Dear Lord,
As I look around me I have to give Thanks. Sometimes it's for the things that We have and sometimes it's for what we don't have.
I'm amazed that You chose Me to have a home and a car with all of the things that go with it. A dishwasher was always in my prayers and you've always given me one and the new coffee pot today just came in the nick of time But, You know that. I also had the money for the sweeper when my old one broke and this one even has a retractable cord and can get under the coffee table. You are truly a Marvel to have steered me towards it.
With the cold soon to be here, I'v an electric blanket for my bed and 3 Cats that snuggle and keep me company as I sleep along with a ceramic angel that sit's at my bedside and glows to join the other Angels that You've placed near Me. I have warm coats for the Winter and afghans to throw over me as I sleep on the couch and a job that I enjoy that can pay all of the Bills. You've been very good to Me and have provided this all.
Most importantly, Lord, You've given Me the wonder of My Children and now Grandchildren that set Me on a journey that was beyond my wildest dreams and filled My life with So much Love that I'm humbled by it. They continue to be the brightest spot in my life (next to You), dwarfing all other events and and reminding me that miracles aren't about just burning bushes or the seas parting. Have you ever looked into their eyes?
Though My friends be few, they are steady and sure and you've put them in places within my life where I sorely needed them. Some have stayed on carrying me through so many times of both triumph and sadness while other's came and went to take me through those rough patches. Your timing has always been impeccable.
I just wanted to let You know, Lord that I'v not forgotten You. I can see you in everything from a kind word from a stranger to the infinite Beauty of a falling Star. Your Hand is in everything and I realize that implicitly. With all of that said, a mere "Thank You" doesn't really seem to be enough But, that's all I have and that's all that You want. May I continue to grow in Your eyes and follow the lessons that You've taught Me. May I always feel humble as I stand besides an ancient tree or find a creek that runs through the woods or a rose that is opening it's bloom. These all are the truest of Miracles. May You grant Me the sight to see them everyday. Amen
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Another Gift
The cat nudged Me tentatively this morning as I still was lying prone in mt bed hugging the pillow. At first, there was a gentle nudge with His paw. With no response, He proceeded to His second well practiced motion and started to knead upon my side allowing a stray claw to push into my flesh through my nightgown. I opened My eyes.
I could see light coming through the windows, fresh with just a touch of the night still clinging to it but the Day had put it's imprint solidly in place. As I moved to view the green eyed Beauty that had awakened me, My hand found Him first tracing his sleek outline from head to tail. I was rewarded by a gentle nuzzle before He hopped from the bed awaiting my preparation of His morning feast. I resolutely swung my legs to the side and spied my walking clothes that were set out the night before. I was apprehensive but still donned them. With all three of My eager felines munching at their bowls, I exited the kitchen and walked out through the garage.
The air was fresh and cool upon me as I took in the Day and it's Morning Majesty. The houses burst into colors as I strode by them an illusion that could only be seen in the dawn before the mechanical imprint of Man would mask it with His activities that would blur and dull the hues of an Earth that had silently rested and renewed itself. I righted myself and pushed forward.
At the end of my yard I saw the wild, black eyed susans skirting the edging into an oak and scattered upon the lawn. At the turn were morning glories planted from years gone by trailing wildly through the grasses and displaying the palest of blue. As I edged further onward, the blue flowers were intermingled with daisies that stood proud and tall springing from the sides of an ancient culvert that had now dried but still bore wonder. I tucked that seen into My memory.
As I hit my stride upon the main tarmac the white cattle fence took on a glow as it sloped towards the waters of the Pond. Most activity had already played itself out at this time and only a few cranes stood at the murky edges. The still waters still hinted of life as I saw the ever widening ripples from the fish come to the top of the pond to feed. The horses and Cattle had moved up into the field and were lazily munching on their breakfast with the Farmhouse and Barn upon the Hill as a backdrop. It was a lovely, pastoral scene. I pulled my shoulders back anticipating the second leg of my journey and found my arms moving in synchrony to improve my balance. My once injured knee took to the turns satisfactorily reassuring Me that it's healing was complete.
As I made my halfway circle once more I could see the sunlight brushing upon the treetops of my heavily wooded environment inducing a prayer of Morning 'Thanks.' Though short, it was complete with familiar names ticked off rapidly from a bowed head with a final "Thank You' and 'Amen.' Another chance to right my wrongs was given to Me and it was only fitting that I give the credit to the One who had allowed Me this extra morning. It was truly another gift.
There was no haze rising from the creek as I once more passed it but the chirping of the frogs had taken hold being replaced by the night calls of the crickets. I beheld a sky of deep blue bedecked by Brilliant white clouds as I raised my head to take in this unique and yet familiar event and found a lightness creeping into my Heart that had been worn and battered this past week. Everything was as it should be and I was a player on it's stage unsure of which act that I was in but a part of it nonetheless.
My home of red brick now stood before me with white shutters and railings welcoming Me forward. I took one more look down to the end of the street to see the forest bathed in light as it sloped to the ravine and turned into my driveway. As I entered the House I could see the cats lying in the sunlight that streamed through the livingroom window. Surfeited, they had found the perfect place for their early morning nap. I turned back towards the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
I could see light coming through the windows, fresh with just a touch of the night still clinging to it but the Day had put it's imprint solidly in place. As I moved to view the green eyed Beauty that had awakened me, My hand found Him first tracing his sleek outline from head to tail. I was rewarded by a gentle nuzzle before He hopped from the bed awaiting my preparation of His morning feast. I resolutely swung my legs to the side and spied my walking clothes that were set out the night before. I was apprehensive but still donned them. With all three of My eager felines munching at their bowls, I exited the kitchen and walked out through the garage.
The air was fresh and cool upon me as I took in the Day and it's Morning Majesty. The houses burst into colors as I strode by them an illusion that could only be seen in the dawn before the mechanical imprint of Man would mask it with His activities that would blur and dull the hues of an Earth that had silently rested and renewed itself. I righted myself and pushed forward.
At the end of my yard I saw the wild, black eyed susans skirting the edging into an oak and scattered upon the lawn. At the turn were morning glories planted from years gone by trailing wildly through the grasses and displaying the palest of blue. As I edged further onward, the blue flowers were intermingled with daisies that stood proud and tall springing from the sides of an ancient culvert that had now dried but still bore wonder. I tucked that seen into My memory.
As I hit my stride upon the main tarmac the white cattle fence took on a glow as it sloped towards the waters of the Pond. Most activity had already played itself out at this time and only a few cranes stood at the murky edges. The still waters still hinted of life as I saw the ever widening ripples from the fish come to the top of the pond to feed. The horses and Cattle had moved up into the field and were lazily munching on their breakfast with the Farmhouse and Barn upon the Hill as a backdrop. It was a lovely, pastoral scene. I pulled my shoulders back anticipating the second leg of my journey and found my arms moving in synchrony to improve my balance. My once injured knee took to the turns satisfactorily reassuring Me that it's healing was complete.
As I made my halfway circle once more I could see the sunlight brushing upon the treetops of my heavily wooded environment inducing a prayer of Morning 'Thanks.' Though short, it was complete with familiar names ticked off rapidly from a bowed head with a final "Thank You' and 'Amen.' Another chance to right my wrongs was given to Me and it was only fitting that I give the credit to the One who had allowed Me this extra morning. It was truly another gift.
There was no haze rising from the creek as I once more passed it but the chirping of the frogs had taken hold being replaced by the night calls of the crickets. I beheld a sky of deep blue bedecked by Brilliant white clouds as I raised my head to take in this unique and yet familiar event and found a lightness creeping into my Heart that had been worn and battered this past week. Everything was as it should be and I was a player on it's stage unsure of which act that I was in but a part of it nonetheless.
My home of red brick now stood before me with white shutters and railings welcoming Me forward. I took one more look down to the end of the street to see the forest bathed in light as it sloped to the ravine and turned into my driveway. As I entered the House I could see the cats lying in the sunlight that streamed through the livingroom window. Surfeited, they had found the perfect place for their early morning nap. I turned back towards the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Military Mother's Prayer
Dear Lord,
I really don't wish to bother You much But, you told Me to come to You with all of my worries and the burdens that lay heavy on my heart. I'v been searching in other places for the answers which has led Me right back to You and I'm grateful that You steered me in the right direction. My words won't be awe inspiring or even fancy. They'll just be a simple Prayer about a lot of Us Mother's are going through now. I'm setting this down for My Son.
In four Days he'll be leaving to take part in battle in a far away land over something He never had anything to do with. I know that it doesn't make sense But, You've taught me that not everything does. It doesn't take the hurt or worry away to know this, only You can. With that in mind, I lay this at Your feet to carry for I don't have the strength to do it alone. I continue to see Him as a little Child who gave Me such delight and taught Me how to love without the strings that are attached to so many things. He was a wonder to behold and filled my heart to brimming with Joy and I still see Him that way. I guess that's what being a Mother is about and I'm thankful to have known this.
I merely ask that You protect Him and all of the other Children as we Mother's protected them as Little One's. Hold Their hands as We once did through crowds or street corners and Pick Them up when their little legs are too tired to walk. Wrap Your arms around Them when they're scared and watch over Them when they sleep. Hold Them closely and whisper in their ears that They're not alone and You'll be right there for Them.
If this is too much to ask, please forgive Me But, I'm only doing this for My little Boy. I don't think that it should be too difficult for You. After all, You've been doing the same thing for Me all of My Life. Amen.
I really don't wish to bother You much But, you told Me to come to You with all of my worries and the burdens that lay heavy on my heart. I'v been searching in other places for the answers which has led Me right back to You and I'm grateful that You steered me in the right direction. My words won't be awe inspiring or even fancy. They'll just be a simple Prayer about a lot of Us Mother's are going through now. I'm setting this down for My Son.
In four Days he'll be leaving to take part in battle in a far away land over something He never had anything to do with. I know that it doesn't make sense But, You've taught me that not everything does. It doesn't take the hurt or worry away to know this, only You can. With that in mind, I lay this at Your feet to carry for I don't have the strength to do it alone. I continue to see Him as a little Child who gave Me such delight and taught Me how to love without the strings that are attached to so many things. He was a wonder to behold and filled my heart to brimming with Joy and I still see Him that way. I guess that's what being a Mother is about and I'm thankful to have known this.
I merely ask that You protect Him and all of the other Children as we Mother's protected them as Little One's. Hold Their hands as We once did through crowds or street corners and Pick Them up when their little legs are too tired to walk. Wrap Your arms around Them when they're scared and watch over Them when they sleep. Hold Them closely and whisper in their ears that They're not alone and You'll be right there for Them.
If this is too much to ask, please forgive Me But, I'm only doing this for My little Boy. I don't think that it should be too difficult for You. After all, You've been doing the same thing for Me all of My Life. Amen.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
It's all about First Impressions
Off this Morning before 7am for my walk. I think that even the Cats were surprised by my early rising. As is usual, They were fed first thing as I stood at the counter with my Nike's on and my walking clothes. Satisfied that all bowls were down and each cat in position, I opened the garage door, hit the button on the opener and strode outside. Though it was still dark and I could see a waning moon, the Sun was already lightening the sky. There was still a glow left in the solar lights but no more than a weary flame ready to be extinguished. I vowed that this would be a productive day as I made my way to the corner and offered up silent prayers for all that needed them including myself. In this cool morning, it felt good to be alive.
