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We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. ~~Buddha
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.~~Blaise Pascal
Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind. ~~Dean Koontz
'The moonless midnight of the mind' wow!!! Great image!!!
You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you. ~~James Allen
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching. ~~Swami Sivananda
' Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts.' ~~ these are to far too often missed, lost, ignored or forgotten moments that are excellent fodder for poetry!
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Odd, random thoughts. Had quite a number of them in the last few days alone. The best thing about them is that each is a poem-in-waiting! Poetry needn't evolve from a stellar event or a grand epiphany. Everyday thoughts, occurances or observations can be the basis for the thought expressed poetically.
For example.
Went to see the play, The King and I last Friday. The 'Shall We Dance' scene is the best (and far, far too short) scene in the play. It is an exhilarating few moments. It is interesting how much one has become so entrenched in today's world of 'pause, back-up, play or simply click an arrow and play again' -- I found myself wanting to watch that scene over and over again. But it is a play. And you can't. Only memory to suffice. I remember the scene, can pull it out from the visual overload of the entirety of the play in a theater that was rich with incredible details - but it isn't quite the same. It should be, I think, but it isn't. It was a moment in a night chock full of special moments, but I want to pull it out with all the surrounding feelings of that speciac moment. A pale imitation, a fogged over rendition - the joy is still there, but diluted, perhaps.
After almost forty hours of labor, our granddaughter delivered our first great-grandson, named (in part) after my husband. Truly beautiful child, not red and squinched up of face. (Don't get me wrong, all infants are 'beautiful' but some just look that way from the get go and others are really not - (Had two of those so I can attest to that fact!) Anyway, hubby and I are crying, tears just running down our faces. In the midst of that, it occured to me that my husband had never looked more handsome than he did at that particular moment.
I keep seeing posts on FB by folks who do not understand that if it is you verses volcano that the volcano will win. It isn't something you can 'stop' from happening. Others denigrate the folks who live in the evacuated areas. The volcano hasn't been an 'issue' there for generations. Each area of the US had its own peculiararities: Blizzards, earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, hurricanes on a fairly regular, yearly scedual. People still live in New Orleans, Florida, LA, the Mississippi watershed, Kansas and Oklahoma, and Boston. Of course they do. At least for hurricanes and volcanoes there is usually some warning.
The 'green tinge' when the trees are just bursting into leaf has been memorable this year. Perhaps it is because of the long winter, but this year? The green seems greener, more spectacular. Certainly more appreciated!
There is an immortal jellyfish! The process that lets the turritopsis remain immortal is called transdifferentiation and it involves one cell converting from one type to another. Who knew?
The older I get, the faster time seems to fly. Wasn't Christmas only last week? It's mid May already. As a child, the year was this clock, with December at the top and Spring and Fall at 3 and 9 respectively. Summer was a delightfully long span between 4 and 8. The hands ticked along in slow motion much as they do at the end of a work or school day or coming up on a weekend. Nowadays, Monday bleeds into Friday and the rest in a blur. Find myself wanting the days to slow down and assert their individuality.
I really like the word, 'ithsmus.' It is really hard to say the words, 'edit it or edited it' clearly. The Dr. Seuss book, On Beyond Zebra is more expensive on Kindle than it is in hardcover!
Roll a die six times. I got six different numbers the first try, four 6s and two 2s the second and two each of 4, 1 and 5 the third. On the virtual die - I got, in order, 1,5,6,6,4,4. Hmmm. I wan'ted a three.
Small worlds - two of them. One of my authors passed away recently. I am still in touch with her husband. I've known her since 2012, met him in 2014. My daughter got married over twenty years ago. My author's husband saw a picture of my daughters and I at the play on Facebook. He texts me after seeing it, recognizing said daughter and wonders how I know her. I text back that she's my daughter. Turns out he was my son-in-law's best man at their wedding. We were both at her wedding, yet never interacted. Weird, cool and funny. My author would have gotten such a charge out of that!
Randomness. Randomocity. Wonderful ways lives interconnect. When we were headed to Oahu, I had the occasion to interact through email with one specific conscierge name Hanako. Three or four emails in, she noted where, literally, we lived. Pinckney, Mi. Teensy town over four thousand miles away. Her sister married a man from Pinckney and until recently, lived on the next street over. Now they live right down the road from the author i just was mentioning.
Thunderstorms always seem louder at night. I am thrilled to see fat, fluffy flakes falling in Novemeber; not so much in April. There is a bird trying to build a nest between two clothespins on the line. (That is so not going to happen!) The sump pump broke last night. In the wee hours of this morning, my husband (after HOURS of continuous bailing) was able to rig it until he gets home from work today.Tired and bleary-eyed. I just noticed there is a vase full of lilacs next to my desk. Coolest hubby ever.
Odd facets of a life. Diamonds just waiting to be mined.
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eyestar~*  says:Cool and timely topic. Thanks for the inspirational prompts too---very cool. Who would have thought of the 47th picture on your cell. 
Jayngle Bells  writes: Thank you for the inspiration! My muse decided to take something like a ten-day hiatus on me. Muses can be jerks like that, can't they?
I'll give a few of these a try. I mean...A poem in which you do not use the words: of, to, from, up, down, the, I, me, my....
that's practically catnip for me now, you know LOL
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