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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
Hello Fine Day Good morning sunshine Yellow burst of smiling cheer Greets me as I rise Little bluebird friends Chirp their happy golden tune To usher in the morn Morning glories hail Salute with bright, bold color Waving bloom invites Floating clouds of puff Blanketed on hue of blue Welcomes daylight home Morning dew glistens Baptizing sweet aroma Tickles nose awake Wooly worm seeks warmth Crawls towards luminous rays Basking its glory Alive, this fine morn Reminders of God's splendor Embraces the new day |
I wake up each day asking the question, "Where to now?" The obvious overdue tasks come to mind. I offer a friendly acknowledgment of their presence but seek a broader understanding of my mind's query. I search within the spiritual realm for comfort from the foreboding voice in my head. While this path provides calm, I receive no direct response leaving me to my wonderment. My mind wanders to the philosophical meaning, with my thoughts turning to the advice set down by great thinkers throughout history. "To be or not to be?'" a previous question posed and answered. What would the world be without me? I attempt to imagine my family minus my presence. Sadness consumes me momentarily but in my minds video portrayal, I have made an impact. I have given love and have left them with the residue of that love and sense of family. I check in on my church family and friends as I dream of their life without me. Again I am touched by a sense of belonging and nostalgia. Through kindness and involvement, while I lived, my spirit lives on. I see the patients that I have cared for and know that I made a difference. I am left feeling accomplished but still, my question remains unanswered. I turn to my love, my soulmate, and spouse of many years. "Honey, what does the question "Where to now" mean to you? He hugs me tenderly and pats my face gently before answering. "It means get your ass out of bed. We got things to do, places to go, and people to see. Hurry it up!" I see no other option but to comply and another day has begun! |
Car woes! Ait Conditioner woes! Teenage son woes! Money woes! It all seems to happen at the same time. It leaves you wanting to duck the next explosion. And there will be one, but all you can do is plant your feet firmly to withstand the blow. So I will do just that. I am a lion, hear me roar! |
Hello, world! If life weren't hectic, boredom would ensue. That is the message I keep relaying to my synopsis. My brain strains to make sense of the turmoil of everyday life. I huff and puff like the little piggy to accomplish great things, some days though, I encounter only houses built of bricks. Even the houses of straw and twig present roadblocks on some days. I guess the lesson here is to not give up. Run full steam ahead, no looking back until winds are less breezy. Rest only when the angel's call you home This is life and it is what you make of it. |
I think I want to puke. Her insurance was terminated August 28...ten days before she ran the stop sign hitting me in the car that I'd had for less than 24 hours. We have insurance and no one was hurt, including the two kids in her car. I am so very thankful for that fact. But I must say my frustration level is high. |
A Dog's Life Like manna from heaven Golden gifts he awaited just out of reach and beyond Sweet savory morsels seduced Foods from the God's beguiling Feast of tantalizing ecstasy ~Grant me please, just one crumb~ Like a fountain flowing The canine's jowl's overflowed As the aroma enticed and cajoled Mouthwatering in silent plea, beseeching Expectation of a dog's bounty Dimitri implored for the plate to fall |
Lest we forget, there are so many beautiful people in this world. There are many people doing good things that you don't hear about. They are not the leading story on the news but are stuffed somewhere in the back. I would so much rather turn on the news to see the good being done the communities than a chalk outline of another life lost. I am not saying that the horrors that are happening should not be reported but being eased into it is much more palatable. Seeing other give of themselves and put themselves out there to help one another is a great way to start the day. It might just cause a little less animosity between people. It might provide a sense of hope that has been missing from our society. It might cause others to get involved, to rally around each other, and find solutions. If nothing else it might bring about dialogue. I am an optimist, a dinosaur, and a resolute dreamer. If I had the money I would open my own news station. I'd call it "Happy to be here and feeling fine.102". We would run more feel good news than drama and death. I would interview people that go to work each day, raise families, go to school, struggle to pay bills, enjoy their moments with loved ones, have faith, laugh, and help others. As mundane as it may sound, it is life. The good moments are meant to be shared. |
WE REMEMBER Where were you when the sky turned to ash? Where were you when the towers crumbled? Did you cry at the sight of our nation in pain? Did your heart break as the multitude searched for loved ones? Were you there when so many gave their all? Were you there to see the helmets buried in the rubble? Did you see the American flag flying in the haze? Were you there when the faces worn and weary sought safety? Were you there when strangers became comrades? Where were you when the American spirit soared? Where were you when our nation came together in fear? Where were you when we cried for all that we lost so dear? Did you pray for all the souls lost at the Pentagon? Did you feel great pride for the ones who stormed the plane? Did you see the firemen and police run toward the danger? Were you there to witness the rescue of so many? Were you there to catch the images of the people in the stairwell? Were you there to watch one person help another? Were you there when our servicemen willingly took their post? Were you glued to the television in hopes of seeing the good come from the bad? Did you see the boats filled with people in the New York harbor? Did you see the citizen's rise up to mourn and honor the people lost? After 9/11 did you hug your children tighter? Did you ask God to never see another day such as this? Were you thankful for a President so strong? Did your sadness turn to anger at the evil cowardice of this act? Did you remember what it is to love America? Where were you when the sky turned to ash? Where were you when the towers crumbled? |
A New Story Written Each person greeted, a new story written Life's opportunity to edit the tale Fresh friendships offered, accepted and given New narratives yielded, new journeys to sail Poet's saga penned within the hearts of man Fabric's woven thread plaited to prevail Gifted oblation granted through outstretched hand Lyrical welcome hosted by the smile graced Storyline, as yet transcribed, uncharted land Cursive novel of kindred spirit embraced Heeded songs of whispered tales, soul exposed Revelry celebrated, chaste sunrise faced Each person greeted, new mystery enclosed Life's little sonnet, an odyssey composed |
An unseasonably cool day for my neck of the woods, caused me to dig out long sleeves. It was a nice taste of fall. They could keep it this way and I would be a very happy soul. Cool weather energizes me. Thoughts of bonfires, mums, and pumpkins dance in my head. I "fall" into Fall with a gleeful song. |