Wonder

We wonder about life, the ways and meaning of it. We wonder how life can be so hard for some people and seemly easy for others, so unfair, so beautiful and blessed. How a person can appear larger than life itself while another is barely noticed in fact forgotten or altogether lost in time and space.

We wonder how humans can be so cruel while having the capacity to create such amazing moments. How does one face the day full of despair while another can't wait to take it on. The lines between the darkness and the lines get fuzzy if we allow them to. When times seem hopeless it is best to hold on to hope, to have faith in something, someone beyond the proverbial blue horizon.

Wonder how many times we wonder about such things and then jump back into the game of life as if to ignore the questions at all. Life is good and much more doable when we simply plunge in and take it on. To revel in the goodness and recall the memories and moments that leave us feeling satisfied and complete, renewed and better equipped to handle what life throws at us, instead of wondering too much about the imbalances, the yin and yang, the good and bad, darkness and light.

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Catch A Ride

Life, birth, death from the moment we are born, we sprout from a seed and grow like a weed. If all goes well, we are nurtured like a prize winning flower that has learned to bloom into something beautiful and strong.

A precious child has arrived, welcomed into the world, everyone is  overjoyed with new life. The brand new member of the tribe has come in for a safe landing, while another baby fights to hold on to her life, to breathe without support and go home. Family cannot get close enough to hold her tenderly and tell her how very important and loved she is. The battle is over, it is time to escort a tiny angelic baby to her time of passing as sacred, scathingly painful and life changing as can be. To let a child go physically, to bless them into their next soulful level of existence when you want to hold on for dear, precious life... words  fail to adequately convey such profound pain.

From a soulful place, spirits may never have to let go. We reach out somehow to those who must move on into another realm, another form of existence unsure if they can hear us, feel us, recognize us? We have "survived" our place on this earthly plane while a loved-one takes their leave. We are left with a deep void buried in our hearts when we bury our beloved ones. The love and connection remains it tugs on our heart strings and whispers signals that are revealed in the sweetest most delicate places, in nature and in the epicenter of our own existence. 

No questions, no answers upon acceptance

which shows-up in a subtle understated vehicle. It drives-up preparing you for what you thought was lost through the death of a loved one but ends-up driving you through the undeniable moments you find yourself blindsided with grief to a clear understanding that you have not lost but are part of the place of perfection, peace, power, privilege where you and I want to go some day, when it is our turn to catch a ride into the sunset. It will be a great ride with a great view beyond the horizon beyond anything we imagine, it is where happiness  and harmony, bliss and bountiful blessings with bouquets of flowers that no color, fragrance or  dimensions can quite describe, yet exists and thrives like there is no tomorrow.

EPIC L*O*V*E

Love it or leave it, believe it to achieve it. Love is epic, an essential gift to give and receive.

Over and under inside out, my heart to yours yells, it shouts to the heavens; "Love flies high in the sky with the stars and rests in the chests of angels, on the crest of a sunrise and the powerful quiet sunset, a profoundly important place where strength and weakness dwell!"

Very valuable, the big heart whose structure is strong with a solid gold foundation, sensitive as a delicate snowflake and resilient, steadfast as the weeping willow that sways in a gusty wind.

Extraordinarily excellent is the heart consistently full of soul that harbors compassion, kindness, patience and peace.

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Rise and Fall

To rise to the occasion or fall, to hang your head in defeat, depleted, drained, spent or fortified, renewed, strengthened? We cast our fate to the heavens, hopeful of where it lands or drown in the murky waters of grief, doubt, disappointment and despair. 

Where our life takes us, where we take our life leads to curious turns, unsuspecting challenges. Panoramic views on uncharted paths prove to be perilous as dangerous curves teach invaluable, life changing lessons. The hands of time move at a snails pace as the sand in the hourglass pours through in an instant. Spinning our wheels we don't seem to get anywhere then look up and suddenly realize we have come along way on our journey. 

Do we rise and thrive with the first light of day, fall from grace with the last sliver of light or move in the direction of light armed with a good but war torn heart and good intentions to be better, stronger and wiser than time before?