Turning the corner I raised my eyes to see one of the lonely street lamps still shining brightly. It marked my signal to turn onto the main road. As I glanced to the right of Me I could see the abandoned house shrouded in the darkness left to merely exist until the rest of the vines from the woods would overtake it. The gingerbread was darkly stained with mold and the siding was buckling from the moisture. Even the power pole that once provided It's electricity had taken back it's wiring and had forsaken it. The broken edifice stood shrouded in sadness with only the sounds of crickets emanating from it. Unlike my Home, it contained no Love to be able to survive. It's days had been short.
With the moonlight upon my left shoulder, I could make out the Horses and cattle in the fields just shrugging off their sleep and still huddled together. The pond was still empty but would soon be filled with activity. A light haze rose from it, the cool air making contact with it's warm waters. I'd seen this vision before but in reverse. The Hot summer had produced that same shadowing from it's heat laden air touching the cooler depths of the water. The dance would continue.
As I was beginning to 'hit my stride', I could see to the right of Me a cat waiting on a porch to be beckoned in. He had had His night's foray and just as mine do, would be looking for His breakfast as the house's door would be opened to him. Once more, I felt a smile cross my face as I gleaned enjoyment of the simple things. To me, those tiny bits of wonder are the most precious.
Cars were once more making their way by Me as I hugged the side of the road gingerly testing my healed knee. They were all in such a rush. The drivers had already ticked off the days tasks in their mind rehoning each feature and They could not see the beauty or glory of the morning. Their minds were filled with appointments and obligations. My mind was filled with freedom and peace.
Making my way back, the pond had fulfilled it's daily promise of activity with the Herons already having arrived and the egrets making passes above before they landed in it's shallows. By now the cattle and Horses were munching upon the grass and I could hear the lyrical chirps of the Cardinals nearby. The Day had arrived.
Walking down my street, I took in the solar lamps now extinguished and the bright white shutters of my Home set upon a deep red brick background. For 15 years I had lovingly tended to this house and land and it gleamed back at Me with Thanks. It has had a 'good run' and will continue on as long as it is cherished. I walked through the garage into the kitchen and began to plan My day pressing the button on my laptop and rinsing out the Cat's food bowls. My Day had started in a hauntingly beautiful way to set it's tone. It's all about First Impressions.
Diane Svete
Turning the corner I raised my eyes to see one of the lonely street lamps still shining brightly. It marked my signal to turn onto the main road. As I glanced to the right of Me I could see the abandoned house shrouded in the darkness left to merely exist until the rest of the vines from the woods would overtake it. The gingerbread was darkly stained with mold and the siding was buckling from the moisture. Even the power pole that once provided It's electricity had taken back it's wiring and had forsaken it. The broken edifice stood shrouded in sadness with only the sounds of crickets emanating from it. Unlike my Home, it contained no Love to be able to survive. It's days had been short.
With the moonlight upon my left shoulder, I could make out the Horses and cattle in the fields just shrugging off their sleep and still huddled together. The pond was still empty but would soon be filled with activity. A light haze rose from it, the cool air making contact with it's warm waters. I'd seen this vision before but in reverse. The Hot summer had produced that same shadowing from it's heat laden air touching the cooler depths of the water. The dance would continue.
As I was beginning to 'hit my stride', I could see to the right of Me a cat waiting on a porch to be beckoned in. He had had His night's foray and just as mine do, would be looking for His breakfast as the house's door would be opened to him. Once more, I felt a smile cross my face as I gleaned enjoyment of the simple things. To me, those tiny bits of wonder are the most precious.
Cars were once more making their way by Me as I hugged the side of the road gingerly testing my healed knee. They were all in such a rush. The drivers had already ticked off the days tasks in their mind rehoning each feature and They could not see the beauty or glory of the morning. Their minds were filled with appointments and obligations. My mind was filled with freedom and peace.
Making my way back, the pond had fulfilled it's daily promise of activity with the Herons already having arrived and the egrets making passes above before they landed in it's shallows. By now the cattle and Horses were munching upon the grass and I could hear the lyrical chirps of the Cardinals nearby. The Day had arrived.
Walking down my street, I took in the solar lamps now extinguished and the bright white shutters of my Home set upon a deep red brick background. For 15 years I had lovingly tended to this house and land and it gleamed back at Me with Thanks. It has had a 'good run' and will continue on as long as it is cherished. I walked through the garage into the kitchen and began to plan My day pressing the button on my laptop and rinsing out the Cat's food bowls. My Day had started in a hauntingly beautiful way to set it's tone. It's all about First Impressions.
Diane Svete
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A Moment in Time
The Cats knew better than I that the morning was soon to come or detected a miniscule change in my slumber. Is I peered with eyes half closed through the darkness of my bedroom I detected a calming warmth lain across my back contentedly. My right arm moved to find a soft tail that could only belong to my little girl cat. As I repositioned myself again for comfort, she did so in kind, delicately lying her head back down upon the small of my back with paws outstretched, once more reverting to a somnolent state.
Within less than a minute a bounding weight could be felt upon the bed indicating that my Russian Blue had invaded our cozy space. Oblivious to my now awakened state, He curled next to me tightly embedding himself to my right side right side for warmth. It only lasted a moment before His curiosity was piqued and a familiar paw gently touched my face. I had been 'discovered' and there was no turning back. I was on the way to the kitchen.
Two cans of food were opened on the counter top as I unlatched the dishwasher to fetch three, clean, food bowls. Dancing around my feet I laid a bowl in front of each of these unique characters with My Alpha claiming to be served first. I'd performed this ritual for over twenty years to differing feline faces and it always delighted Me. For a few seconds I saw them all as kittens rolling upon each other to scurry towards their food. The memory quickly passed.
I put my shorts and top on and methodically tied the laces on my new shoes. With a turn to the thermometer to see a brisk 67 degrees I was out the door.
The moon still embraced this early hour and shone softly down upon me in full brightness not warming my body but rather, my Soul. I'm a creature of the night and probably always have been. I have taken delight in stars and meteor showers and feel an uplifting as the day turns to dusk. I have always, like my cats, have stood beside the darkness as my friend and reveled in it. Silence and stillness are a delight for Me where drama doesn't exist, only a Lunar peace sprinkled with Constellations that the Greeks thought So glorious that they told of Their legends a gods in the shimmering lights. It was a moment in time that had been repeated for centuries.
It had been a week since I had walked and tentatively started my stride with my once wounded knee. As it absorbed the pressure of each step, I confidently increased my stride. My calves were not as gracious. The left contracted and the right elongated sending signals of pain to my lower spine. As I moved to the center of the road it appeased the aching but my legs were unaccustomed to the burden and fought against it. It wasn't until I had passed the second road with the moon upon my left shoulder that all had commenced with their duty.
Like myself, this darkened time was silent except for the chirping of the frogs from the pond and creek as my feet hit my well worn path in the familiar 'heel, toe' fashion. I could finally breathe in the moment of cool air and perceive muted images against an ever increasing lightening sky. As I turned once more, I again saw the moon, reassured that it had still taken precedence over the sun and was not to fully relinquish it yet. I continued in my reverie as my footsteps marched to their familiar pace and the pressure of the soft inclines were communicated to my thighs as the weight was shifted back and forth. I was almost to the halfway point.
With a burst of flashing lights and an acrid scent of fumes, My meandering thoughts were interrupted by the first school bus of the morning. It roared past on It's well practiced route to gather the children of the neighborhood that had replaced mine. I turned back from where I'd just plodden to see It turn the corner in which I had just passed and disappeared on it's mission. I was once more alone.
As I proceeded back towards my home, the moon continued to bathe me in it's light as the forms of the trees and banding on the road had found a familiar light. I was now able to comprehend the stark white of the Farmhouse and barn across the pond. They lay perched upon the hill and each sported green, tin rooks. Below the pasture oaks that branched low to the ground, I could now make out mutely defined figures of horses as they snorted their 'Good Morning's' to me in acknowledgement. The cattle still lay upon the ground with a soft lowing beneath the trees reminding one of a manger scene. As I passed the pond completely, I could see the herons in the sky above flying towards it with moonlight still upon their wings for their morning forays. I made my turn.
As I once more completed the near end of my journey I could see the sky in multiple colors of purple allowing the pink to engulf it. The moons luminescence was being stolen by the light of the impending Sun but still held it's place stanchly in the sky. I was headed for my journey's end.
As I headed up My street I could find my body completely awakened and moving in a smooth, well practiced motion with each muscle and tendon communicating to themselves. They had come upon one more day and I could feel a glint of light emanating from My eyes. As I once more entered the garage and opened the door to the kitchen, my mind set itself upon the tasks that once more lie before Me. With a surety only given by grace, I approached the dishwasher and began to unload the contents.
Within less than a minute a bounding weight could be felt upon the bed indicating that my Russian Blue had invaded our cozy space. Oblivious to my now awakened state, He curled next to me tightly embedding himself to my right side right side for warmth. It only lasted a moment before His curiosity was piqued and a familiar paw gently touched my face. I had been 'discovered' and there was no turning back. I was on the way to the kitchen.
Two cans of food were opened on the counter top as I unlatched the dishwasher to fetch three, clean, food bowls. Dancing around my feet I laid a bowl in front of each of these unique characters with My Alpha claiming to be served first. I'd performed this ritual for over twenty years to differing feline faces and it always delighted Me. For a few seconds I saw them all as kittens rolling upon each other to scurry towards their food. The memory quickly passed.
I put my shorts and top on and methodically tied the laces on my new shoes. With a turn to the thermometer to see a brisk 67 degrees I was out the door.
The moon still embraced this early hour and shone softly down upon me in full brightness not warming my body but rather, my Soul. I'm a creature of the night and probably always have been. I have taken delight in stars and meteor showers and feel an uplifting as the day turns to dusk. I have always, like my cats, have stood beside the darkness as my friend and reveled in it. Silence and stillness are a delight for Me where drama doesn't exist, only a Lunar peace sprinkled with Constellations that the Greeks thought So glorious that they told of Their legends a gods in the shimmering lights. It was a moment in time that had been repeated for centuries.
It had been a week since I had walked and tentatively started my stride with my once wounded knee. As it absorbed the pressure of each step, I confidently increased my stride. My calves were not as gracious. The left contracted and the right elongated sending signals of pain to my lower spine. As I moved to the center of the road it appeased the aching but my legs were unaccustomed to the burden and fought against it. It wasn't until I had passed the second road with the moon upon my left shoulder that all had commenced with their duty.
Like myself, this darkened time was silent except for the chirping of the frogs from the pond and creek as my feet hit my well worn path in the familiar 'heel, toe' fashion. I could finally breathe in the moment of cool air and perceive muted images against an ever increasing lightening sky. As I turned once more, I again saw the moon, reassured that it had still taken precedence over the sun and was not to fully relinquish it yet. I continued in my reverie as my footsteps marched to their familiar pace and the pressure of the soft inclines were communicated to my thighs as the weight was shifted back and forth. I was almost to the halfway point.
With a burst of flashing lights and an acrid scent of fumes, My meandering thoughts were interrupted by the first school bus of the morning. It roared past on It's well practiced route to gather the children of the neighborhood that had replaced mine. I turned back from where I'd just plodden to see It turn the corner in which I had just passed and disappeared on it's mission. I was once more alone.
As I proceeded back towards my home, the moon continued to bathe me in it's light as the forms of the trees and banding on the road had found a familiar light. I was now able to comprehend the stark white of the Farmhouse and barn across the pond. They lay perched upon the hill and each sported green, tin rooks. Below the pasture oaks that branched low to the ground, I could now make out mutely defined figures of horses as they snorted their 'Good Morning's' to me in acknowledgement. The cattle still lay upon the ground with a soft lowing beneath the trees reminding one of a manger scene. As I passed the pond completely, I could see the herons in the sky above flying towards it with moonlight still upon their wings for their morning forays. I made my turn.
