Sometimes the door is right in front of you and you’re too busy texting on your “smart” phone to notice. #stopmissinglife #observe #interact #smile
the path you take.
There are paths that you will take in life. And there are paths that life will take you. Hopefully, a few of them will intersect and put you in a peaceful place.
the prayer.
I do not believe in prayer per say — but how can one argue with its power to restore, reveal and reward?
chemo, shmeemo.
This is my husband, Daryl. He recently had a lobe of lung removed with a stage 1B cancerous tumor. Luckily it was caught early. As a “precaution” he has been “advised” to undergo a few sessions of lovely chemotherapy. I captured the first real smile from him during a walk outside in glorious weather (he didn’t have much energy to do the walk in the first place).
We both know of the fragility of life, but we also realize there are much more difficult struggles and battles waged by this vicious disease by so many. We never realized just how prevalent and destructive it is.
As a “survivor of second-hand” chemo (my term for those that sit with chemo patients during infusions), I empathize with those that deal with loved ones. Your day to day struggle is real as well.
Never underestimate the power of that smile.
tiptoe through the tulips.
A silly song from a silly man. The photo is from Longwood Gardens.
roots.
Look at how tightly the roots of life grasp what they know.
rise.
Oh on this most ordinary of ordinary morns
As we watch the sun struggle to be free of mist and haze
Let our beings be light
As we’ve risen before
To embrace this day
Tighter than the last
And the last before that.
Make it ours
Really make it ours
To seek all that is love
And make peace with what resides in our hearts
As the non-promise continues to be
That the sun shall choose to greet us
In the morrow of the morn.
#HappyEaster
Photo by me with my Nikon D750/Nikkor lens 28-300
the cat.
Yep. Thats what we call her. The cat actually came from the shelter five years ago with the name Zazu (from the Disney-animated film “The Lion King.”) After a few glasses of wine one evening we began changing her name to Vanetta-Patina (long story).
The name “cat” stuck. She answers to it. It’s easy. And we still drink wine.
unforgettable.
Happy New Year 2016! So Natalie Cole died today. At 65, this velvet throated song goddess fell off the face of the earth. Apparently plagued with health issues for months. Years. She “succumbed” to them and just left.
I obsess about death more often than most. I’m thinking that’s how it works. Born in a minute or two. Dead in the same. I mean the process of death can linger longer, but the actual act of dying is minutes. Seconds.
Seems somehow trite that we get this seemingly expansive chunk of time to work with. Time enough to pay bills. Fix things. Fix a few people. Create relationships. Drink coffee, beer and maybe wine. And sometimes we get to sing.
Mortality at my age is looming. Not on my lap mind you, but certainly in the same area. It’s like he’s staring at me from the very back of a doctor’s waiting room. Like a toddler who stares at a man with one leg. It’s cute. Innocent almost. Then easily distracted by a sudden burst of laughter or a bag of peanut M&Ms.
I often feel the need to constantly throw mortality a bone. A carrot. I’m always tirelessly thrusting images of me evolving. Growing. Learning. Of not just sitting on a sofa waiting to go. I subconsciously (or quite purposefully) want Le Morte to forget about me. Skip over me and move on to someone else.
And then I see. He does.
This time.
in morning.
The morning belongs to dreamers.
Who watch the world come alive
Through sleep-blurred eyes.
Before the doers wake
As dreams are born
In heaven’s promise and coffee’s warmth.
Hidden light plays with shapes
As lack of motion echos sound
Sky’s puzzled pieces shift and slide
A dizzying dance
As wispy clouds whisper
Together. Then apart.
While doers still slumber
planets and stars glisten
as they shine on faith,
And hues of blues
Paint the day with promise
And with hope.
As bedroom lamps
blink on.
The world
awakens.
And dreams begin in morning’s light.
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