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Matter

You, me, them, they, us, we matter and are made of matter, minerals, blood, arteries, veins, bones, cells, a heart and soul. Earth, the stars, our moon and sun are made of matter, protons, electrons, neutrons. Various particles that form atoms create elements of life forms, molecules which kind of morph into compounds and creation.

Simple as it is, is just as complex. Time and space wraps around all matter blending all manner of life, art and science. Every manner of existence has it's place, be it dangling in mid air, firmly rooted in the ground or wet as water when hydrogen and oxygen get together.  *The moon's mass consists of various minerals and rocks! The sun is comprised of crazy hot, hotter than hot stuff, meanwhile, the moon light like sun shine is immersed in our precious, fragile, resilient, crazy colossal world and becomes a reflection of us here. It turns out all of us are connected, all of our lives matter ~

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Back To School

The dreaded advertisements and commercials on TV and radio reminding us that school was just a stones throw away from starting another year. Oh joy! School clothes for many years meant uniforms, beige, brown and brown plaid at St Francis Xavier and dark blue & white tiny checkered uniforms at Queen of Heaven.

All the life lessons, mistakes and achievements, learning about the world and out of this world, the excitement of learning to read and write, the challenges of my unique learning style along with our scholastic achievements, the magic of language, literature, history, geography, science, religion and math- oooh my nemesis-math. Back to school- back to formal education, a structured learning environment an atmosphere of curiosity and critical thinking but not too critical, curious, controversial, provocative nor inappropriate as conformity made for smoother school day's and easier crowd control while fostering a wholesome and respectful educational experience for all.

My mind wandered, paying attention was precarious and I often yearned to be anywhere else but in the class room, I yearned to be anybody else but me. I went on my own journey in the middle of the group trail and ventured off the beaten path. I noticed things in the pages and chapters of our books that everybody including the teacher seemed to over look but I learned enough and then some, to propel me into the next grade and keep up with you and your lighting-fast tutorials that kept me up to speed in a language I could understand clearly.

Sports came naturally on the other hand and was a great diversion from the confines of the classroom, an alternative way to be excellent if not with fractions and participles then with the dynamics, rules and regulations of sports, of particular interest to us and an exciting outlet to excel in. The allure of "the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat", the playing field seemed more level in organized competitive athletics. It was all there, the camaraderie, sportsmanship, the discipline, fun, physicality and satisfaction of winning after all the practice, training, effort, time and energy involved.

School was a mixed bag of memorable great days to days where I thought I died and gone to hell due to school work or adult and peer pressure to be normal and fit-in regarding grades, behavior, clothes, attitude and overall status quo. It was a hell of a time, a big part of our lives as twins who grew up together and shared the crazy, amazing school days. We learned a lot inside the classroom and outside about many subjects including people. We grew-up together and grew a part but always seemed to find our way back for commentary on the latest happenings in our lives, sports, music, current events, places or other mutual points of interest.
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Dream The Impossible

Life's journey, the quest for liberty, freedom from oppression, unrest, desperation,  highs, lows, losses, triumphs, tragedies, hopes, aspirations, disappointments are taken on by Miguel de Cervantes as he transforms into Alonso Quijana then Don Quixote de La Mancha, accompanied by loyal companion, Sancho Panza.

Trouble is encountered, the horizon blurred as the castle's innkeeper "The Governor" tells Don Quixote what he wants to hear, meanwhile Dulcinea's rough edges melt into silk and lace then bloodied and battered by injustice for helping The Man of La Mancha, who only see's her as eternal beauty defined and needing defense against a cruel world.

Not the threat of a renegade band of Gypsies, the opposition and constant threat of The Enchanter nor a Knight of the Mirrors, not even The Spanish Inquisition can diminish visions of such grandiose measure.  Devotion and resolve to love and cherish to protect is unstoppable only adding to the possibilities, the illusions of life regardless of the raw reality. The depth and height of hope, the determination and will to see beyond the scathing harshness of it all. It is possible to stand tall, start fresh, begin again and again, to imagine and see only the best most beautiful, brightest and precious, without hesitation.