As I once more completed the near end of my journey I could see the sky in multiple colors of purple allowing the pink to engulf it. The moons luminescence was being stolen by the light of the impending Sun but still held it's place stanchly in the sky. I was headed for my journey's end.
As I headed up My street I could find my body completely awakened and moving in a smooth, well practiced motion with each muscle and tendon communicating to themselves. They had come upon one more day and I could feel a glint of light emanating from My eyes. As I once more entered the garage and opened the door to the kitchen, my mind set itself upon the tasks that once more lie before Me. With a surety only given by grace, I approached the dishwasher and began to unload the contents.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Routine Revisited
I don't know why I awakened at 5am but awake I did. Not even the cat that was curled next to me on the bed was prepared for an early rising. He merely took over the warm spot in which I had lain, peered at me through half closed eyes and settled back to His Business of sleeping.
As I walked into the living room feeling my way through the darkness I could hear what had awakened Me. Outside the water was pouring off of the roof and in the distance was a low rumbling of thunder. I couldn't detect in the dimness the streams of water that I knew were running through my backyard but had been through this enough times to know that they were there. The alarm had not awakened me, Mother Nature had.
As is my morning routine I crossed into the kitchen to prepare the Cat's breakfast. The alpha was lying on my computer desk and raised His head only slightly as I proceeded towards the Pantry. It wasn't until a snap of the tops of cans could be heard that all aligned themselves at my feet for this unexpected treat.
My morning duty having been done, I pressed the 'on' button of my laptop then went in to make my bed and straighten the bathroom. As I was putting the finishing touches on my bedroom, I saw my 'walking clothes' set out from a week ago. Unwittingly I had 'pulled' my one knee last week and was officially on the 'injured list'. I had been making My way around only with the help of a well placed ace wrap on my knee to enable Me to move short distances. My 'morning walk' was going to have to wait.
This morning I didn't hesitate with pulling on capri's and a tanktop and tying on my sneakers. I flew out the garage door pressing the button of the opener and was greeted by a hazy sky that had exhausted itself of it's rain and a cool refreshing breeze. I took to the road.
Even though it had been a short while without this morning exercise, my body could feel it. My calves contracted in surprise pulling my lower back from place necessitating the need for readjustment. With that part finally in place, my knees scrambled for attention. I lengthened my stride to avoid putting pressure on them and they settled in nicely.
I had already traversed 2 streets as I saw the white figure of a crane spreading it's wings above me and flying towards the Cattle pond. I hastened my pace. As I approached the Pond, I could only see cranes traversing the shallows. The horses and Cattle had satisfactorily settled into grazing the field towards the Farmhouse and barn conveniently ignoring Me and taking to their morning meal. I pushed onward.
Making my swing at my halfway point I gingerly made it up the incline feeling a minute aching in my injured knee and took note that i would still need to wrap it for a few more morning forays. Within my head, I searched for where I could retrive the bandage. It came to light that it had been rolled up and put in the top drawer of my dresser. I would have to apply it when I got home.
As I once more journeyed past the pond to my final destination I surveyed the waters once more. To my ultimate Surprise I saw five of the Young Mallards at the side of the pool. I had thought them already grown and gone and yet this vision of brown feathers and ivory beaks held my attention. They had not all left yet! Perhaps they just needed that tiny bit of extra time to leave their beloved home and I was given the gift of seeing them once more before we parted ways. I breathed another "Thank You."
Making my way up my street, I stopped to right a Solar Angel that stood guard over my Geraniums and Roses. Satisfied with the positioning I approached the driveway and sauntered to the Garage stepping gingerly down on my one leg that held the fragile knee. Once inside I let out a contented sigh at my approval of this once more insightful Morning. May I enjoy many others.
As I walked into the living room feeling my way through the darkness I could hear what had awakened Me. Outside the water was pouring off of the roof and in the distance was a low rumbling of thunder. I couldn't detect in the dimness the streams of water that I knew were running through my backyard but had been through this enough times to know that they were there. The alarm had not awakened me, Mother Nature had.
As is my morning routine I crossed into the kitchen to prepare the Cat's breakfast. The alpha was lying on my computer desk and raised His head only slightly as I proceeded towards the Pantry. It wasn't until a snap of the tops of cans could be heard that all aligned themselves at my feet for this unexpected treat.
My morning duty having been done, I pressed the 'on' button of my laptop then went in to make my bed and straighten the bathroom. As I was putting the finishing touches on my bedroom, I saw my 'walking clothes' set out from a week ago. Unwittingly I had 'pulled' my one knee last week and was officially on the 'injured list'. I had been making My way around only with the help of a well placed ace wrap on my knee to enable Me to move short distances. My 'morning walk' was going to have to wait.
This morning I didn't hesitate with pulling on capri's and a tanktop and tying on my sneakers. I flew out the garage door pressing the button of the opener and was greeted by a hazy sky that had exhausted itself of it's rain and a cool refreshing breeze. I took to the road.
Even though it had been a short while without this morning exercise, my body could feel it. My calves contracted in surprise pulling my lower back from place necessitating the need for readjustment. With that part finally in place, my knees scrambled for attention. I lengthened my stride to avoid putting pressure on them and they settled in nicely.
I had already traversed 2 streets as I saw the white figure of a crane spreading it's wings above me and flying towards the Cattle pond. I hastened my pace. As I approached the Pond, I could only see cranes traversing the shallows. The horses and Cattle had satisfactorily settled into grazing the field towards the Farmhouse and barn conveniently ignoring Me and taking to their morning meal. I pushed onward.
Making my swing at my halfway point I gingerly made it up the incline feeling a minute aching in my injured knee and took note that i would still need to wrap it for a few more morning forays. Within my head, I searched for where I could retrive the bandage. It came to light that it had been rolled up and put in the top drawer of my dresser. I would have to apply it when I got home.
As I once more journeyed past the pond to my final destination I surveyed the waters once more. To my ultimate Surprise I saw five of the Young Mallards at the side of the pool. I had thought them already grown and gone and yet this vision of brown feathers and ivory beaks held my attention. They had not all left yet! Perhaps they just needed that tiny bit of extra time to leave their beloved home and I was given the gift of seeing them once more before we parted ways. I breathed another "Thank You."
Making my way up my street, I stopped to right a Solar Angel that stood guard over my Geraniums and Roses. Satisfied with the positioning I approached the driveway and sauntered to the Garage stepping gingerly down on my one leg that held the fragile knee. Once inside I let out a contented sigh at my approval of this once more insightful Morning. May I enjoy many others.
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Circle
As I set my feet onto the driveway today for my walk I could feel that "Wind of Change." It was not accompanied with bright lights or fanfare, rather, it was a subtle feeling as a light breeze brushed across my body. Unlike the smouldering and sultry wind of Summer, this one brought a hint of cooler times approaching with the Florida humidity having been whisked from it. My Autumn reverie had begun.
The Brightness of a New Day had acquired the Sky and I detected just a hint of a darkening blue. this deep hue is a product of the low humidity where the saturated air has been swept of the dampness and presents now an unblemished vision in it's unencumbered clarity. My eyes gleaned the landscape for signs of Summer passing onto the Fall and I noted a yellow cast beginning to encompass the lower foliage of the vining in the trees. I took note of that discovery and proceeded down the road to see what the creek and cattle pond had in store for me in it's inevitable, changing venue.
The field surrounding the stream had given up much of it's lushness with only wild daisies to be sprinkled upon and through it's tall grasses. These daisies were the hardy ones and would not give up easily. They would continue their blooms until the frost. As the field would change to a straw color the flowers would continue and eventually match their surroundings. They were harbingers of the Fall.
I crossed the road towards the cattle pond and beheld the vivid white of the boarded fence against the Blue sky that was mirrored in the pool. Both the Horses and Cattle took in the cool waters for sustenance as they lazed through the grasses and the newly bailed rolls of Hay. The cranes were undaunted by their presence and stood their ground at the very edges of this creek and rain fed lake. They also had claimed authority over it.
As I strained to see this pool more closely, I could make out lazy circles from fish rising to the top for their morning meal. I was reminded that a completely different society held court below the gleaming top of the waters and held rule in the depths. It was then that I saw more movement in the waters emanating from below unlike the tiny nibblings of the fish. With a sleek cutting from the deep, a Mallard emerged. I focused upon it and scoured it's immediate surroundings for more forms of brown feathered life and saw none. This Mother had performed Her duty and raised Her ducklings to let them go repeating an age old circle. My Heart caught in my throat. I had also completed that same circle. I had raised My Young and sent them on their way with the talents that they would need to also succeed in their newfound environment and to raise a Family. Brushing tears from My eyes, I continued my walk with the thoughts of those bygone Days when a smile of delight from a Child could move You to your very Soul. It had been and continues to be the Greatest Blessing ever bestowed upon me, dwarfing all others. Unwittingly, My Children had been My greatest instructors teaching me the purest value of selfless love and unremitting acceptance. I would be forever Grateful to them.
As I wound my way back home, I was immersed in seasons gone by and grasped at this instant of the day as an exchange in Climate would soon be at hand. In one morning's walk, I had traversed many paths from the past to the actual moment and was spent as I turned back onto my familiar street. We are not only a product of the here and now but of the then and there. Proceeding into my living room I beheld the rainbows of color that were cast from my crystals upon the ceiling and walls as a way of welcoming Me home. I grasped the sight tightly in my mind to perhaps in the future that I might resurrect it during a Cold day of gray clouds and turbulent winds. It would serve to bring back the warmth and the wonders of these sights and thoughts that I had pondered on this Glorious and Insightful Morning.
The Brightness of a New Day had acquired the Sky and I detected just a hint of a darkening blue. this deep hue is a product of the low humidity where the saturated air has been swept of the dampness and presents now an unblemished vision in it's unencumbered clarity. My eyes gleaned the landscape for signs of Summer passing onto the Fall and I noted a yellow cast beginning to encompass the lower foliage of the vining in the trees. I took note of that discovery and proceeded down the road to see what the creek and cattle pond had in store for me in it's inevitable, changing venue.
The field surrounding the stream had given up much of it's lushness with only wild daisies to be sprinkled upon and through it's tall grasses. These daisies were the hardy ones and would not give up easily. They would continue their blooms until the frost. As the field would change to a straw color the flowers would continue and eventually match their surroundings. They were harbingers of the Fall.
I crossed the road towards the cattle pond and beheld the vivid white of the boarded fence against the Blue sky that was mirrored in the pool. Both the Horses and Cattle took in the cool waters for sustenance as they lazed through the grasses and the newly bailed rolls of Hay. The cranes were undaunted by their presence and stood their ground at the very edges of this creek and rain fed lake. They also had claimed authority over it.
As I strained to see this pool more closely, I could make out lazy circles from fish rising to the top for their morning meal. I was reminded that a completely different society held court below the gleaming top of the waters and held rule in the depths. It was then that I saw more movement in the waters emanating from below unlike the tiny nibblings of the fish. With a sleek cutting from the deep, a Mallard emerged. I focused upon it and scoured it's immediate surroundings for more forms of brown feathered life and saw none. This Mother had performed Her duty and raised Her ducklings to let them go repeating an age old circle. My Heart caught in my throat. I had also completed that same circle. I had raised My Young and sent them on their way with the talents that they would need to also succeed in their newfound environment and to raise a Family. Brushing tears from My eyes, I continued my walk with the thoughts of those bygone Days when a smile of delight from a Child could move You to your very Soul. It had been and continues to be the Greatest Blessing ever bestowed upon me, dwarfing all others. Unwittingly, My Children had been My greatest instructors teaching me the purest value of selfless love and unremitting acceptance. I would be forever Grateful to them.
