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I am going to take a trip outside of our current season (Winter) and  address a metaphor that I have here.  When I look back at this picture, I remember a story.  A week or two before these signs were up, we walked the trail, and 3 out of 4 of us were stung (including the dog).  With the help of concerned hikers, we learned to avoid repeating the same stress.  Sometimes it takes a sign to know the best way.  Other times a memory can give the needed direction – to change paths, climb mountains and move mountains.  Relative to you when you are climbing a mountain:  The mountain is moving.

Freedom flowing through some frantic fancies

Writing down thoughts for action,

All important,

I do everything that’s on my list,

We only get this chance once in a while

Make the most of it, memories are made,

We’ve found time to spend! When we don’t get this:

Stress starts swarming like ferocious insects,

Several somehow squeezing through a screen,

Searching to sting exposed skin or suck blood,

I am planning now for the day ahead,

And the fierce scream of the bugs in my life

Fade away as I swat dead: irritants,

That once cluttered my working mind and time,

Now I can dream of the travel of days,

Through the fields, through the forest, on the trails,

On the road, under full skies, on we go,

Through the valley, the country, the city,

Once home’s found, I think of the day to be,

Separated from anxiety by

A thin shield of melted time – sand that slips

Through glass…Every vision I see is

Breathing without pain, without fear, without

Stress as long as the rhythm holds. We are

Fine-tuned engines if properly maintained,

Moving mountains while murmuring: our minds

Machines moving through massive mental skies,

Ideas I forgot or remember

Left over thoughts that incrementally

Build the beliefs and new resolutions,

Charge the decision and the will to move

Shift Work

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God said feel your way fledgling,

And the lone young bird hopped off the branch, high in the tree top,

Day grew old,

And the sun sunk into a red fiery haze,

The young bird enveloped in darkness, as it sleeps through the night,

A small mammal wakes to the nighttime world,

The moon calmly nudges the creature into its nocturnal flight,

In search of food:  insects,

Mysterious travels

Sight in sound, beyond that

Sonar

 

 

There is so much to see in nature.  Sometimes we can see a leap of faith.  At night, it is hard to see.  Sometimes I use my imagination (of course when we dream).  Cool to think about bats, that have a different sort of sense.  Flying through the night based on sonar.  At some point the travels between faith and sense are intersected by instinct – impulsivity.  There definitely seems to be a period of learning.

 

Strong supports

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morning in the city

Pleasure-filled moments of triumph living,

In my memories and in my new days,

Nothing is missing in these scattered times,

I have been without pain and now faith stays,

Now I have forgotten the suffering,

Even in dreams I am free to wander,

Love in the landscape that speeds below me,

As I lay down: no worries to ponder,

Then it happened, chance delivers a blow,

Falling through clouds, smashing down far below,

There was no warning sign as faith just died,

An empty void where my body had lied,

Pulled pieces together with help from friends,

Rebuilt the structures supporting my way,

Impulsive moves could disturb plans again,

A guide with compassion and it would stay,

Strength of the body, beauty in the mind,

Reason to believe in peace that I find

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Strength comes from within, but friends and a compassionate guide can help restore faith.  Optimism also helps build peace.

Logical Assumptions

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Finding  Temporary Sanctuary… Intermittent Peace

Years that last forever, shapes unchanged, Rock of Ages, Beauty,

Endless, endless the nights without driven dreams, Awakens,

Exposing the stars, delivered by bright thoughts, Strength,

Forgive me for not knowing what I had come across,

Integral parts of the model locked in my mind,

Conversation like wet newspapers,

Crumbling as memory recedes,

Open to suggestions,

We rebuild,

Victory

Natural teacher

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Branches of searching cedar reach to me,

Immensely kind, strong gestures of a tree,

Knows all that passes, centuries aware,

Embracing glance, an immovable stare,

Rocky bluff stretches, mountain bobs and weaves,

The coloured ground ripples with roots and leaves,

From mulch fern emerge, symmetric green frills,

Random growth springs free, whatever Earth wills,

Waterfalls shining, with bright sparkling gleams,

Hidden moment below, pool deeply dreams,

Creek joins others, brooks become a river,

Dripping wet creature begins to shiver,

Each season, all year, spirits return here,

Teach reason, not fear, forever lurks near

Prayer for peace

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lord and ladyWell, I will admit this is inspired…

My friend sings a song about ‘o Lord, give me strength’, and she is not religious!!   It is catchy to me, and makes me wonder if even those of us who claim not to be religious have a little bit of hope from spiritual help inside them.

These are big questions.  I would love to hear comments, but I won’t hold my breath!