Yes, dream and hope and wish and conspire to share the vision, the very warm tender and powerful prayers with the ones who mean the most, the ones who lift us up, who walk along side of us, who reflect our bold blind love in the middle of darkness and ultimately believe the truth of our dreams and wishes that somehow, somewhere do occur by means of our own design. *Dream sweet dreams, the impossible and improbable, imagine your heart happy, fulfilled as an awesome dream come true.

"Impossible Dream"

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where
the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
And to love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march,
march into hell
For that heavenly cause
And I know
If I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be
better for this
That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last
ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable,
the unreachable,
The unreachable star
And I'll always dream
The impossible dream
Yes, and I'll reach
The unreachable star

~ Joe Darion  

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Mother to Son by Langston Hughes


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Letter to Mom

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Faith ~

Keep your faith in all beautiful things; 
in the sun when it is hidden, 
in the Spring when it is gone. 
~ Roy R. Gilson

 

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Yours!

May happiness be yours as much as possible, whenever possible in every direction, every drop, drive, dreary day and unforgettable night ~ May your hopes and sweet dreams come true and may good luck, good fate, faith, goodness and life's sacredness bless you with family and friends to love and love you through life.

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LOVE

Sometimes the answer, sometimes the question to ponder and yearn for, live and die for, give and receive, to cherish, lose sleep over, protect, pray for fight and play forward. Love is new, old, ageless, weak, strong, grows, dies, lives, breathes, builds, repairs the damage, replaces what is lost and redeems the forsaken. It fades, flourishes, blossoms and beautiful.

    

Love is the souls desire, it is priceless, real, raw, regal, necessary, essential to well being.It is simple, spectacular, tough, tender, a blessing and immersed in the rhythm, ebb and flow of life. To love and be loved with good intention and respect is to be riveted by, cry over, sigh, ache appreciate and be amazed by.

 

Love dazzles, dazes, pleases and teases, confuses and is a fundamental feeling.

The experience and instinctive nature of love is healthy, nurturing, comforting while heart pounding, perplexing and motivating. It moves in slow motion and faster than the speed of sound, it is boundless with the capacity to light the darkness and fill the heart with pain, passion, joy, hope and everything good.

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River of Life

For Life And Death Are One

Even As The River And The Sea Are One

Khalil Gibran



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Wonder

I wonder how earth, the moon, the sun, all the planets, stars and celestial entities know their fiery, fantastic breathtaking perfectly synchronized dance steps. I wonder how much more is out there to explore and discover, to learn from, love, live with and long for, to bless and be blessed by. I wonder where the answers to all the questions are, where the lost is found, happiness prevails and peace is the only law and order of the day. I wonder who will answer the call to champion what is right,  be compassionate, honor the dignity of all beings and be true to the core of loving and being loved.

Who will stand by the sad, the sick the wounded and broken. Who will cure the world one heartbeat, one step, one kind word and gesture of respect at a time. I wonder what will happen in the future, in the spirit and heart of the universe and what if push comes to shove. What in the world can be done to heal itself from the wounds of negativity, harsh treatment of one another and all the ills that wreck havoc among the vulnerable, those without a voice at all and the forgotten.  I wonder when time will tell, the earth will stop spinning, love will conquer all and when we will get it right. When is enough, when does the sacredness of our hearts and souls saturate life and all existence with love, peace and respect.
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Noel Pointer ~ Wayfaring Stranger

Bittersweet, sad, passionate, intense serious and surreal. This music sounds like winter in many ways. Peace, love, joy to you always, from me
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Angels

Angels are a peculiar lot, maybe they are among us maybe they are not. Maybe they fly, are big, wear fur or goofy smiles, maybe they dress in white and solid gold hallo's hover over them or maybe they exist somewhere in between our heart and soul, our life death and our joy and pain?

I wonder how angel's came about, if at a cost does the price increase as the demand for their special skills increase and does the value rise in direct proportion. I wonder if humanity would recognize them or simply see's them often but usually unaware? Is everyone issued their own guardian angel or several at birth? Are they boys or girls, a combination of both or something else?

