Happy Friday. Look pictures and music. Maybe instead of freaky Friday, it should be predictable Friday. I do have my unpredictable quirks and moods though. 😛 Wishing everyone a lovely weekend. xx
New glasses, y’all
And it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas (at least at the hotel)
Should I knock?
On hey…pretty sure I know this flannel wearing man.
Just seeing the sights
And music. Talk about a feel good tune. Hope it makes you happy.
Everybody needs a place to call their home / Everybody’s skin is different, not their bones / Even when you’re lonely, know you’re not alone / You’re one of us, one of us, one of us.
Sometimes life is drama
And we get buried in the
angst of it all.
We fear if the darkness
doesn’t lift our eyes will
be permanently sewn shut
like a newborn cat’s.
We sit by a sturdy table
made of walnut , while
the logs on the fire burn
out, contemplating the
fickleness of luck and
human emotions.
Listening to the rain wrack
the roof and windows.
Yes, sometimes life is misery,
but if we can withstand the
bad acting and poorly written
script, Life eventually becomes
maple and sugar again.
The fire burning away
hopeless things,
the repetitive and rhetorical.
Words once heavy become light.
We see our world through open
eyes filled with the enthusiasm
that only small children and
dreamers can understand.
We find solace in the now
and stop questioning what
wasn’t or was. We appreciate
what we have and find
renewed grace in the elements.
Sun or rain it doesn’t matter.
Refuge is found in those who
love the faces of our spirit
and understand the depth
of our souls.
-Tosha Michelle
On an unrelated note if you’re still here:
In his new live performance show, John Cleese wants us to know there is no hope in this dysfunctional world .However he conveys this message in such a glorious and delightful way that in the end, hopelessness looks pretty darn good. On Monday night I was fortunate enough to see Cleese in person. He did not disappoint. During the show he pontificated on the current state of life and politics. While his performance at times felt like a deeply philosophical Ted Talk, his trademark black humor was still on full display. During the second half of the show Cleese took questions from the audience, a highlight to be sure.
I wish the pictures were better but no flash photography. For those who celebrate, I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.. I’m grateful for you all.
This post was inspired by a music survey I came across. One of the question, what five songs means the most to you? Honestly, there are so many songs that hold special meaning for me, it’s hard to pick only a few.. However, I will try for the purpose of this blog post. I’d also love to know what songs you hold dear
“Falling Slowly” from Once
Moods that take me and erase me / And I’m painted black / You have suffered enough /And warred with yourself / It’s time that you won
Somewhere Only We Know-Keane
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on / So tell me when you’re gonna let me / I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
Leave Out All the Rest-Linkin Park
When my time comes / Forget the wrong that I’ve done / Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed / And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty / Keep me in your memory / Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
In My Life-The Beatles
There are places I’ll remember / All my life, though some have changed / Some forever, not for better / Some have gone and some remain / All these places have their moments / With lovers and friends I still can recall / Some are dead and some are living / In my life, I’ve loved them all
Reminiscing-Little River Band
Now as the years roll on, each time we hear our favorite song / The memories come along
Older times we’re missing, spending the hours reminiscing
Hurry, don’t be late / I can’t hardly wait
I said to myself when we’re old / We’ll go dancing in the dark, walking through the park / And reminiscing
Bomus Song. I can’t leave this one out
Don’t Look Back In Anger-Oasis
So I’ll start a revolution from my bed / Cause you said the brains I had went to my head / Step outside, summertime’s in bloom / Stand up beside the fireplace / Take that look from off your face / You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out.
Y’all my hair has finally reach Lob status. Hooray.
Happy Momday. Yesterday we took a day trip to Columbia SC. During our visit we toured the Robert Mills House and Gardens. Here’s some photos from the excursion, followed by music. This tune has a lot of meaning for me. It is my wish for you and everyone I love, those who remind and those who have moved on. I truly hope you all have happiness, tons of love, and everything.else good in the world. 💕
“Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature.”-Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”-Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”-William Shakespeare
Flashback Friday. That has to be a thing, right? 🤔I was reminded of this wonderful gem of a song while watching “This Is Us” The keyboard loop gets me every time, such a hauntingly beautiful quality to it. One of Lauper’s best. Have a great weekend from Cyndil, the 80s, and me, myself and Tucker 💕
“We have no past we won’t reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end”
Hey y’all. Happy Thursday! Isn’t October such a beautiful month? I love the cooler weather. I hope you all are enjoying it too. I appreciate your continued support of my blog. WP is such a lovely community. I’ve really lost my taste for social media recently, but I always feel at home here. Thanks for that.
Okay, now just a few random things for today in my typical list fashion.
1. I am having outpatient eye surgery in January. I’m really excited because it will help my vision and also remedy this awkward head tilt thing I do. I’m all for anything that gives me more vision and less awkwardness.
2. Flying to Boston a week from Sunday. Going to spend a few days in Salem Massachusetts and Portland Maine. I’m really excited because it looks so pretty. Lots of travel in the works. Planning a trip to Seattle and Vancouver in the spring. Scotland next fall. I’m a homebody by nature, but I do have a bit of wanderlust in me. There’s so many places I want to see.
3. I’ve mentioned this before, but over the last couple of years, I had kind of lost my soft demeanor. I was really starting to become jaded towards people. It felt like there was just one betrayal after another. It was starting to make me bitter and really untrusting. There was a hardness about me that had never been there before . However, something has started shifting in me recently and I feel more like the old me. I’m learning to let go of grudges and bad feelings. I’m really feeling my humanity again and my empathy is in the driver’s seat, but what’s with all the idioms? Geez.