As I wound my way back home, I was immersed in seasons gone by and grasped at this instant of the day as an exchange in Climate would soon be at hand. In one morning's walk, I had traversed many paths from the past to the actual moment and was spent as I turned back onto my familiar street. We are not only a product of the here and now but of the then and there. Proceeding into my living room I beheld the rainbows of color that were cast from my crystals upon the ceiling and walls as a way of welcoming Me home. I grasped the sight tightly in my mind to perhaps in the future that I might resurrect it during a Cold day of gray clouds and turbulent winds. It would serve to bring back the warmth and the wonders of these sights and thoughts that I had pondered on this Glorious and Insightful Morning.
Friday, September 2, 2011
The Morning Breaks
This happens to be one of the first short stories that I have written and was published in Indiesmiles.com. My inspiration for short stories comes from what is around me. I am not a Believer that small things cannot have an impact. Sometimes a well placed smile can have the power to entirely change a Stranger's Day or holding a door for a Mother laden down with Children and Groceries can serve as a lifelong lesson in the Power of Courtesy. These are the things that Mean the most to Me and that is why I write of them. They are truly not to be left Unnoticed.
THE MORNING BREAKS
As is now my habit, I awaken as the night and day divide, pull on my spandex and sneakers and venture out to see what the morning holds. My clothing is not made to impress but rather to facilitate the task before me. Fashion is not to be dealt with yet.
When my feet hit the pavement, my muscles awaken from their reverie in a confusing sequence of synaptic balance sending signals to my brain that all is not right. My calves and thighs pull back as I stride forward but their efforts are fruitless. For my newfound ritual they reward me with twinges of pain that I am now able to ignore for I am in the moment and have become a part of the day.
I swing the first corner and I head for the center ‘crowning’ of the street, to aid my balance and set my center of gravity. It is now that my body reluctantly follows perfecting each step into a rhythm and retrieving the memory of my days as a runner.
As my pace progresses, the cool morning air rushes in and out of my lungs holding court with the cadence of my footsteps. It is now that I am truly able to see my surroundings and keenly take them in.
The solar lamps still hold a glimmer as I approach the end of my property to illuminate my way at this time that has no name, not being able to claim the title of day or night. It is uniquely it’s own as I drink in it’s unnamed essence.
To the right of me I can make out the outlines of the “House of Broken Dreams’. It’s a large, impressive structure with turrets and gingerbread detailing that was only lived in for a year. The family that once resides in it broke apart and the house was soon to follow. Just as the owners dreams had crumbled, the house follows suit as the porch falls into decay and the driveway buckles allowing the weeds to spring from the cracks. The trees reach closer to the siding and the vining takes over the railings where it will progress back into the woods long forgotten as the persons that once inhabited it.
I pass the cattle pond and the egrets take great amusement in skimming across the water each taking It’s turn. Herons ignore their antics and gingerly navigate the shallows to find any prizes in their wake while the mallards paddle aimlessly into the depths oblivious to the activity around them.
On the white fenceposts perch the crows let out their shrieks of disapproval as I enter their newly claimed space. As I invade their territory, I can feel the burn in my legs as I as the muscles strain against the incline. My breathing pattern changes as I garnish more oxygen out of necessity and patiently await for the next turn that will be a soft decline. I am now fully awake and am able to process the true glories of an unfettered morning. The smell of magnolias rushes to me, evoking memories of years gone by and the cardinals greet me with lyrical tones as they play tag with me hopping along my pathway and rushing to the trees at the last moment.
I take my turn back when I can see sunlight touching the very tops of the trees and wonder what it really feels like to come in first. The creek throws up a light haze as it adjusts itself to a newly found temperature which will disappear as soon as it finds its balance just as I have.
I finally begin the end of my journey as I place my feet back on my street and spy the vastness of the property and my home. The Great Oaks stand mightily adorned with the Spanish moss that gives them a lace like quality and I spy the oldest one of 200 years and see my children playing in it one more time yet knowing that they are now grown. My morning purpose at an end, I begin the walk up the driveway and ponder the moment that I was once a part of and now is past. I’ve been given the great gift of another morning. I pray that I hold it close and keep a tiny bit of it’s glory for this present of a New Day.
Article by columnist Diane of Artemis53
THE MORNING BREAKS
As is now my habit, I awaken as the night and day divide, pull on my spandex and sneakers and venture out to see what the morning holds. My clothing is not made to impress but rather to facilitate the task before me. Fashion is not to be dealt with yet.
When my feet hit the pavement, my muscles awaken from their reverie in a confusing sequence of synaptic balance sending signals to my brain that all is not right. My calves and thighs pull back as I stride forward but their efforts are fruitless. For my newfound ritual they reward me with twinges of pain that I am now able to ignore for I am in the moment and have become a part of the day.
I swing the first corner and I head for the center ‘crowning’ of the street, to aid my balance and set my center of gravity. It is now that my body reluctantly follows perfecting each step into a rhythm and retrieving the memory of my days as a runner.
As my pace progresses, the cool morning air rushes in and out of my lungs holding court with the cadence of my footsteps. It is now that I am truly able to see my surroundings and keenly take them in.
The solar lamps still hold a glimmer as I approach the end of my property to illuminate my way at this time that has no name, not being able to claim the title of day or night. It is uniquely it’s own as I drink in it’s unnamed essence.
To the right of me I can make out the outlines of the “House of Broken Dreams’. It’s a large, impressive structure with turrets and gingerbread detailing that was only lived in for a year. The family that once resides in it broke apart and the house was soon to follow. Just as the owners dreams had crumbled, the house follows suit as the porch falls into decay and the driveway buckles allowing the weeds to spring from the cracks. The trees reach closer to the siding and the vining takes over the railings where it will progress back into the woods long forgotten as the persons that once inhabited it.
I pass the cattle pond and the egrets take great amusement in skimming across the water each taking It’s turn. Herons ignore their antics and gingerly navigate the shallows to find any prizes in their wake while the mallards paddle aimlessly into the depths oblivious to the activity around them.
On the white fenceposts perch the crows let out their shrieks of disapproval as I enter their newly claimed space. As I invade their territory, I can feel the burn in my legs as I as the muscles strain against the incline. My breathing pattern changes as I garnish more oxygen out of necessity and patiently await for the next turn that will be a soft decline. I am now fully awake and am able to process the true glories of an unfettered morning. The smell of magnolias rushes to me, evoking memories of years gone by and the cardinals greet me with lyrical tones as they play tag with me hopping along my pathway and rushing to the trees at the last moment.
I take my turn back when I can see sunlight touching the very tops of the trees and wonder what it really feels like to come in first. The creek throws up a light haze as it adjusts itself to a newly found temperature which will disappear as soon as it finds its balance just as I have.
I finally begin the end of my journey as I place my feet back on my street and spy the vastness of the property and my home. The Great Oaks stand mightily adorned with the Spanish moss that gives them a lace like quality and I spy the oldest one of 200 years and see my children playing in it one more time yet knowing that they are now grown. My morning purpose at an end, I begin the walk up the driveway and ponder the moment that I was once a part of and now is past. I’ve been given the great gift of another morning. I pray that I hold it close and keep a tiny bit of it’s glory for this present of a New Day.
Article by columnist Diane of Artemis53
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Ritual Come Early
I awakened this morning with an uneasy feeling that something wasn't quite right. Suspisciously, I turned towards the window and saw only darkness through the glass panes. Confounded, I looked to the nightstand and checked the time of the alarm clock. It glared back at me displaying 3:30am. As I turned from it to pull my sheet back into position, I heard movement from the Living room. 'Drat,' I thought as Three Cats bounded onto my bed having been 'discovered.' I would Now have to get up and feed them.
For those of You that don't have cats, I'm sure that you think the idea of leaving one's bed at such an early hour to feed pets is Ludicrous. 'Cat People' know differently. Once you have even simulated a routine, Cats will not allow you the luxury of returning to your previous state. The Behavior must be followed through to the end or you are in store for much unpleasantry (and don't need to elaborate). In earlier days I had tried to reason with My feline roommates and found that it was fruitless since they would have none of that 'Nonsense.' The experience is something akin to their taking possession of the keys to the car and your the only Driver. Next thing you know, You'll be pulling out of the driveway. As I hoisted myself from the bed, they dove to the floor and headed to the Dark kitchen. They had tagged me and I was it.
Though dark as pitch, I found my way to the kitchen illuminated by a light that I kept on above the sink. As my right hand hit the main light panel, all three stood at attention in the glaring light then wound there way towards their bowls. I scooped each dish up, opened the cabinet and the sound of cans being cracked open set them in motion once more. They crowded towards Me as the food was dished out, Tightly curling up to my legs. To move from my placement I would have to tentatively stick a foot out to clear a path. As each ran to their assigned site. I lay the bowls in front of them (somewhere in my head was a thought of being a Grown woman being duped). Switching the kitchen chandelier off, I left them in the dimly lit kitchen to finish their breakfast. Perhaps I could retrieve more sleep.
I wearily crossed back upon my earlier path and went once more to my
bed. I grabbed the sheets and nestled a pillow to my head attempting to proceed back into a slumber. Within five minutes my hopes and plans were dashed again. More sound came from the living room consisting of dashing across a carpet and the unmistakable 'sliding into a kitchen chair', all punctuated with various tones of hissing. I lay in my bed merely awaiting the next familiar scene to be played out. It wouldn't take long.
True to form, I felt the weight of three entities as they dove onto my bed. Each settled into a cumpulsory spot and began to preen themselves. I was now wide awake but kept my eayes tightly shut in a poor rendition of 'playing possum.' The two littermates continued to focus attention on themselves But, the 'Alpha' knew better. He had been my companion for years when I still harbored Teenagers in my house and had long ago caught onto my Games. A paw touched my face. Sensing that I was not moving to His tentative pressure, I felt a 'sandpaper like tongue upon my face. My eyes met His and He satisfactorily sat back smugly knowing that He had won.
I gently caressed this blue pointed beauty as He rubbed against Me claiming Me as his own. His coat was dense and soft as I my hand traced His features and slid down His tail. Once more we locked gazes and He moved his tongue to my hand to preen me finding each individual finger in an attempt to 'clean' it thoroughly. I rose to a sitting position, propping the pillows against the headboard as He fully moved to my lap. I scratched his neck and hugged Him to Me more closely . A steady purring sound presented itself as He languished upon my legs, stretching and nuzzling in turn. The ritual at an end once more, he raised himself from upon me, leapt from the bed and meandered out through the door. The littermates, intrigued by this action, looked to each other then scurried from the bed in hot pursuit. My use at an end, I found myself alone once more in my room with no chance left to regain the sleep that I had lost.
I once more doggedly left My bed and dressed myself this time, donning my shorts and tank top and tying my sneakers into place. I guess that it was time for My walk.
For those of You that don't have cats, I'm sure that you think the idea of leaving one's bed at such an early hour to feed pets is Ludicrous. 'Cat People' know differently. Once you have even simulated a routine, Cats will not allow you the luxury of returning to your previous state. The Behavior must be followed through to the end or you are in store for much unpleasantry (and don't need to elaborate). In earlier days I had tried to reason with My feline roommates and found that it was fruitless since they would have none of that 'Nonsense.' The experience is something akin to their taking possession of the keys to the car and your the only Driver. Next thing you know, You'll be pulling out of the driveway. As I hoisted myself from the bed, they dove to the floor and headed to the Dark kitchen. They had tagged me and I was it.