Angels in our midst are as possible and probable as a smile that makes you melt, a breathtaking sunrise and sunset, a full fabulous moon and a soft rain on a hot dry day. Angels are probably just dying to meet you and me to make our acquaintance and hang around as needed for the rest of our days and nights. Angels on high, down low, close to the earth, heaven sent it seems to be a matter of fact of stories told lives saved, indescribable miraculous elements of life the unexplainable, turning points, pivotal life changing moments when nothing and no one can help or understand your hopeless plight, no one except a being of extraordinary means and ways, divine.

Alas, the flight and fancy, dream and schemes of the angel appears- time and time again, the peoples choice, back by popular demand of the collective subconscious thinking wishing hoping mind and spirit of people everywhere... a ray of light in the darkness, shelter from the storm suddenly surfaces while compassion, kindness, respect, love and comfort find their way into your broken heart and open wounds, your fear, despair and plea for relief are heard. The angel hastens to your rescue equipped with wings of tenderness, strength and courage.  Recognize and acknowledge angels as you hear the whisper in your ear. Tears wiped clean, doubt put to rest and peace finds it way into your thoughts. Yes, bask in the calm quiet company of angelic forces and their perfectly placed presence.

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FLY ~

Fly into the high wide sky far happy and free. Slide into the day with anticipation of good things to come. Ride like elegant feathers on a bird effortlessly. Roll like a shiny rock in a riverbed lined with gold. Move into the night grateful and nice at the end of the day. Dream sweet dreams rest quietly comfortably and at peace. Sigh in awe breathless from the light the love the mystery and miracles of life ~

 

"Wave!" the ocean calls to hasten and pour itself onto the shore. Brave the storm go forth with courage better for the burden as more challenges await you are stronger for the wear and tear. Stand firm with resolve to rise above the darkness equipped with all the necessary sacred armor. Walk the center line poised for goodness and grace.  Be a blessing blessed better than the moment before. Pray the test of time and space will see you safely and happily through. Be the one who lifts and lights the way ~

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Round About Way ~

After living the past the present invites you in welcoming you with open arms or simply let's you in to help yourself. You wish the moment could stand still and other times cannot pass into the future fast enough. In the quiet and chaos, heavenly and hellacious the bridge must be crossed there is no turning back as life unfolds on it's own accord and at it's own pace.

One has an idea of what lies ahead per prior arrangements, conditions, expectations, schedules, deadlines, routines, set coordinates however anything can happen as sudden unforeseen changes take place, the human factor, factors beyond control, the weather, the days and nights like people and places are full of surprises and are constantly subject to change. *Without warning mayhem magic miracles the monumental minuscule of life moves about with reckless abandon or with purpose. Every heart beat by beat, step by step stride, ride, round about way also proud, painful, playful, fearless current moment at a time until the next time we step into the future the present becomes the past and the past becomes a memory in the future.
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September 23, 2013 Happy Birthday Marky! ♥

 Just a little malarkey, fanfare & salute to you on our birthday! Been extra nice I know you been around ~

Twin Towers

One down, one tower of The World Trade Center destructs right in front of our eyes. How can it be, crashing furiously the concrete, glass and metal giant roars and rumbles in pain. Then the second twin is blindsided too, the fallen, injured broken, everyone and everything goes down. It is hellacious to witness, to understand the scope and magnitude of the moment. The wretched scathing reality of precious lives lost as the stoic structure ruptures violently. The smoke and ash, blood, water, cries of the hurt and those wanting to help, it is a dark and vivid memory, a sad awareness of lives that ended too soon.

 

With little to no warning perhaps only time enough for a lighting fast call to a loved one to tell them you love them if you can even muster enough air to speak, or no last words at all. For the survivors the love and grief remains. 

In those moments on September 11th, 2001 the world changes, it is a place in the universe that weeps for it's own destructive nature, cries for equality, justice, peace, enough to eat and a safe place to land at the end of the day.

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