(BTW: meant to be taken with a grain of salt)

So over a glass of red, I write:

Striving for Peace, Co-operation and the Will to See it Through

Give me strength, my Lady,

My lady, give me strength,

When I feel your presence,

I will find ways to hold on through the years,

Outside: almost everything,

Our world, environment,

Earth, water, and sky,

Fire…

Our thoughts reaching far beyond,

Intricate complexities,

Give me strength, my Lord,

Oh Lord, give me strength,

When I feel your presence,

I will find ways to hold on through the years,

Outside: boundless and infinite,

Creatures small, and massive,

Trees climbing so high,

Higher:

Skyscrapers, reach far beyond

Intricate architecture,

Give me strength, my Lady,

My lady, give me strength,

Inside, what we are born with,

Our form is learned and taught,

Pure blood, bones and brains,

Flesh,

Each humble shape, begins meek

Elegant metamorphosis,

Give me strength, my Lord,

Oh Lord, give me strength,

Inside, we are given strength

Each of us has talents,

Sights, sounds, and bodies,

Thoughts,

Driving movements start so meek,

Elegant solution

Symbolic trees

Sorry, no decorations in this blog…. yet.   🙂

 

forest

Rivers of smiles,

Shores of trust,

Above rocky embankment,

Cornucopia of understanding and joyous exchanges,

Fast, fleeting festivities – forever etched into experience,

Continuously carving totems into personalities,

Lines that have been chiseled into transcendental permanence,

Famous friends, family celebrating,

Forging ways through the hours of monotonous battles,

No fear of isolation,

The bright tree shines with shapes,

It is a symbol of life,

I walk through the forest with great respect and patience,

Slowly, surely tapping into enduring spirit,

Where ancient peace resides,

Making certain

Spending Wisely

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Best wishes!   I have just a few thoughts on the best way to spend time and money.  It seems we are pretty much part of the economy and social demand – especially of those with power.  Sometimes this is a great thing – If we have food, shelter, and a good quality of life.  At other times, when we don’t fit in, we need to work hard to make ourselves productive.  When productivity that consistently increases other’s quality of life is not recognized with reward – there seems to be some failure in the system.  This microcosm may be hard to detect, but in the macrocosm, disparity must be recognized.  The insight of those that are in the positions of less power to affect their own outcomes, needs to be addressed.  It is important to consider that even a person who lives in poverty may have potentially great skills and attributes to contribute to society – that is not recognized, because it is not convenient to develop them.  Those without the skills have needs similar to anyone else and we must work together to help everyone have their needs met.

Spend Wisely

Shudder to think of all the wasted time,

Yet the play, the music, the art, and rhyme,

Allows the freedom to work for money,

Without peaceful moments or skies sunny,

There is no patience, no progress or goals,

Pushing for the reward can takes its tolls,

Seems best to have a friend to rely on,

To have a person’s shoulder to cry on,

A guitar for picking, to strum, or express,

Radios to play music that feels best,

TV is there, with a dog or a cat,

I never end my own internal chat,

Yes there is a time to get down to work,

I never avoid it, I will not shirk,

If I raise one soul’s quality of life,

Denying I’m working is the true strife,

Who is hired to make this world better?

Sign me up now, I’m a real go-getter,

When the sky crashes on a poor artist,

Have mercy to ask, ‘why did I start this?’

Was it to make money that creates peace?

That is cool – the best and please never cease,

But for money you can’t think how to spend,

Think again, ‘what ways, and what love can I send?’

Lightning Trasporting People

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Shortly after this picture was taken, there was a wicked and majestic thunderstorm.  I have remained very close to my kids.  It is important to work for health for all of your family, friends and people that you care about.  This also promotes your own health.

This is just a picture that came into my head.  Today, I have run out of prose and must start new tomorrow.

Yah I hear the echo of the shout,

In the empty walls of car ports and concrete,

A basketball winds out its energy buzzing like hummingbird wings,

Then rolling in a curve into the corner – resting,

A welcome holler as we move on to the park,

Let’s go!

Animals everywhere, insects, people,

Humid air – electric,

Into the playground of the mountains,

Red and rock curving with centuries,

Desert with hills, spiralling cliffs and

Heads rising – peering from looming castles,

Thundering madness, the bolts of God scattering massive charges of glowing power,

While the hum of the air is similar to when you have just left a dream,

A flash in the red mountains, and we drive home in the rain,

Windshield wipers like music, a chatter, meaningful,

Fast food restaurants and peaceful diners,

This night will be a fading memory, eclipsed by the day,

Except I see this street sign,

We have travelled here for a reason,

We will stay together, always present – hold