond me. But then, taste in friends is always quite subjective isn’t it? It takes all kinds of people to make a world. If we were all alike we would either be hugely bored or constantly fighting ourselves.
There’s Spring
Glorious Summer
Fleeting Fall
And WTF Winter!
I affirm that life is wearying at times, and when I was younger I held older people in the highest regard, seeking their wisdom, understanding and encouragement. For the most part I am exposed to situations in which older people are viewed and treated as outdated, stupid or at best uninformed, and gulity of some heinous crime of destruction that most of them are completely unaware. Perhaps the crime is just being older than 30. I thank God each day my children are not this way.
When I was in the Christian church growing up, we were taught to always put yourself in others’ shoes, to empathize and express compassion. There was a humbleness in being a child of God. I suppose there has always been a double edged sword aspect to religion..any of them, just as there is duality of spirit within each of us. I just know that I would rather stand quietly alone, with my hand in His, than stand with a mob of angry, accusatory, self righteous finger pointers whose main goal is to be the best, the biggest and the chosen. Since when did being a Christian become a popularity contest?
I affirm that God’s greatest gifts exist all around us, that peace can be found in the tiniest miracle of life, that entertainment is free in Mother Nature if you just take a moment to breathe and to feel her presence. Soul healing does not exist in a book or a prayer. It is in your own hands, the ones given to you in this life. Perhaps we should stop shouting, ”God, save us!”
Maybe it’s time to whisper, “God help us to save ourselves.” We have to stop making our own messes then blaming everyone else for them, which includes..
No, honey, the devil did not make you do it. We all have a choice and the light and dark exists in every one of us.
I affirm that when I love someone it is forever, even if you choose to cast me aside. Anyone who has ever found a place in my heart will remain there forever, and my family means more to me than anything. If they hurt, I hurt. When they are in pain, it is mine. When they are happy, my world is perfect. I know no other way.
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Grandkids rock!
Cheers to beers!
I would be lost without this shadow
Love is all around
The face of pure happiness
My favorite place to be!
Friendships take time to become beautiful
Always my Dad
Through every thing
I love the friends I have made here, in this magical realm of blogging, where like minds can meet and feel less alone, share ideas and laughs. We all do such a wonderful job of encouraging, lifting one another up and being there. Thank you to any and all who have done this for me. And if you feel like a beer check out Dan’s frozen corner of the world. Now, he has some Winter tales…
I affirm that I am ready for Spring, budding flowers, buzzing insects and balmy breezes. Meanwhile, we can always dream..in fact I must insist that you dream with me, or we might not see her face again!
What do you see when you step outside?
Thanks to Linda Hill and her #SoCS prompt, ‘affirm’.
Too Cute for Tuesday/Photography
So, you’ve all heard of Pavlov’s dog, right? No? Well, read about it here. It’s all about conditioning. The more I observe nature, the more I become aware of the patterns within it.
This is our little buddy Zippy. I used to call him Chip, but hubby has dubbed him Zippy for the way he appears and disappears, Ninja style, all over the yard. He and his new little family live under our porch.
We first started noticing him during the Winter and were concerned during the continuing late freezes. But we made sure to leave treats on the porch to help with their survival.
As soon as Spring got over her bipolar attitude, they both began to reappear in the yard, and when seen we left more treats. It soon became evident the favorite was walnuts. Hubby loves to spoil his friends and family, so walnuts became the main event. They snubbed the peanuts, tolerated the pumpkin seeds and nibbled at almonds. Sooooooo….
We noticed something else. Zippy was showing a pattern. He would appear when we were in the kitchen by the back door and just sit on the edge of the step, kind of looking adorable. I might squeeze off a photo or two if I was lucky, but all too soon he scurried away. Hubby would then put out the golden walnuts. And we waited. No Zippy. But the minute our backs were turned, the nuts would disappear.
Now and then, however, he forgets himself and sits indulgently enjoying his treats, oblivious to the watchers behind the glass; and if I am stealthy enough I can get some really good photos. Of course, sometimes it is Chip that shows up. And lately we have seen the new little one zipping across the yard-just like its pop. I have begun calling it Nippy.
How do I know this is Pennington’s Chipmunk? Anytime they are hungry, the ritual begins. A trip to the edge of the porch, a disappearance. Who knows what goes on in the tiny minds of these critters? Are we the Walnut gods? Will they ever trust us enough to eat in our presence? Will a true friendship form? So far, I think they have us trained pretty well….Stay tuned for the adventures of Zip and Dale!
They really are too cute for their fur! 🙊💕
I love this sweetie too. Have a marvelous week everyone. I have had some rough days recently, but it’s hard to be out of sorts with so much beauty around me. 😊
Dreaming Reality 
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