The yellow sulfur butterflies flitted through the purple Mexican petunias,
Which are neither Mexican, nor petunias…
Bearing the botanical name ruellia brittoniana…
My mind shatters into metaphors,
And I forget the simple truth…
Whether flora or fauna,
Colors or form,
We are all complimentary.
So the poodle had a fine breakfast
Of figs and earthworms….
Not what I would have chosen,
I’m more of an oatmeal and blueberries kind of gal….
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The privilege to chose our food should never be taken for granted…
Chose wisely,
Give thanks.
Share…
Well, the figs at least…
Giggle.
Daily.
Giggle.
Often.
Sometimes, when we are trying to accomplish what we think of as goals,
What we are really doing is avoiding them.
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This has been your reminder….
Laugh at what you think are the obstacles in your path….
They are directions to Life itself.
At the edge of the water,
Wading
The crane reached out
Toward…….
That is all I saw.
The rest of this story is up to You.
Being scolded is always hard…
But if you listen,
Carefully,
You can hear what belongs to You,
And what is simply the fears of others.
The bug had wings,
The door was open,
But the bug just kept walking across glass
Looking and longing for a way to salvation.
Then, seeing the dilemma,
The man, gently placed a glass,
The sipping kind,
Over the bug on the glass,
The seeing through kind….
And taking a small painting of insects in the grass,
He slide it under the bug…
Briefly trapping it ….
He carried the insect out the doorway to freedom,
Where it promptly flew away.
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We all long for salvation and freedom…
Sometimes we can even see it right before our eyes…
Even it we can’t find the door.
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It’s ok to accept assistance,
Even if it feels a bit like being trapped.
You will remember your wings when it’s time to fly.
Suddenly You were there!
How is it possible when all the doors were closed?
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Simple.
I poured in through all the cracks in your heart.
In the heat of the moment,
Everything stops for a holy pause….
And there,
In a break in the greenery,
She sits.
Watching us watching Her.
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Someone is always watching….
Are You?
I am so sorry for Your loss.
I loved her too.
.
Although I did not know her, personally.
I loved Her, nonetheless.
Some days,
Everything is rainbows…
But only after rain.
Memo to Self,
Sparkle.
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