#SoCS: I Need a Cape

First thing, right off the bat, I need sun. More sun. In the past three weeks, it’s been mighty scarce. I think we had one day where it came out for about 20 minutes and another day this week when it would filter itself behind a cloud, shine bright for a few minutes, then go back under the clouds. This may be the reason why I feel a bit lethargic of late. If it were not for the pandemic, NatashaRead more

SOCs: Soul vs. Sole

A warming soul Thaws into a puddle For a day Amid a sun’s swaddling Amid a cloud’s pouring Enveloped in glorious fifty And, then Ridges of a sole Hurry across frozen For a day Amid the pewter clouds Amid a snickering snowfall Enveloped in unwanted thirty Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus pointsRead more

A Day of Rest

“Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.”Read more

Look! Up there!

Do you ever wonder what cats see when they look up? What makes them stare? Is it a bird? A plane? Or the promise of a lovely day? Do you ever look up and wonder what is the big deal? What draws a cat’s interest? In this instance, his gaze is to the east. The sky tells a story. Look! Up there! The promise of dark clouds and rain. And the remaining patch of a lovely day. Check out The DailyRead more

The Dance of a New Day

Dance: There’s rhythm and motion all around us — this week, let’s capture some of it in a photo. With the recent switch to Daylight Savings Time, I have been missing the sunrise. The lightness that had been part of the morning moved over to the evening hours and, sadly, a good part of the week has been smothered in clouds. At certain times of the year, I have witnessed glorious sunrises from the road in front of the apartmentRead more

Pink Hat Lady

Pink Hat Lady sits Contemplation takes hold The pieces of her life in bits Visions crisp, clear, bold   Pink Hat Lady sits Her mom and poppa come to mind Precious song and humor in bits Memories only she can find   Pink Hat Lady sits Stillness in the rows of trees The quiet of gun-metal, bare bark in bits Simplicity of nature she sees   Pink Hat Lady sits Not wanting to move from this place The jigsaw puzzle of life in bitsRead more