Though dark as pitch, I found my way to the kitchen illuminated by a light that I kept on above the sink. As my right hand hit the main light panel, all three stood at attention in the glaring light then wound there way towards their bowls. I scooped each dish up, opened the cabinet and the sound of cans being cracked open set them in motion once more. They crowded towards Me as the food was dished out, Tightly curling up to my legs. To move from my placement I would have to tentatively stick a foot out to clear a path. As each ran to their assigned site. I lay the bowls in front of them (somewhere in my head was a thought of being a Grown woman being duped). Switching the kitchen chandelier off, I left them in the dimly lit kitchen to finish their breakfast. Perhaps I could retrieve more sleep.
I wearily crossed back upon my earlier path and went once more to my
bed. I grabbed the sheets and nestled a pillow to my head attempting to proceed back into a slumber. Within five minutes my hopes and plans were dashed again. More sound came from the living room consisting of dashing across a carpet and the unmistakable 'sliding into a kitchen chair', all punctuated with various tones of hissing. I lay in my bed merely awaiting the next familiar scene to be played out. It wouldn't take long.
True to form, I felt the weight of three entities as they dove onto my bed. Each settled into a cumpulsory spot and began to preen themselves. I was now wide awake but kept my eayes tightly shut in a poor rendition of 'playing possum.' The two littermates continued to focus attention on themselves But, the 'Alpha' knew better. He had been my companion for years when I still harbored Teenagers in my house and had long ago caught onto my Games. A paw touched my face. Sensing that I was not moving to His tentative pressure, I felt a 'sandpaper like tongue upon my face. My eyes met His and He satisfactorily sat back smugly knowing that He had won.
I gently caressed this blue pointed beauty as He rubbed against Me claiming Me as his own. His coat was dense and soft as I my hand traced His features and slid down His tail. Once more we locked gazes and He moved his tongue to my hand to preen me finding each individual finger in an attempt to 'clean' it thoroughly. I rose to a sitting position, propping the pillows against the headboard as He fully moved to my lap. I scratched his neck and hugged Him to Me more closely . A steady purring sound presented itself as He languished upon my legs, stretching and nuzzling in turn. The ritual at an end once more, he raised himself from upon me, leapt from the bed and meandered out through the door. The littermates, intrigued by this action, looked to each other then scurried from the bed in hot pursuit. My use at an end, I found myself alone once more in my room with no chance left to regain the sleep that I had lost.
I once more doggedly left My bed and dressed myself this time, donning my shorts and tank top and tying my sneakers into place. I guess that it was time for My walk.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
A Rose Speaks Volumes
A Rose speaks volumes of what is right in this World. It is a true gift of nature crafted by an infinitely powerful hand set upon this Earth for our delight. Just as it reaches up to the sun for life, We must also. To negate this ritual We would surely perish.
Diane Svete
Diane Svete
A simple Morning Yet Special
I awakened this morning fully aware that a early walk would not be on my agenda. I had three nights of work to contend with, each lasting 12 hours and an addition to physical activity would be unwarranted for the next 72 hours. Walking down the hall I could feel and ache in my ankles as I was still becoming accustomed to my morning ventures. The feeling would be transient as all of my senses would awaken to full alertness and I ignored the feeling with ease.
Once more, the Felines of my Life were lined at their dishes in anticipation. As the cans were cracked open and the food spooned into their bowls they curled around my legs with a loud purring as a 'Thank You' for their breakfast. They fell upon their bowls as if they'd been starving and I wiped down the counter and sink. From the kitchen window, I could see the windchimes moving and hear the chiming of crystal and copper as the breeze moved through them. Though a Hurricane would not bear down on Florida today yet, it's outer bands would keep the trees moving and bring more rain. My lantern was charged and I added more ice to the cooler. Though the Sun was bright, the air was heavy with moisture that the clouds would release once sodden. I wandered outside and repositioned my rain barrel.
Once back inside I turned the laptop on to check any new email that had come my way. As the screen came up there was a posting in red of Hurricane Irene hitting the Carolina Coast. This was my signal to call my Son at Fort Bragg. Though My Children and myself were accustomed to these sometimes catastrophic occurrences of Nature, We were no longer together in a unit and a phonecall would be a necessity. I grabbed the fully charged 'cell' and pressed his number.
The voice that greeted me was mired in sleep and I apologized for awakening Him. All being forgiven, He reassured Me that there was only light wind and rain where He was stationed and nothing to worry about. Even the skies were merely a light grey with no signs of the dark and forbidding clouds that spawned tornadoes. Satisfied that all was right with Him I wished Him more rest and disconnected.
As I carried my nursing uniforms from the Laundry room through the livingroom, I gave a small thanks that I had swept the deep plush carpet yesterday. The room stood clean and pleasant. This was a must when one was working a schedule such as mine. A clean house made for a comfortable area to sleep between shifts and it was never lost on Me. I had learned that through trial and error. I neatly hung my uniforms up in complete readiness for the work ahead. I had no need to go searching through closets when I was on a timetable.
Once more I stepped outside to check that all was in it's place as the Sun moved in and out of sight. As was my custom, the roses always called to me and I made my way through the thick grass below my bare feet to one of My Favorites. Buds that were tightly closed yesterday were awakening revealing a folded petal at a time. They were newly born and hadn't developed their fragrance yet So, I hovered over the open blooms and drank their delicate perfume in. As I stood at the bush, I could feel a wayward drop of rain on my shoulder and headed back inside thankful for the shelter of a Home.
Each morning has much to offer whether it be outside with the sun carressing your shoulders or inside surrounded by those things that make a house a home. Though now cloudy, my crystals would not shed rainbows upon the ceilings or walls but were still beautiful in their cut and clarity as they hung from my ancient, rewired lamp. The tiger oak pattern of My Grandparent's table still held it's luster as it began it'd third generation of use and I gave thought to it's resilincy of almost 100 years. There is so much for us to see and take in. It may only be for a moment but, it just might stay with you for years.
Once more, the Felines of my Life were lined at their dishes in anticipation. As the cans were cracked open and the food spooned into their bowls they curled around my legs with a loud purring as a 'Thank You' for their breakfast. They fell upon their bowls as if they'd been starving and I wiped down the counter and sink. From the kitchen window, I could see the windchimes moving and hear the chiming of crystal and copper as the breeze moved through them. Though a Hurricane would not bear down on Florida today yet, it's outer bands would keep the trees moving and bring more rain. My lantern was charged and I added more ice to the cooler. Though the Sun was bright, the air was heavy with moisture that the clouds would release once sodden. I wandered outside and repositioned my rain barrel.
Once back inside I turned the laptop on to check any new email that had come my way. As the screen came up there was a posting in red of Hurricane Irene hitting the Carolina Coast. This was my signal to call my Son at Fort Bragg. Though My Children and myself were accustomed to these sometimes catastrophic occurrences of Nature, We were no longer together in a unit and a phonecall would be a necessity. I grabbed the fully charged 'cell' and pressed his number.
The voice that greeted me was mired in sleep and I apologized for awakening Him. All being forgiven, He reassured Me that there was only light wind and rain where He was stationed and nothing to worry about. Even the skies were merely a light grey with no signs of the dark and forbidding clouds that spawned tornadoes. Satisfied that all was right with Him I wished Him more rest and disconnected.
As I carried my nursing uniforms from the Laundry room through the livingroom, I gave a small thanks that I had swept the deep plush carpet yesterday. The room stood clean and pleasant. This was a must when one was working a schedule such as mine. A clean house made for a comfortable area to sleep between shifts and it was never lost on Me. I had learned that through trial and error. I neatly hung my uniforms up in complete readiness for the work ahead. I had no need to go searching through closets when I was on a timetable.
Once more I stepped outside to check that all was in it's place as the Sun moved in and out of sight. As was my custom, the roses always called to me and I made my way through the thick grass below my bare feet to one of My Favorites. Buds that were tightly closed yesterday were awakening revealing a folded petal at a time. They were newly born and hadn't developed their fragrance yet So, I hovered over the open blooms and drank their delicate perfume in. As I stood at the bush, I could feel a wayward drop of rain on my shoulder and headed back inside thankful for the shelter of a Home.
Each morning has much to offer whether it be outside with the sun carressing your shoulders or inside surrounded by those things that make a house a home. Though now cloudy, my crystals would not shed rainbows upon the ceilings or walls but were still beautiful in their cut and clarity as they hung from my ancient, rewired lamp. The tiger oak pattern of My Grandparent's table still held it's luster as it began it'd third generation of use and I gave thought to it's resilincy of almost 100 years. There is so much for us to see and take in. It may only be for a moment but, it just might stay with you for years.
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Blessing of the Morning
May We all Grow in Strength and Beauty as these ancient Oaks. May We embrace Life's Circle in the Fashion that these trees shed their old foliage to make way for the New. May we raise Our Faces to the Sun to absorb It's Light, Warmth and Glory.
The Well Practiced Ritual
Last night I has set my alarm clock for an Early Rising. Though not in synch with the late hours that I had kept, determination moved my fingers as I programmed the device to allow only 6 hours sleep. Blocking a future regret that I would have in the morning, I determinedly moved the switch to the 'On' position.
In mid-dream I could hear the clock at my bedside chirping this morning and tentatively turned towards it. After I had flipped the switch to quiet it's blaring voice my eyes took in the dimness of the room and wandered about the ceiling. As I was still in the decision of rising or staying in My bed the choice was taken from Me as one of the Cats bounded onto Me, fully awake and anticipating breakfast. My morning fate was sealed.
As I pulled my sheet from Myself and turned to exit my bed, my body acutely reminded Me of the bicycle I had recently purchased by setting afire muscles long unused and begging to be left alone in their accustomed slumber. I ignored their pleadings as my feet touched the carpet and I wandered into the bathroom where I had lain out my walking attire the night before. There was business to be had onhand.
In the kitchen, the Cats had aligned themselves at their bowls staring into their emptiness with glances up at Me for their filling. The 3 of them had trained Me early on that there morning meal would take precedence over any of my well planned endeavors and I quickly snatched the bowls from them. As the tops snapped on the food cans they paced about their chosen positions in anticipation of their morning feasts. With bowls down in front of them, they surveyed their morning choice for their breakfast, then gingerly started upon what was presented in their bowls with tails swinging slowly back and forth to acknowledge their approval. I unlocked the kitchen door and made my way into the garage. With a press of a button, the door lifted and the light appeared simultaneously. My day was now at hand.
There was a coolness to the morning that I hadn't felt as of late and reminded myself that the season changing would soon be at hand. As the time would fly by, the Autumn solstice would be upon us and the Southern Farmers would be planting the winter crops of cabbage, lettuce and other cruciferous vegetables of all types. The stalks of corn would be cut and bound to be used as fodder for the cattle and the hay bales would be stored in the Barns. The Summer would exhale leaving the Fall to take it's place.
As I moved from my driveway I beheld the sky that was still an unfettered cerulean blue with no clouds present to show a line of demarcation. Above me stood a spectacle in it's purest form and I chided myself for having even considered the idea of missing it. An energy now possessed my body and my center of gravity began to right itself. I made my first turn.
As my steps fell upon the asphalt I felt a cool wind encompass Me. It was a visit from the North Country gracing the South with a minute change in temperature that would eventually take hold above the Mason/Dixon turning it into a Fairyland of frost and snowflakes. It would strip the trees of remaining leaves in order to make room for the tiny flakes that would rest upon the dark, protective covering of bark and give contrast to the landscape. To the South, it would bring a gift of respite from the heat as we would hurriedly wrap shawls and jackets around ourselves that were rarely worn and check the woodpiles for enough hardwoods to stoke our wood burning stoves and fireplaces. I mused that different climates existed in the same nation and with that, different preparations. While gas lines were being checked up North, heat pumps were inspected in the Southern region. We were One People in different circumstances.
