Hey y’all. Hope these make you smile. Stay healthy and safe. We’ll get through this. Love to all.
Tucker’s Quarantine
Tag: style
Deity in Diversity
Maybe someday we will
have written about humanity
and grace so much
that the paper we scribble on
will burn down
the forest of hate
that grows in casket-closed minds,
eradicating words like
racism, hate, bigotry.
The fire cleansing away
evil and ignorance.
Strike a match with
your pen.
Let’s try at least to
direct the language toward love.
Let’s keep moving the
adjectives higher and higher.
Trust the verbs to lead us,
the pin of light, to the fire.
Maybe as the trees come undone,
leaves igniting,
branches bursting with truth,
charity and clarity will rise.
Rustling beneath skin.
Love rising, tapping deep.
Opening eyes and cleaning tongues
in the dialect of compassion.
Hope slipping into the core.
Porous and large.
Looking out in every direction
until it is inside the sky,
the rocks, the moon.
Lacing the night and hearts with promise,
the rainy season finally over.
Until then, let your pens sway
against the dark waves.
Let’s push our boats against the current.
Light the candle wick.
Kiss it with fervor.
Give flame to the wind and waves.
-Tosha Michelle
Photo, my own
How to be an Expert at Life.
Praise imperfections.
Ask questions.
Don’t fear the answers.
Do fear snakes, toads,
and Donald Trump’s hair.
Adore books, animals,
weaknesses, the broken,
and growing older.
Find a love to orbit around.
Have a constellation seeking brain.
A heart that star gazes.
Don’t trip on what’s been
gone for years.
Walk hand in hand with today.
The one seemly not
telling the truth is
the one you should
listen to the hardest.
Pay attention to your
conscience, make
sure it’s really yours.
Know there’s beauty;
in words. The ones
you use and the ones
you leave out.
Read the classics.
Brighten to artistry
Don’t be afraid to improvise.
Listen to jazz while
drinking iced coffee.
Don’t admire yourself
too much, this can
lead to disaster.
There are two types
of people in the world,
be neither of them.
Know sometime what
seems useless is
full of meaning.
Learn how to bend,
not break.
Lose yourself to love,
to madness.
Always carry a suitcase
full of mischief.
A passport of adventure.
Don’t forget to add a dash of moonlight.
Season the nights with heat.
Create the scene.
Live it.
Lose your shoes and inhibitions.
Split the wishbone.
Know nothing important
comes with a manual.
Just because your
spirit is tangled,
doesn’t mean your
soul has to be tied in a knot.
Be full of vigor,
meaningful chit chat
and chocolate. Lots
of chocolate!
Know there is holiness in the missteps.
Grace in the fumbles.
Remain unfinished.
Be the light.
-Tosha Michelle
Bridges and Blissful Beauty.
Some random shots from our latest outdoor adventures and a song that fits the mood. “ On Our Way” by The Perennials. Gorgeous tune. Happy Monday. 💕
Let It Be.
Happy Monday, y’all. I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. On Saturday we attended a wedding of a friend. It was a beautiful ceremony.
Sunday we went hiking.
Today, I’m in a musical mood. When am I not, right? Here’s one of my all time favorite songs. Listening to it always makes me feel peaceful and brings tears to my eyes. It speaks to my soul every time.
“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be”
Key, Pearl. Wisdom
We cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are.
Max DePree
The Wingspan of History
Years later if you do find yourself
giving into nostalgia’s fancy, flight
and all. Do not lament the departed
back or the wingspan of history,
the lost of what was.
Remember my dear, the albatross
left its shell long ago,
only the scent of sea water lingers.
If you must soar back into the past,
take solace in those bygones
summers, magnetic in their reticent sweetness of air. Recall the pleasure
of moonlight and innocence. Be
grateful for every hour spent, lessons
learned by the skin of heart.
Do not think of how the storm came,
or the way the Earth bent and folded,
instead give yourself to sentimentality
of summer’s rain soaked showers.
Once you’re throughly drenched,
feel your feet slowly touch the
earth again.Watch as the past drifts
and wafts away.
My how it shimmers in the distance,
riding on the whims of the sky.
The warm updraft feels nice for a
moment but not as lovely as the pull of the ground and the beauty of now.
-Tosha Michelle
