Rain on Fleshy Cheeks

Stop Inhale life Exhale sadness Draw in the earthiness of rain It cleanses pavement Soaks into human joy Stop Inhale life Exhale fear Feel the moist tears from heaven On our fleshy cheeks Tears of peace Flooding hearts with calm Stop Inhale life Exhale doubt Allow the rain to wash it Away to the gutter, the sewer Positive thoughts form a puddle In which to stomp and play Stop Inhale life Exhale the unimportant Let go of frivolous everything FindRead more

Three Times

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. ― Marthe Troly-Curtin It’s Sunday as I type, and eight inches of expected snow is falling to the ground. White and fluffy and accumulative. Meanwhile, a marathon of NCIS Los Angeles is playing on the TV and Gibbs the cat can’t make up his mind if he’s needy, hungry or needy. It is all I can do to not “waste time” on the couch. Lay sideways. Nap. Watch TV. It’s that kind ofRead more

Warmth of a Smug Embrace

At last you show your face smiling, glowing a bit smug absent you were betrayer deserter hiding in ashiness depression cover of darkness for days twelve or more I could not see your smile or feel the warmth of an embrace damp tired is what I felt and sleep wanted to sleep You’re here now giving life and breath to my soul I love to soak up your being praise your existence fall to the ground thank God for withoutRead more

Grumbles and Yawns

Monday morning comes ’round on the whisper of fleeting darkness It spreads across the horizon in hues of navy and crimson or surrounded by the mist of winter’s fog New life, new breath New work week Monday never knows what joy or sadness or need of coffee it brings It simply is Accepted as a day to start over or cursed by the loss of the past two days Monday is both love and dread Smiles and frowns Monday followsRead more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more

Another Year of Living

“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.” ~Voltaire~ Today I am grateful to my parents and God for giving me life. It’s my birthday! Presents and niceties are not required, but deeply appreciated. I’m not celebrating too much today as I’ll be at work and have nothing planned for the evening hours. My birthday celebration occurred this past weekend.  Although Saturday was fall-ish cool, it was beautifullyRead more

She’s Ninety Freakin’ Nine!

That’s what Natasha exclaimed on Saturday morning. We were talking about mom. Monday, August 6th, is Pauline’s birthday. She will be 99 years old. Ninety Freakin’ Nine. Although mom’s health might be considered “poor,” the fact that she is still on the planet is amazing to me. My cute, little energizer bunny has outlived her husband, all of her siblings, all of her friends, and most people who were born in the year 1919. She has lived to this dayRead more

The Right for All to Live

I was sitting on the patio Saturday morning, reading the book of James and tears welled in my eyes. Then I swore a little…or maybe a lot. Sorry God. I’m a tad bit angry these days. It’s about life and the right to live life. It seems that humans forget it’s not just about your unborn babies. It’s about all of your children. We’re supposed to love and protect everyone. Correct? Love our neighbors as ourselves. Right? Follow in theRead more

Somewhat Busy

I can’t necessarily say that I live an exciting life. I can say I live a somewhat busy life. Unlike this guy… “Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you’ll see the world If I’m not mistaken…”  ~Neil Gaiman~ I wanted so badly to sleep Thursday morning, to stay in bed until the urge for coffee overwhelmed the need to lay prone. It may be my own fault – I’ve started reading at night [summer project]Read more

SOCS: Questioning Levels

High or low? Which way do you fly? Low, under the radar, may be the way to go Or reach for the sky, determination on high High or low? What persona do you create? Low as a snake, slithering to and fro, Or on a horse, eating self-righteous cake? High or low? What bar do you set? An impassive and uninterested voice from below, Or a motivated go-getter no one can forget? High or low? What hope do you bring?Read more

Fired from a Cannon

Monday is as Monday does Fired from a cannon with Sunday’s love It begins unobtrusively While snores commence noisily Then the alarm clock rings “Wake up!” the gray cat sings Monday is as Monday does Flying in on the weekend’s love A fresh start, of sorts A new weekday port Sailing into vacation play Or embraced by the office fray Monday is as Monday does Wheeling around on crazy love Calling for black coffee, stat Being a bit of aRead more

Two Weeks to Rainbows and Unicorns

Just two weeks from today You will have your way With rainbows and a white unicorn It’s a time to fill our hearts And play a positive part In a world that can be horribly torn We announce with glee Stories that set us free From the darkness of the night Humanity’s love Kindness from above Truth that brings us light Share your compassion bold With the sunshine you hold In the link you will share with us It shallRead more