Once more a stronger breeze took Me from my reverie and I perceived my second turn. By this time my shoulders had righted themselves in a backward position and my legs extended their stride. With every step was a delicate adjustment to right my knees and to stablize my ankles. The heel toe motion was coming naturally. The field in which the creek lay still harboured the dew of the morning and the sunlight gleamed from the top of the streams waters. Like myself, the creek was in motion to carry out it's task of filling the cattle pond. Emerging from the overgrown grasses and fieldflowers no longer bearing their blooms, it held an ethereal quality as if it sprung from nowhere. I nodded towards it's presence in acknowledgement.
The egrets had already left the pond traversing the fields and lawns foraging for their morning meal. The Cranes had taken full reign of the waters and stood in the cool depths. To my surprise, even the Sand Cranes had joined them this morning. They were easily picked out amongst the flock. There feathers were a silvery grey with ruby red fringing their beaks and faces. Most outstanding was their height of almost 6 feet, dwarfing the others in comparison. Rather than keeping to the shallows, they had taken to the depths preening themselves in the mirror of the water and fanning themselves to shake off the water that they had delved into.
The outermost part of the pond had lost it's mirror like quality. The Northern breeze cascaded upon it leaving countless ripples in it's wake distorting the greenery and Farmfouse that was usually reflected in it. Again the realization of a Season's end took hold of Me. The circle would once more be completed. Not only would the impending Season bring New memories but resurrect the old for time hasn't the capability to stop or reverse itself. It can only go forward as we all must or perish in a land that no longer exists, it's meanings long accomplished.
The walk back disclosed an expanse of sky that would soon deepen in it's hue and bring with it a warmth that would remove the chill from the coldest of entities. There would still be some warmth in these Summer climes to be contended with and I would take it in to hold onto and bring out when it could no longer be found. I don't let go of the Season's easily.
As I turned once more I could feel the rhythmic rocking of my pelvis as my legs sustained the weight of my body in a harmonizing gait keeping myself balanced as I completed my steps to the driveway. As I entered the boundaries of my home, I veered off into the lawn and straightened solar lights set askew and inspected the buds upon my hibiscus. I casually left the lawn and entered the garage noting the marked boxes of decorations and the tools that I'd accrued through the years. Within an instant, I was back in my kitchen and through the swinging door to the livingroom. The sunlight was gracing my crystals and a vivid light display of rainbows decorated my walls and furniture. My gift being received, I gave my humble Thanks righting the porcelain vase on My Grandparents Breakfront and inhaling the fragrance of their house so many years gone. With the making of my bed, I had completed my ancient chores of the morning and sought out what New gifts the Day would lay at my feet.
In mid-dream I could hear the clock at my bedside chirping this morning and tentatively turned towards it. After I had flipped the switch to quiet it's blaring voice my eyes took in the dimness of the room and wandered about the ceiling. As I was still in the decision of rising or staying in My bed the choice was taken from Me as one of the Cats bounded onto Me, fully awake and anticipating breakfast. My morning fate was sealed.
As I pulled my sheet from Myself and turned to exit my bed, my body acutely reminded Me of the bicycle I had recently purchased by setting afire muscles long unused and begging to be left alone in their accustomed slumber. I ignored their pleadings as my feet touched the carpet and I wandered into the bathroom where I had lain out my walking attire the night before. There was business to be had onhand.
In the kitchen, the Cats had aligned themselves at their bowls staring into their emptiness with glances up at Me for their filling. The 3 of them had trained Me early on that there morning meal would take precedence over any of my well planned endeavors and I quickly snatched the bowls from them. As the tops snapped on the food cans they paced about their chosen positions in anticipation of their morning feasts. With bowls down in front of them, they surveyed their morning choice for their breakfast, then gingerly started upon what was presented in their bowls with tails swinging slowly back and forth to acknowledge their approval. I unlocked the kitchen door and made my way into the garage. With a press of a button, the door lifted and the light appeared simultaneously. My day was now at hand.
There was a coolness to the morning that I hadn't felt as of late and reminded myself that the season changing would soon be at hand. As the time would fly by, the Autumn solstice would be upon us and the Southern Farmers would be planting the winter crops of cabbage, lettuce and other cruciferous vegetables of all types. The stalks of corn would be cut and bound to be used as fodder for the cattle and the hay bales would be stored in the Barns. The Summer would exhale leaving the Fall to take it's place.
As I moved from my driveway I beheld the sky that was still an unfettered cerulean blue with no clouds present to show a line of demarcation. Above me stood a spectacle in it's purest form and I chided myself for having even considered the idea of missing it. An energy now possessed my body and my center of gravity began to right itself. I made my first turn.
As my steps fell upon the asphalt I felt a cool wind encompass Me. It was a visit from the North Country gracing the South with a minute change in temperature that would eventually take hold above the Mason/Dixon turning it into a Fairyland of frost and snowflakes. It would strip the trees of remaining leaves in order to make room for the tiny flakes that would rest upon the dark, protective covering of bark and give contrast to the landscape. To the South, it would bring a gift of respite from the heat as we would hurriedly wrap shawls and jackets around ourselves that were rarely worn and check the woodpiles for enough hardwoods to stoke our wood burning stoves and fireplaces. I mused that different climates existed in the same nation and with that, different preparations. While gas lines were being checked up North, heat pumps were inspected in the Southern region. We were One People in different circumstances.
Once more a stronger breeze took Me from my reverie and I perceived my second turn. By this time my shoulders had righted themselves in a backward position and my legs extended their stride. With every step was a delicate adjustment to right my knees and to stablize my ankles. The heel toe motion was coming naturally. The field in which the creek lay still harboured the dew of the morning and the sunlight gleamed from the top of the streams waters. Like myself, the creek was in motion to carry out it's task of filling the cattle pond. Emerging from the overgrown grasses and fieldflowers no longer bearing their blooms, it held an ethereal quality as if it sprung from nowhere. I nodded towards it's presence in acknowledgement.
The egrets had already left the pond traversing the fields and lawns foraging for their morning meal. The Cranes had taken full reign of the waters and stood in the cool depths. To my surprise, even the Sand Cranes had joined them this morning. They were easily picked out amongst the flock. There feathers were a silvery grey with ruby red fringing their beaks and faces. Most outstanding was their height of almost 6 feet, dwarfing the others in comparison. Rather than keeping to the shallows, they had taken to the depths preening themselves in the mirror of the water and fanning themselves to shake off the water that they had delved into.
The outermost part of the pond had lost it's mirror like quality. The Northern breeze cascaded upon it leaving countless ripples in it's wake distorting the greenery and Farmfouse that was usually reflected in it. Again the realization of a Season's end took hold of Me. The circle would once more be completed. Not only would the impending Season bring New memories but resurrect the old for time hasn't the capability to stop or reverse itself. It can only go forward as we all must or perish in a land that no longer exists, it's meanings long accomplished.
The walk back disclosed an expanse of sky that would soon deepen in it's hue and bring with it a warmth that would remove the chill from the coldest of entities. There would still be some warmth in these Summer climes to be contended with and I would take it in to hold onto and bring out when it could no longer be found. I don't let go of the Season's easily.
As I turned once more I could feel the rhythmic rocking of my pelvis as my legs sustained the weight of my body in a harmonizing gait keeping myself balanced as I completed my steps to the driveway. As I entered the boundaries of my home, I veered off into the lawn and straightened solar lights set askew and inspected the buds upon my hibiscus. I casually left the lawn and entered the garage noting the marked boxes of decorations and the tools that I'd accrued through the years. Within an instant, I was back in my kitchen and through the swinging door to the livingroom. The sunlight was gracing my crystals and a vivid light display of rainbows decorated my walls and furniture. My gift being received, I gave my humble Thanks righting the porcelain vase on My Grandparents Breakfront and inhaling the fragrance of their house so many years gone. With the making of my bed, I had completed my ancient chores of the morning and sought out what New gifts the Day would lay at my feet.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The Gift of the Nightshift
I was not so enthused about waking up late this morning but doggedly accepted it. I'm a Working Creature of the night that practices My Nursing profession when the moon and stars are vivid in the heavens, only seeing shrouden clouds when the Lunar phase is full and my shadow present in the nocturnal glow. I mesh easily between the night and day having found purpose in both and consider myself privileged to know of each acutely and the benefits that each possesses. It is through my acquaintance with the night that my senses have been finely tuned filling in the spaces that are not discernable as the Sun waits it's turn on the other side of the Earth. The light of my memory is used to decipher the darkness and my sense of touch brings clarity to what presents itself before Me. The Day brings My vision into it's full potential storing the sights into my memory to be brought forth as the Sun once more rushes away leaving me to plot my course once more through the dimness. I value both for what they bring to Me an avidly search out each one's unique gifts.
Those who begin their work as the evening approaches possess or acquire a different personality and philosophy than those of their Daylight counterparts as I have found. Though still acute, Their personalities mirror the softness of the hours surronding them without the magnification of discrepanceies that the day brings so scrutinizingly. Their skills in their specialties are enhanced with the luxury of examination without distraction making many of their judgements clear and precise. There is no glaring competition between co-workers since many have withstood that storm and no longer wish to be in the eye of controversy. "Flying under the Radar" is an ever present part of their terminology. I find no 'Grave' in the 'Graveyard Shift.'
Though much work is to be done, it is achieved in a stillness that the Day cannot comprehend. As paperwork is reviewed, patient's assessed and preparations for the day are made, the environment is lighter and not chained to the taut schedule of the day. Rather it is loosely woven routine achieving what is necessary but allowing one a luxury to perform their tasks uninterrupted and unencumbered until completion. The voices needn't be loud to carry over the frantic pace and sounds that the day brings but, rather hushed and in an intimate conversational tone without the need to compete with the clamoring of so many in a edifice during the daylight. Whilst in those Sunlit hours it is a cacophany of intermittently pitched sounds and energies that reverberate against the walls shattering the Peace of the stealthiest Soul and interrupting the tasks of the most diligent. The differences between the 2 shifts are innumerable.
As I sit at my Station with my tasks before Me, it is not unusual that a patient may wander sleepless from His room searching for a diversion. It is then that I have the priceless luxury of putting down my pen or turning from a keyboard to focus My attention upon them. I'v found the conversations to err on the side of the truth during these times. With My whole attentiveness being focused upon the person across from the desk there is little reason to fabricate tales as our eyes lock onto each other with concerns being addressed in a matter of fact manner with a tone of voice that is soothing. You can detect the rigidness of their posture softly melting and their vocal tone being lowered to match that of the one being spoken to. They have unwittingly embraced the spirit of the night and eventually return to their beds unsure of the reason that their fears our allayed and a serenity surrounds them. Once safely in their beds, I can calmly resume My work.
For many years I heard foreboding stories regarding working the night shift. The tales went as far as to cite incidences of sudden onsets of poor health, low productivity and schisms within families. Though I'm sure that their may be some truth to these stories, I haven't found it to be so. Rather, I have found myself in a place that destiny had prescribed for Myself before I could walk and able to perceive this New world in the fashion of a child's joy and wonderment. After all, How could you sustain discord or an intolerance as the Moon is bathing you in it's light, the Stars give glimpses of the galaxies that surround them and in the distance, the mournful call of a whippoorwill reaches out to You? I can't.
Those who begin their work as the evening approaches possess or acquire a different personality and philosophy than those of their Daylight counterparts as I have found. Though still acute, Their personalities mirror the softness of the hours surronding them without the magnification of discrepanceies that the day brings so scrutinizingly. Their skills in their specialties are enhanced with the luxury of examination without distraction making many of their judgements clear and precise. There is no glaring competition between co-workers since many have withstood that storm and no longer wish to be in the eye of controversy. "Flying under the Radar" is an ever present part of their terminology. I find no 'Grave' in the 'Graveyard Shift.'
