A baby sleeping in a crib? Unspoken words between a couple? Happening upon a butterfly that was dancing in the wind...interrupting life - adding lightness and spontaneous beauty that seems to stop time for a brief second or three.
Who hasn't been moved?
The heart is such a complex little contrivance. But, today my heart is full. There are just so many words that spill over on top of each other, wandering loosely about.
I can see it clearly now. Finally, up close and personal so I can make out the details. Sometimes I take my vision for granted. What do I mean? Have you ever taken a vision test? This vision test doesn't involve any drops in our eyes or reading a chart across the room. This vision test involves holding our lives up against something that is unchanging regardless of the changes in our vision. Can you see clearly now?
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment — but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Lord Byron
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On this day, not even this weather can take away the perfection of an orchid in bloom. May there always be a flower in your day. #alwaysaflower
Inner peace, world peace, prayers for peace, and the sometimes elusive- finding peace of mind... Peace be with you. Every. Single. Day.
And just as suddenly, you have to wonder if you have woken up to a dream. Never let the memory fade, forget not what you’re doing, even the simplest things, making the most of every experience.
A fine layer of quiet lay undisturbed on this day. I finally understand life, as the clouds swirl above her head, her love so true, and how I still watch over her, yet she is gone too. True love has no real end.
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it"
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Electic and true, from me to you. And just like that, these words are done. I want to thank you for strolling along with me through the musings of my mind. Some days, I just have to let them go, giving them freedom, spread across the pages, to say what they say and do what they wish. No judgment.
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot
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