Played hopscotch at the dock last night.
Note to Self: Always bring sidewalk chalk with the picnic supplies.
And don’t forget the marshmallows.
Seaside Hopscotch
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Category Archives: soul
The longest dark day is behind me
Monochrome though the first month may be
I’m happy the longest dark day is behind me.
A few soul steps to liberate yourself from a life of posing
Do you ever feel like a windvane,
running in vain, going nowhere,
waiting for a gust to change your direction?
Or do you feel like you sit still all day?
Sitting surrounded by infinite grains of sand
casting long shadows with that slight slant of sun.
What will make you stand up and take a first step?
And keep going, as awkward as it feels.
Even if you have to drag that damn poser post behind you for now…
Take an even bigger step, even if you feel off balance.
You might need to ask for help before the tide gets any higher.
Those willing to help will appear.
Which is great cuz then
you’ll have someone to dance with.
It’s your Liberated Soul Swing!
Yin Yang Vitruvian Soul
yin yang
Vitruvi-kin soul
What surprised Emotikin today: Nordic Neptune sporting Charon’s obol
I looked to the left on the
path I walk almost daily.
LOVE on the rock, well tended,
always repaired and replaced
after each wind, rain or swipe.
LOVE is always there, its
twig-stone-shell typography changes
just slightly.
Well tended, I was thinking.
Two steps beyond, I looked to
the right, where I walk almost daily.
Out pops a face for the first
time, carved how long ago?
Three pennies, tails up,
on unblinking eyes, untasting mouth.
Wikipedia explains, Charon’s
obol pays afterlife fare
for this Nordic Neptune.
Well tended.
Do I dive? Do I dare? Decisions, decisions…
Do I dive?
Do I dare?
Decisions, decisions.
Decided. It’s a good day to jump!
One who walked the logs before me left a sign…
One who walked the logs
before me
left a sign
saying
move inward
inward
and in
deeper
still
within
then
outward
again.
P.S. I marvel that today’s high tide is so calm and wonder at the metaphor.
P.P.S. This one who walks on logs throws logs for labradors who love them:
happy water dog!
Is that the hand of God descending – or Grace?
Is that the hand of God descending?
What if it’s Grace?
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Happy 13th Birthday, Grace! xoxox
It is written. Aliens exist! Yes they do.
Words to the wise.
Aliens exist. Yes they do.
Do you?
Happy first day of Spring, whispered the daffodil
…She whispered back,”Thanks for making some sunshine today.”
Emotikin World 