Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
All His Jewels
2017 These Are A Few of Our Favorite Things
Tag: Feel the Spirit
And I’ll Tell You All About It
Light a candle. Say a prayer. Dance in joy. No longer in earthly pain, Our Itty Bitty, born May 30, 1958 (Potato Planting Day) passed November 25, 2017.
No one is surprised (except Itty Bitty) that she went to her greater reward before all of her older sisters and brother because she always thought doctors orders were just suggestions.
We fully expect Itty Bitty to meet us at the Pearly Gates with an escape plan and a ‘To Do’ list. Still your loving family, friends and caregivers thank you Itty Bitty because you taught us the joy of colouring outside the lines.
Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
You had only one match
But you made an explosion…
(Paraphrase Kurt Hugo Schneider, Benjamin Kheng)
Oh, and I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again…. by Andrew Cedar, Justin Scott Franks, Charlie Otto Puth, Cameron Jibril Thomaz
I Dreamed of Her Again Last Night
Fr:Morguefile
By: jdurham
I dreamed of her again last night……Her blonde shiny hair….Fell upon her bright jumper….And she flung her arms around my neck….And said…’I love you Auntie’…
My father often says he wishes….He could bring her into his dreams….It would make it seem for a brief time…He had her back again…
Ah, but I am the Lucky One….I dreamed of her again last night……
I ♥ to Flirt!
I love to flirt… I love to dance..
With you I’d love…To take a chance…
To Fall in love… To make commitments… But you’re insecure…You need reassurance…
That I won’t leave… That I’ll always stay… I can vouch for the present…But not for always….
I could easily lie…Say I made up my mind… But let’s look at my record…I’m just not the kind…
From Morguefile.com
IMG_0522.jpgBy wallenberg
To make long-range plans… To always be true… So…let’s flirt and have fun…Tonight’s for me and you.
Be sure to read Part 2….Forever’s Today
The Invisible Line
From Morguefile. By: Click
Don’t cross the Invisible Line…Mind you stay to the side: Here Morals and Laws reign supreme….There Pleasure and Chaos abide.
From: Morguefile
By: Andalusia
Don’t even get close to the edge…The Undertow might suck you in; Rendering you breathless by the speed of impact…As you survey a kaleidoscope of sin.
So pay heed to the Invisible Line….With it’s Rules, Restrictions and Boredom; Because once you step over the line…I am Waiting, Beckoning, Calling.
From Morguefile
By: Pellini
If you dare step over the line...Subtle parts of you are gone forever; You sail into freedom, crash on the shores… Of Pleasure, Of Pain, Of No Returning!
In the Full Moon’s Light
In the Full moon light… I listen to the trees…. And in between the silence … I hear you calling me…
But I don’t know where I am …And I don’t trust who I’ve been…
And if I were to come home again… How could I ever leave?
(Paraphrase The Black Ghosts)
Last Night In My Dream
We were driving side by side…On a highway to no known destination..(IZ)
IMG_0522.jpgBy wallenberg
Sleep is such mystery…one minute you may be in a recliner, thinking how many pounds of turnips to buy, what color of sweater you should wear, when to plant the flower seeds and the next minute you have lifted the veil on the here and now and disappeared over to the other side, where today’s reality with it trials and troubles cease as you step in to the you.. that was, that is and ever will be.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
The scene that unfolded was not an over exaggerated never could happen circumstance….no, it was glorious in its simplicity. Momma and RIP Daddy, many moons ago, driving, in his blue convertible with the top down, the radio loud, the stars and moon hanging so low you felt if you stretched out your arm, you could touch them with your fingertips.
Although Momma’s long hair was tied back, it came loose, whipping her face with a blinding force that both crippled and energized her. RIP Daddy was so young and happy, so proud of his machine, willing to pay the price for the speeding tickets and demerit points he collected, the pain of sitting before the Authority figure, justifying why he should be able to keep his driving license, just for the thrill of the here and now. There was no conversation, save the music and the wind, rendering a lullaby so sweet, you would wish it would never end.
Ah, but just as sleep steals in, bringing yesterday back, so does an inner alarm clock, rudely jolting you back to the here and now, where RIP Daddy only can appear in dreams these days…
No longer able to share today in person, RIP Daddy smiles benevolently in the framed picture, at Momma, Wonder Boy and all the world because…he’s over there now…waiting…with his blue convertible and until Momma makes it to his side in Heaven….every once in a while, he’ll invade her dreams and take her for a quick spin…til they meet again….because…last night…
I saw you in my dream…We were driving side by side…On a highway to no known destination…Last night in my dream…I saw your face again….
