*We were already out walking as these thoughts came to mind this morning.
It’s -6 c here right now. That pic is one I took of Tim last winter. He’s started wearing his combat coat again this past couple of weeks. Cute eh …lol
In that half awake
half in dreams realm
where everything is real
(or so it seems)
a child wanders
here, there and, everywhere
There are no borders
no walls or fences to divide
to keep people in or, to
keep people out
Everyone is happy
for the monsters who live
under the bed
hide behind curtains
or, who peep through the windows
that’s what monsters do
They arrive at night
to frighten you.
In that hazy fog of half-remembered
I could swear in all the yearning
(substitute that for dreams)
knowing for certain if I swing
my arms round and around
in circles at my sides
for long enough and, run as fast
as I possibly could
slowly, I would begin
to lift at first
then, to float
finally, to leave the ground behind
and as long as my arms
*I’m trying to decide whether to take my iPhone 4s apart so that I can teach myself how to put a new screen on it and then can do it for other people, for a fee. Not an easy decision to make when you know it’s worth over $400 if you mess it up but .. ..the only way to learn is… to do.
It’s how I learned everything I know about repairing & programming computers.
So, I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for the task, I truly love taking things apart but, have to know I can put them back together again and still be working….LOL
I took that picture of the iPhone a short while ago to show the weather here today…rain and, tomorrow the temps drop and we get our first snow of the year, dropping 10 degrees by Monday and more snow. (Yuck)
“He’s sitting in his boat staring at me as I walk by. Perv!”
“It’s a dummy.”
“No… it’s him!”
“Have a closer look, silly.”
“I think he may be dead. I’m not going near there!”
“You were right…it is a dummy. Duhhh.”
When she was younger, our neighbour down the road from us once had a small row boat in his front yard. The pic isn’t the actual boat but, I used it to show what I mean. His yard was quite large and the boat was some way back from the road. As I drove up it, from a distance, I thought he was sitting in it wearing a bright yellow plastic raincoat with the hood up. Slowed down to see it was a very realistic seated mannequin.
Chloe saw it when she came home from school. But as usual, she was always in such a rush, she raced by and was so freaked out thinking it was the neighbour watching her. She actually asked me if I thought he was dead. LOL I convinced her next time she passed to take a better look.
She came home soooooo sheepish the next day…..LOL
Grateful for the gifts of life and love Replacing want with only all needs met Always aware there are others less fortunate Thanksgiving and thanks given Impossible to say which is worth more The giving or recieving Until your soul is in the right place to know Denying ego its lust for greed and wanting more Endless are the blessings which come in many guises Sharing them, the greatest gift of all.
Moslems and Christians and Jews raising their hands to the sky their chanting voice in unison begin to arrive how happy is the one
whose heart’s ear hears that special voice as it begins to arrive.
*The poem is grim because my heart is weeping for the insanity of it all. There is nothing about this that is right. I Googled images of Gazza and the images of children are just ….slaughter.
I don’t care what anyone’s faith is…no God of mine would ever wish to see all this crap no matter what faith we believe in.
Sometimes hard to believe we are all the same species.
Still, I have hope and have to believe one day we will see sense.
They are talking of a ceasefire….Hope springs eternal.
I keep trying to leave
but you clutch at me and
do your best to keep me
in the deepness
of your sea.
Your heart cries out its song
in the rawness of your waves
as you trail along my shore
grasp me from behind
aware that you’re playing
my favourite tune
still, pulling on my ankles
like the strings of my heart
as I try my best to leave
yet, have such a need
to swim in you again.
so tempting you make it
for me to stay
To submit to your lure
let you have your way
but, I know I mustn’t
for you will drown me in the
very depths and needs of
and, if I sink beneath you
I may never find
the strength to swim
To them, she was just another a pawn
lost amidst a sea of faces where
everyone lived their life
through only black and white.
They’d never see her beauty, pride
or, the fire in her eyes.
In rigid uniformity
daily they comply
too scared to bust a move in case
that planning goes awry
(it’s wrong to go against the
they may find the new cell
they’ll belong to is yet another
smaller type, of prison.
But, she is quite unique
and unless she is arrested
for not wishing to become
another clone lost among
she will never be silent
*I’ve always applauded people who are not afraid of being ‘different’
I like my own individualism and have never tried to ‘fit’ in a box which others would like to make me fit into just to please them.
Was looking at the Chinese election of their new leader, and noticed that with only one or two exceptions, every single one of them was wearing black. Do they not know the world and its people are alive and vibrant and bursting with colour?
Same thing every morning.
She arrives, and immediately flops sideways into the arm chair to fall back to sleep for a few more minutes
“Getting up time” I call, as I do every day.
Clomp, clomp clomp down the stairs then a sudden bang, followed by: ‘Ow’
“What did you do?”
“I forgot to turn.”
Those are not our actual stairs but I wanted to show what I mean by our stairs face one way and then there’s a small landing and they twist back on themselves to remain facing the same way.
When I asked what the bang was, still being half asleep… Chloe forgot to turn and had walked into the wall.
*No kids were harmed in the production of this 55 😉