Look we are all screwed up. Sometimes people hurt us and sometimes we hurt people. Hopefully, without intent or malice, but it happens. In our society we are so quick to cannibalize someone simply for making a mistake. It’s really disturbing when people find joy in the downfall of others. I wouldn’t wish pain even on my worst enemy. Negative energy just breeds more negativity.
I’ve always worried that I was too soft and empathetic, too much of a sucker. Mostly because other people labeled me as gullible and too Pollyanna-ish I realize now that I would rather be soft and kind, than angry and petty. I just want to love people and be giving. Just don’t make me hang out with them. Still clinging to my antisocial self. Ha!
5. My lovely penciltastic frienf Eric has a new book out. It’s titled Pantheon and it’s a must read. He’s such a gifted writer and a wonderful human being. A little about the book:
“Eric Syrdal’s Pantheon is the novel told in free-verse that you never knew you needed to read. Epic in scope but always deeply rooted in its humanity, it defies genres and expectations. “Pantheon is a thrilling philosophical journey exploring the depth and meaning for one passing through a metaphorical world of inner demons and dragons, goddesses of the soul, of warrior and poet. A journey that crosses boundaries of time, space, and perception. I am captured by the intimate revelations of this intuitive and sympathetic protagonist battling the dark ages of his subconscious moving instinctively forward into innerscape, relying upon and exalting the virtue goddesses that guide and deliver him from barbarity and trial by ordeal both physical and spiritually as he transports from one state of being to another, from one point of time to another”Holly Rene Hunter””
You can purchase this little gem by clicking the link below.
I just recently watched the documentary “Mister Rogers and Me” and thought I’d share a few of my favorite neighbor’s quotes. See below. What an exceptional man he was. He definitely changed my childhood for the better. The world could use his wisdom and kindness right about now. Miss his goodness.
My favorite Mister Rogers quotes:
“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like “struggle.” To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.”
“If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.
There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.”
“It’s not so much what we have in this life that matters. It’s what we do with what we have.”
“There is no normal life that is free of pain. It’s the very wrestling with our problems that can be the impetus for our growth.”
I’ve spent hours walking through the woods between bough and bramble..I feed on oaks in the netted forest. The sun hushed sky lighting my way. I make up rhymes straight from my chaotic head. Finding reflections in nature’s movement on a gentle October day.
I ghost dance with a song of myself. Bridging the unbridgeable. My body haunted by the hum of yesteryears and
things left undone. Wishing I got over things as easy as some. Yet, I’m obligated to feel every missteps and my wrong opinions of my battered soul. Always the first to stick myself with pins,
even though I’ve been blessed with unconditional love and acceptance. I’m still afraid of never being enough, of feeling
alone, of being forgotten. Scared of not being able to discern
genuine affection from inauthentic affected entanglement. Why am I still so naïve? Why do I trust too much?
As I walk back toward home. I remember
that my foundation is strong. That each
path I’ve traversed has led me where I’m
suppose to be. Somehow fuller from grief
and faults start. The frame of myself feeling each chilly breeze, each twig broken. Never quite able to lay down the
dregs of my soul. There are so many ways to go wrong. I refuse to count them
anymore. I’m tired of being anxious on my behalf. I will always have a melancholy heart, but my spirit is formidable.
Home now with a cup of hot chocolate and the warmth of kindreds, I offer up a toast to sorrows felt, those I’ve lost who have long moved on, and to the realities of self. Here’s to the story of stories left to be told, to long walks and ink saturated nights. Lines that shutter and get redefine, do overs, and the allure of fresh pine. Cheers to a woman child with a pocket full of thorns, and shooting stars in her eyes, a life of contusions, and cherry picked pages, the girl who lives for the scent of honeysuckles and always finds the will to go on.
Happy Sunday. Y’all, oh my gosh, “A Star is Born” is amazing. Lady Gaga gives a Judy Garland worthy performance. I could gush all day about it, but this isn’t a movie review blog. However, my cat’s been wanting to get into the WP game and he’s always considered himself a bit of a critic, so…. Although, I think he’s better suited to be a food critic.
Anyway, a poem for you. Oh and. Tucker says you really should see “A Star is Born” Honestly, he thought the film was going to be about his birth. Silly boy 😜💕
Tell me why everything
is rarely enough in a
world that is collapsing.
The sky nothing more
than cornbread crumbs.
Why do we not
notice this?
Tell me how we got lost
in a word of logins, of likes,
of tweets, a web of passwords?
Tell me why people are disposable,
and we are constantly
judging our life
by the lives of others?
When I hear music,
my life shifts.
Layers of overstimulated
brain cells shed
their skin.
Dress me
in your melody.
Let your tune speak
of shattered knees,
barbwire fences
cutting into roads.
Sing me
your pain.
I’ll share my song
with you.
I’ll tell you in notes
both high and low
how I’ve suffered
and survived.
How peace is the
county I want
to live in,
but I sometimes get
stuck in customs instead.
How hard it hurts
to fall, to fall,
but each bruise,
each disappointment is
a testament that
our system is still
functioning and
there are melodies
still left to be sung.
I’ll sit beside you as
you serenade me
and I sing the notes
back to you
as we finally pay
attention to the
sky.
The evening opening
up like a meteor,
a tail of a comet
waves to us as it
touches the sidewalk.
Satellites fall. For the moment,
heaven comes closer,
entranced by our song.
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