Though much work is to be done, it is achieved in a stillness that the Day cannot comprehend. As paperwork is reviewed, patient's assessed and preparations for the day are made, the environment is lighter and not chained to the taut schedule of the day. Rather it is loosely woven routine achieving what is necessary but allowing one a luxury to perform their tasks uninterrupted and unencumbered until completion. The voices needn't be loud to carry over the frantic pace and sounds that the day brings but, rather hushed and in an intimate conversational tone without the need to compete with the clamoring of so many in a edifice during the daylight. Whilst in those Sunlit hours it is a cacophany of intermittently pitched sounds and energies that reverberate against the walls shattering the Peace of the stealthiest Soul and interrupting the tasks of the most diligent. The differences between the 2 shifts are innumerable.
As I sit at my Station with my tasks before Me, it is not unusual that a patient may wander sleepless from His room searching for a diversion. It is then that I have the priceless luxury of putting down my pen or turning from a keyboard to focus My attention upon them. I'v found the conversations to err on the side of the truth during these times. With My whole attentiveness being focused upon the person across from the desk there is little reason to fabricate tales as our eyes lock onto each other with concerns being addressed in a matter of fact manner with a tone of voice that is soothing. You can detect the rigidness of their posture softly melting and their vocal tone being lowered to match that of the one being spoken to. They have unwittingly embraced the spirit of the night and eventually return to their beds unsure of the reason that their fears our allayed and a serenity surrounds them. Once safely in their beds, I can calmly resume My work.
For many years I heard foreboding stories regarding working the night shift. The tales went as far as to cite incidences of sudden onsets of poor health, low productivity and schisms within families. Though I'm sure that their may be some truth to these stories, I haven't found it to be so. Rather, I have found myself in a place that destiny had prescribed for Myself before I could walk and able to perceive this New world in the fashion of a child's joy and wonderment. After all, How could you sustain discord or an intolerance as the Moon is bathing you in it's light, the Stars give glimpses of the galaxies that surround them and in the distance, the mournful call of a whippoorwill reaches out to You? I can't.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Vintage Gunne Sax Style Candi Jones Sundress Lovely!
I reluctantly listed this dress today (Sometimes these dresses are difficult to part with). This Candi Jones dress is from the early 70s and is comprised of a lightweight, cotton blend with blue and pink flowers strewn upon a field of white. The entire bodice is smocked in a pristine elastic and it zips in the back. Entirely lined in white acetate it floats and billows around you. I vividly remember similar dresses where I donned only a macrame ankle bracelet and carelessly tossed my sandals to the side to either feel the softness of the grass or an unencumbered connection with the Earth. More description and pictures are present at my shop
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Morning Musings
As You may know, I love to write. To me, Life is what surrounds You and you must celebrate every minute that is gifted to You. When I tap at a keyboard, I don't bring images of different Countries or Grand expanses. I write about what is Dearest to me. That is my Home and surroundings. I celebrate the Mornings and the Glories of my flowers that I'v lovingly planted along with Memories that I'v accrued through the Years. It is a part of my very essence. This is a short story that I penned this morning after one of my cherished 'walks.'
ONCE MORE
I awakened to the Dawn having already broken this Morning and a Cat perched next to me tentatively touching my face with His paws. My blue eyes met His green and I pulled at the sheet and summer afghan on My bed. His signal given, he bounded from the bed to the floor towards the hallway. He knew that breakfast would soon be His.
I said a silent Thank You as I rose from the bed and my feet hit the floor but didn't bound down the hall as he had. Instead, I pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top on grabbing my shoes and socks as I walked to the kitchen. By the time I arrived, 3 uniquely distinct felines were surveying their food bowls and casting glances at Me. It was their time for their morning meal and sat patiently as I gathered the bowls and opened the cans. My "Alpha' would always be served first with the 2 littermates in tandem. As they began their meals, I sat to put my shoes and socks on and headed towards the door to the garage. With a push of a Button the steel door laboriously raised itself up and I could feel the coolness of the morning air. My Second task of the early hours was now at hand.
The colors of the Day were clear and brilliant with the lawn and trees an Emerald color and the Sky a powder blue with muted clouds that hadn't boundaries, rather, angular projections of white filling in the sky. As I crossed in front of My lawn the Ruby Red of My Lincoln Roses added a Contrast to the palette and a fleeting reminder of trimming them back entered my head soon to vanish with the next vision in front of Me. A yellow school bus passed by and I could feel my heart twist in the same fashion that my back was as it adjusted itself to the familiar irregularities of the street. The Bus did not stop at the end of my road as it had often done before, for My street had lost it's children to time. They had disappeared into adults as all do who had inhabited these Homes, fashioning their own courses in life as I had once walked before. The tightness in my throat subsided with my reverie as a ray of sunlight caught and latched itself to me bringing me back to the present. I had already traversed many years passed by the time I came to my road sign.
Onto the adjoining thoroughfare I turned as I straightened my back and set myself in a determined motion. I claimed this time as mine but was sorely mistaken as cars passed my lone figure in a tempestuous scramble to arrive at their work. The atmosphere took on an acrid smell from the exhaust and my lower back contorted itself once again as I was relegated to the side of the road to let them pass. There worlds and mine would not collide today except for a fleeting passing mixed with exhaust fumes. Their mission would be run by the hands of a clock, whilst mine would be determined by the pull on the strings of my heart. I took great joy in that revelation of the purest freedom.
The creek moved slowly as it filtered through the field of the curving entry way to my rural neighborhood. It gave no clue by sound that it existed. It just quietly meandered through the greenery flowing beneath the blacktop to empty into the cattle pond where it spilled it's contents, giving the Pond Life and Life to the Pond.
Most of the activity at this watering hole had ceased earlier as the Dawn stole the Night erupting into it's brilliance. The cattle and horses munched lazily at it's edges with the Herons unperturbed by their presence. The Family of Mallards were now in the very middle lazily paddling and teaching their ducklings that safety lies in the depths rather than the shallows, a hard but simple lesson for the Young. Their presence were of a soft and unspoken beauty.
I passed the lawn of 'Just Because' named by children who had inhabited the area in those Days of the Past. A Homeowner had bought 2 lots long ago. On one was perched His 2 story house but the other was his garden. In the Spring he chose not to mow it allowing the earth to bring forth a myriad of field flowers that he'd sewn long ago that would melt into an explosive spray of white dogwoods as March set itself in place. Summer was titled the Crepe Myrtle from the lightest lilac color to a magenta then white. In the Fall, the property would be decorated by hay bales and pumpkins. I ticked another item off of My mental the list that the Harvest Season would be soon upon Us.
I took the swing back to home at the halfway point and once more felt my body adjust to it's upright posture as each foot doggedly placed it self in time to the demands of the rolling hill that I would have to contend with. My spine resumed it's natural curve as my lower back could feel the muscles tightening against the gravity that I was attempting to overcome. My ankles steadied themselves sending signals to my calves to shorten and my thighs to push through and raise each foot in synchrony. As the mission of conquering height was accomplished, I could feel the relaxation take hold as I passed the corner of the white, boarded fence. I continued my well rehearsed steps back onto my familiar lane with the roses once more greeting me and the impatiens crying out in their numerous shades "Welcome Home.". I set my feet upon the drive and entered the house through the garage, once more refreshed and renewed. I spied that the cat bowls were empty as I opened the cap on my bottled water and poured it down my parched throat. In front of Me lie a life that I had created. From a warm and inviting kitchen to the elegance of the chinoissere that held my Lladros and Family Doultons I made my way through my Home. As I passed by the Foyer I gently touched the base of the cross that had once adorned my Grandparent's bedroom and acknowledged a presence much larger than myself. I didn't need the parting of seas or manna from the heavens. I'd already experienced today's miracles in and of themselves.
ONCE MORE
I awakened to the Dawn having already broken this Morning and a Cat perched next to me tentatively touching my face with His paws. My blue eyes met His green and I pulled at the sheet and summer afghan on My bed. His signal given, he bounded from the bed to the floor towards the hallway. He knew that breakfast would soon be His.
I said a silent Thank You as I rose from the bed and my feet hit the floor but didn't bound down the hall as he had. Instead, I pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top on grabbing my shoes and socks as I walked to the kitchen. By the time I arrived, 3 uniquely distinct felines were surveying their food bowls and casting glances at Me. It was their time for their morning meal and sat patiently as I gathered the bowls and opened the cans. My "Alpha' would always be served first with the 2 littermates in tandem. As they began their meals, I sat to put my shoes and socks on and headed towards the door to the garage. With a push of a Button the steel door laboriously raised itself up and I could feel the coolness of the morning air. My Second task of the early hours was now at hand.
The colors of the Day were clear and brilliant with the lawn and trees an Emerald color and the Sky a powder blue with muted clouds that hadn't boundaries, rather, angular projections of white filling in the sky. As I crossed in front of My lawn the Ruby Red of My Lincoln Roses added a Contrast to the palette and a fleeting reminder of trimming them back entered my head soon to vanish with the next vision in front of Me. A yellow school bus passed by and I could feel my heart twist in the same fashion that my back was as it adjusted itself to the familiar irregularities of the street. The Bus did not stop at the end of my road as it had often done before, for My street had lost it's children to time. They had disappeared into adults as all do who had inhabited these Homes, fashioning their own courses in life as I had once walked before. The tightness in my throat subsided with my reverie as a ray of sunlight caught and latched itself to me bringing me back to the present. I had already traversed many years passed by the time I came to my road sign.
Onto the adjoining thoroughfare I turned as I straightened my back and set myself in a determined motion. I claimed this time as mine but was sorely mistaken as cars passed my lone figure in a tempestuous scramble to arrive at their work. The atmosphere took on an acrid smell from the exhaust and my lower back contorted itself once again as I was relegated to the side of the road to let them pass. There worlds and mine would not collide today except for a fleeting passing mixed with exhaust fumes. Their mission would be run by the hands of a clock, whilst mine would be determined by the pull on the strings of my heart. I took great joy in that revelation of the purest freedom.
The creek moved slowly as it filtered through the field of the curving entry way to my rural neighborhood. It gave no clue by sound that it existed. It just quietly meandered through the greenery flowing beneath the blacktop to empty into the cattle pond where it spilled it's contents, giving the Pond Life and Life to the Pond.
Most of the activity at this watering hole had ceased earlier as the Dawn stole the Night erupting into it's brilliance. The cattle and horses munched lazily at it's edges with the Herons unperturbed by their presence. The Family of Mallards were now in the very middle lazily paddling and teaching their ducklings that safety lies in the depths rather than the shallows, a hard but simple lesson for the Young. Their presence were of a soft and unspoken beauty.
I passed the lawn of 'Just Because' named by children who had inhabited the area in those Days of the Past. A Homeowner had bought 2 lots long ago. On one was perched His 2 story house but the other was his garden. In the Spring he chose not to mow it allowing the earth to bring forth a myriad of field flowers that he'd sewn long ago that would melt into an explosive spray of white dogwoods as March set itself in place. Summer was titled the Crepe Myrtle from the lightest lilac color to a magenta then white. In the Fall, the property would be decorated by hay bales and pumpkins. I ticked another item off of My mental the list that the Harvest Season would be soon upon Us.