We were there in the moonlight forever…(IZ)
2016 These Are A Few Of Our Favorite Things
Happy and Blessed New Year
If Only You Believe, On A Moonlit Night
If only you believe, on a Moonlight Night, the Fairies will reveal themselves, frolicking among the flowers, skirting the stepping-stones….
Peeking out from behind the miniature roses & Impatiens,
From Morguefile.com
ING 1554 By: Violet Dragonfly
Their tiny iridescent wings & tutus the colors of a rainbow,
As they prepare for Circle of the Fairy Dance, in the flower garden.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the neighborhood, across the street from the flower garden, a victim of cancer, chose to forego traditional treatment so as not to prolong the agony.
Abandoned by the medical world, she struggled to find relief from the pain, with Jack Daniels.
Her options narrowed, and she lost the fight to live, while man’s best friend,
her faithful dog, guarded her bedside from harms way.
When her spirit finally escaped the shell of her wasted body,
we believe, the Fairies , in the flower garden, across the street, paused, to welcome the latest member to join the Circle of the Fairy Dance.
So on a moonlight night, if you take the time to enjoy the flower garden
You just may see the Circle of the Fairy Dance with a new Lead Ballerina
Her earthly tribulations behind her, she twirls effortlessly in pink satin slippers, her gossamer wings & tutu, the very color of the powder rose petals.
From Morguefile.com
File 5471309965933 KaKisky
If only you believe.
Someday…We’ll Be Together
Everyone knows, like Jakita, I am a Policy and Procedure Wonk. There are rules to be followed, or you face the consequences.
Realists will tell you flights of fancy, like Fairies in the Garden, have never been established or proven. Still, as Ruby the Incredibly Wide Eyed Monkey, sometimes I want to check behind the mirror to understand the image, scour the bushes to look for evidence, live on the edge, embrace fantasy…..
Tell me, I beg you…what is real… what you see and hear or what you feel for no reason…like a mighty hand that reaches into your chest to squeeze your heart and your eyes tear up or a dazzling sabre of white light zips up your spinal cord and zaps your brain, rendering you breathless. And that has happened to me, so I know, I know, I should have paid more attention in Science Class.
Oh, that’s right…no classes for me…I’m inanimate … still I listen, bring comfort, cuddle and console…. I serve a purpose, helping little Two & Four Footed attain skills to become successful adults, compassionate and sensitive, even if it is not proven, documented and credited.
Yes, I wonder about the Great Beyond because well, Momma makes me curious. You see she has a big photo of RIP Daddy in the bedroom. Often she comes in, sits cross-legged on the bed, and communes with him.
Usually it is a silent session where she gazes at him, he stares back, always the same half-smile on his face. I hear no words, can only guess that in some way, it brings Momma some measure of peace that no scientist would recognize or acknowledge.
At other times Momma comes in, and talks out loud to RIP Daddy as she cleans and polishes his picture although it seems she doesn’t always meet her time requirements as she gets wrapped up in the conversation. RIP Daddy is always silently supportive. He seems to be a much better listener and never shows attitude, now that he has winged his way to Paradise.
Momma also will sometimes light a candle in RIP Daddy’s Memory and talks to him. The flickering flame, steady, bright, casts rainbow light beams through his very soul, (which is still alive, albeit in an alternate universe). And it was that manifestation and so much more that gripped my monkey soul, making me believe…..there is a lot to be understood… a lot that can not be ruled out.
One day, cross my heart and hope to die, I saw, I kid you not, as Momma sat there communing, a grey shadow, in the form of a man, separate from the flame and plant itself on the white wall in front of her. In the centre of the chest was a deep pink throbbing heart, while a river of silver seemed to start in his toes, dart up his legs and back, culminating in a ball like brain. Always in touch and in tune to the Spirit moving around us, Momma looked up and gasped. That is when a mighty hand reached into my chest to squeeze my heart. My eyes teared up and a searing sabre of light zipped up my spinal cord and zapped my brain, rendering me breathless…but don’t tell the scientists….they’ll laugh at both Momma and me.
Now, if you have a theory, do tell … otherwise like a UFO … all we know is the truth is out there.