Breathing
17 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, daydreams, words Tags: breathing, spiritual, summer
breathing is good, just saying
You are almost there
30 Apr 2011 3 Comments
in change, daydreams, gypsies, planning, random thoughts, spring, words Tags: dreaming, jordan, spiritual, spring
Yesterday, between snow showers, rain storms, and apparently earthquakes here in Minnesota, we had a spot of sunshine. Having an opportunity to play a bit outside, I visited the town I used to live in, and a garden I used to play in, for some playing in the dirt.
So, I raked a bit, hauled a bit, and visited a bit with some old friends, all in all a wonderful and refreshing morning. I said good day to plants that I have known for years as they emerged from the sun warmed soil, listened to birds, and the sounds of old voices.
Me, I am a great believer in signs, and I ask for them consistently, hoping, always hoping, for a bit more insight into my journey here. I am not sure the path I am on, but figure I will be there eventually. So back to my perpetual questions; I always ask, being a not patient woman…WHEN? when will I understand, when will I be there? And I had been asking that same question while I worked in the garden.
I looked down to see a slip of white paper fluttering in the breeze. Picking it up I read, on a Fortune Cookie slip…You are almost there… Hmm, now what do I ask?
Happy Springtime, Happy Green time
17 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
in daydreams, gypsies, spring, words Tags: dreaming, spiritual, summer
Happy day from us all. St Pats has always been my harbinger of Spring. I LOVE spring!!!!!
Picture this
10 Mar 2011 2 Comments
in clouds, random thoughts, summer, words Tags: clouds, spiritual, summer
It is a late summer afternoon, we are laying on our backs on a warm grassy lawn. For a while we have our eyes closed, listening to the soft sounds of leaves rustling in the breeze, a bit of grass heads clicking against one another. A bird song sings across the breeze, answered; from the distance, by another soft trill. Sun shines against our cheeks, opening our eyes. We shade our faces with the back of our hands, and look up into the blue sky, at clouds, floating in the shape of castles, and horses, and love.
Morning
08 Mar 2011 1 Comment
in random thoughts, words Tags: crows, spiritual, winter
Early this morning, I lay in bed and pretended it was spring. Listening to the early morning sounds; J.T. grinding coffee beans, Parker the dog rattling his collar; excited,awake, fed, and happy, Melody heading off to work and school, I felt content, warm, not at all ready to face the reality of no sun and more snow. We have a plentiful amount of snow this winter…no lacking of snow.
I picture crows, sitting, snug in high branches, talking back and forth, discussing their coming day, perhaps some shiny black heads, feathers sleek, nodding towards another, black eyes watching, warily, the world below. Talking, warning, celebrating of the day.
I did not want to rise, felt contemplative, warm, content. I lazily dozed, woke again, dozed again. Each waking moment, spent marveling at my blessings. I have many.
Mornings are very good.
Words
25 Feb 2011 3 Comments
in random thoughts, words Tags: spiritual
Lately, I have been spending a great deal of time writing, some words you see here on both of my on-line journals, others just set quietly in my computer, maybe hoping that they see the light of day, or peacefully nestled against each other resting, meditating.
Words are lovely, they brush against us gleefully, sparkling, delightful visions. Some words form themselves together, into sentences, building into paragraphs, chapters, stories, books, tall tales, and poetry.
Words are rounded, made to order for the moments we need filled, lifting our spirits, ecstatically, or flinging us sorrowfully down into depths of strong despair. Words are jewelry, startling gems, diamonds and emeralds, yet, also strident, harsh lumps of coal, darkening our faces.