I took the swing back to home at the halfway point and once more felt my body adjust to it's upright posture as each foot doggedly placed it self in time to the demands of the rolling hill that I would have to contend with. My spine resumed it's natural curve as my lower back could feel the muscles tightening against the gravity that I was attempting to overcome. My ankles steadied themselves sending signals to my calves to shorten and my thighs to push through and raise each foot in synchrony. As the mission of conquering height was accomplished, I could feel the relaxation take hold as I passed the corner of the white, boarded fence. I continued my well rehearsed steps back onto my familiar lane with the roses once more greeting me and the impatiens crying out in their numerous shades "Welcome Home.". I set my feet upon the drive and entered the house through the garage, once more refreshed and renewed. I spied that the cat bowls were empty as I opened the cap on my bottled water and poured it down my parched throat. In front of Me lie a life that I had created. From a warm and inviting kitchen to the elegance of the chinoissere that held my Lladros and Family Doultons I made my way through my Home. As I passed by the Foyer I gently touched the base of the cross that had once adorned my Grandparent's bedroom and acknowledged a presence much larger than myself. I didn't need the parting of seas or manna from the heavens. I'd already experienced today's miracles in and of themselves.
Vintage Gunne Sax Lace Jacket
This is a Rare and Beautiful Gunne sax Lace Jacket from the 70s. The condition is Flawless . The lace is attached to a satin, quilted Yoke with satin strings to tie in the front. The sleeves have a slight bell shape to them. The piece is in a lovely candlelight Color. It would truly be a Beautiful accent for a Vintage Dress or one of today's flowing Gowns.
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From Night to Day
Good Morning to all! Though a little tired from staying up last night, I doggedly pulled on the Spandex and sneakers and made my way outside. The darkness was still in place and I could see the contellation of Scorpio clearly in the sky. As I turned my eyes to the East I could see that the light was cutting through the darkness revealing the outlines of treetops that would be first to claim the Sun's warmth. Though I could see them from afar, I was not joined to them for I was still a creature of the night treading upon the tarmac and and passing the glow of the solar lights. I was still a sentinel of the Darkness.
I could barely make out the Cattle pond as I passed it and yet saw the formations of the cows wading in the cool depths as they slept aright in the stillness. At this point, I pulled myself to my most upright posture and increased my stride. My quadriceps tightened and my calves lengthened to match the change of my increased height and the familiar 'burn' began as my knees acted as ratchets propelling me forward. I didn't need a written sign or landmark to signal the halfway point of my ritual, my body spoke of it clearly as it was finishing the memorized decline and the incline to be contested with after. The sky was lightening and I gave Thanks for the cool air that accompanied me and aided me as It rushed in and out of Myself in synchrony. It propelled me on and allowing me to feel each muscle as it went through it's cascade of movements to allow me the privilige of locomotion.
As I saw the form of my street sign while I was continuing my steps, a familiar sound pierced the silence of the waning night. Once more the Owl could be heard. It was a call of recognition and I acknowledged it gladly. Again it called back in a reprimanding way as if he were chiding me for not coming out earlier yesterday to share His lightless habitat. As a final admonishment. He flew above Me cutting the sky soundlessly with His wings, a bulky form that landed in the Oaks of My tree surrounded Home haughtily showing me the way.
I sauntered from the street onto my driveway and the motion detector lights gleamed harshly illuminating my way to the garage. As I walked in the door I glaved at My my richly fed cats lazing, enjoying one more nap before the dawn that would demand antics of them. As I breezed through the kitchen into the livingroom I was surrounded by the comfort of the Furniture that was once my Grandparents and My Parents after them. A tiny smile emerged upon My face. I felt at peace.
I could barely make out the Cattle pond as I passed it and yet saw the formations of the cows wading in the cool depths as they slept aright in the stillness. At this point, I pulled myself to my most upright posture and increased my stride. My quadriceps tightened and my calves lengthened to match the change of my increased height and the familiar 'burn' began as my knees acted as ratchets propelling me forward. I didn't need a written sign or landmark to signal the halfway point of my ritual, my body spoke of it clearly as it was finishing the memorized decline and the incline to be contested with after. The sky was lightening and I gave Thanks for the cool air that accompanied me and aided me as It rushed in and out of Myself in synchrony. It propelled me on and allowing me to feel each muscle as it went through it's cascade of movements to allow me the privilige of locomotion.
As I saw the form of my street sign while I was continuing my steps, a familiar sound pierced the silence of the waning night. Once more the Owl could be heard. It was a call of recognition and I acknowledged it gladly. Again it called back in a reprimanding way as if he were chiding me for not coming out earlier yesterday to share His lightless habitat. As a final admonishment. He flew above Me cutting the sky soundlessly with His wings, a bulky form that landed in the Oaks of My tree surrounded Home haughtily showing me the way.
I sauntered from the street onto my driveway and the motion detector lights gleamed harshly illuminating my way to the garage. As I walked in the door I glaved at My my richly fed cats lazing, enjoying one more nap before the dawn that would demand antics of them. As I breezed through the kitchen into the livingroom I was surrounded by the comfort of the Furniture that was once my Grandparents and My Parents after them. A tiny smile emerged upon My face. I felt at peace.
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Morning Breaks
This is the First Writing of One of My Muses as I Begin My Days
'MORNING BREAKS'
I have been recently subscribing to the dictum that “Change is Good.” With that in mind, I am struggling against my ‘inner child’ and awakening early in the morning for a walk to start my day. As I acclimate myself to this ritual I find it to become less difficult (not easy) and immerse myself as I would in a spring fed lake that’s icy waters send shockwaves through your psyche and the term ‘awaken’ takes on a new meaning.
As is now my habit, I awaken as the night and day divide, pull on my spandex and sneakers and venture out to see what the morning holds. My clothing is not made to impress but rather to facilitate the task before me. Fashion is not to be dealt with yet.
When my feet hit the pavement, my muscles awaken from their reverie in a confusing sequence of synaptic balance sending signals to my brain that all is not right. My calves and thighs pull back as I stride forward but their efforts are fruitless. For my newfound ritual they reward me with twinges of pain that I am now able to ignore for I am in the moment and have become a part of the day.
I swing the first corner and I head for the center ‘crowning’ of the street, to aid my balance and set my center of gravity. It is now that my body reluctantly follows perfecting each step into a rhythm and retrieving the memory of my days as a runner.
As my pace progresses, the cool morning air rushes in and out of my lungs holding court with the cadence of my footsteps. It is now that I am truly able to see my surroundings and keenly take them in. The solar lamps still hold a glimmer as I approach the end of my property to illuminate my way at this time that has no name, not being able to claim the title of day or night. It is uniquely it’s own as I drink in it’s unnamed essence.
To the right of me I can make out the outlines of the “House of Broken Dreams’. It’s a large, impressive structure with turrets and gingerbread detailing that was only lived in for a year. The family that once resides in it broke apart and the house was soon to follow. Just as the owners dreams had crumbled, the house follows suit as the porch falls into decay and the driveway buckles allowing the weeds to spring from the cracks. The trees reach closer to the siding and the vining takes over the railings where it will progress back into the woods long forgotten as the persons that once inhabited it.
I pass the cattle pond and the egrets take great amusement in skimming across the water each taking It’s turn. Herons ignore their antics and gingerly navigate the shallows to find any prizes in their wake while the mallards paddle aimlessly into the depths oblivious to the activity around them.
On the white fenceposts perch the crows let out their shrieks of disapproval as I enter their newly claimed space. As I invade their territory, I can feel the burn in my legs as I as the muscles strain against the incline. My breathing pattern changes as I garnish more oxygen out of necessity and patiently await for the next turn that will be a soft decline. I am now fully awake and am able to process the true glories of an unfettered morning. The smell of magnolias rushes to me, evoking memories of years gone by and the cardinals greet me with lyrical tones as they play tag with me hopping along my pathway and rushing to the trees at the last moment.
I take my turn back when I can see sunlight touching the very tops of the trees and wonder what it really feels like to come in first. The creek throws up a light haze as it adjusts itself to a newly found temperature which will disappear as soon as it finds its balance just as I have.
I finally begin the end of my journey as I place my feet back on my street and spy the vastness of the property and my home. The Great Oaks stand mightily adorned with the Spanish moss that gives them a lace like quality and I spy the oldest one of 200 years and see my children playing in it one more time yet knowing that they are now grown. My morning purpose at an end, I begin the walk up the driveway and ponder the moment that I was once a part of and now is past. I’ve been given the great gift of another morning. I pray that I hold it close and keep a tiny bit of it’s glory for this present of a New Day!
'MORNING BREAKS'
I have been recently subscribing to the dictum that “Change is Good.” With that in mind, I am struggling against my ‘inner child’ and awakening early in the morning for a walk to start my day. As I acclimate myself to this ritual I find it to become less difficult (not easy) and immerse myself as I would in a spring fed lake that’s icy waters send shockwaves through your psyche and the term ‘awaken’ takes on a new meaning.
As is now my habit, I awaken as the night and day divide, pull on my spandex and sneakers and venture out to see what the morning holds. My clothing is not made to impress but rather to facilitate the task before me. Fashion is not to be dealt with yet.
When my feet hit the pavement, my muscles awaken from their reverie in a confusing sequence of synaptic balance sending signals to my brain that all is not right. My calves and thighs pull back as I stride forward but their efforts are fruitless. For my newfound ritual they reward me with twinges of pain that I am now able to ignore for I am in the moment and have become a part of the day.
I swing the first corner and I head for the center ‘crowning’ of the street, to aid my balance and set my center of gravity. It is now that my body reluctantly follows perfecting each step into a rhythm and retrieving the memory of my days as a runner.
As my pace progresses, the cool morning air rushes in and out of my lungs holding court with the cadence of my footsteps. It is now that I am truly able to see my surroundings and keenly take them in. The solar lamps still hold a glimmer as I approach the end of my property to illuminate my way at this time that has no name, not being able to claim the title of day or night. It is uniquely it’s own as I drink in it’s unnamed essence.
To the right of me I can make out the outlines of the “House of Broken Dreams’. It’s a large, impressive structure with turrets and gingerbread detailing that was only lived in for a year. The family that once resides in it broke apart and the house was soon to follow. Just as the owners dreams had crumbled, the house follows suit as the porch falls into decay and the driveway buckles allowing the weeds to spring from the cracks. The trees reach closer to the siding and the vining takes over the railings where it will progress back into the woods long forgotten as the persons that once inhabited it.
I pass the cattle pond and the egrets take great amusement in skimming across the water each taking It’s turn. Herons ignore their antics and gingerly navigate the shallows to find any prizes in their wake while the mallards paddle aimlessly into the depths oblivious to the activity around them.
On the white fenceposts perch the crows let out their shrieks of disapproval as I enter their newly claimed space. As I invade their territory, I can feel the burn in my legs as I as the muscles strain against the incline. My breathing pattern changes as I garnish more oxygen out of necessity and patiently await for the next turn that will be a soft decline. I am now fully awake and am able to process the true glories of an unfettered morning. The smell of magnolias rushes to me, evoking memories of years gone by and the cardinals greet me with lyrical tones as they play tag with me hopping along my pathway and rushing to the trees at the last moment.
I take my turn back when I can see sunlight touching the very tops of the trees and wonder what it really feels like to come in first. The creek throws up a light haze as it adjusts itself to a newly found temperature which will disappear as soon as it finds its balance just as I have.
I finally begin the end of my journey as I place my feet back on my street and spy the vastness of the property and my home. The Great Oaks stand mightily adorned with the Spanish moss that gives them a lace like quality and I spy the oldest one of 200 years and see my children playing in it one more time yet knowing that they are now grown. My morning purpose at an end, I begin the walk up the driveway and ponder the moment that I was once a part of and now is past. I’ve been given the great gift of another morning. I pray that I hold it close and keep a tiny bit of it’s glory for this present of a New Day!
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