Fairy Rain

From the all-knowing Jar of Inspiration today’s prompt: Fairy Rain

from my polyvore collection

Fairy Rain

Rain softly falls on my window pane
as I stand here listening
outside the sun is slowly waking
the spider webs are glistening
beads of rain shimmer in the morning light
like the flutter of fairy wings
tiny gems that vanish with the sun
but for now I listen to the rain
and watch the fairies dance

Til next time ~Watch for the fairies ~JP

Washing Away the Old

Today I am washing down my thresholds to make room for the wonder of the new year. The future stretches before us like a book filled with 365 blank pages, let’s write a good one.

Til next time ~May your troubles be less and your blessings be more and may nothing but happiness come through your door ~JP

Yuletide Blessings

from my polyvore collection

Alfie the Christmas Tree

Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree?
Who just didn’t want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
He liked bicycles and snow

He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
And critters and creatures that crawled
Why bugs were some of his very best friends
Spiders and ants and all

Now that’s not to say that he ever looked down
On a vision of twinkled lights
Or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes
And a thousand other delights

And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
And a jolly old man in a sleigh
Full of toys and presents and wonderful things
And a story of Christmas day

Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas alright
He was full of Christmas cheer
All of each and every day
And all throughout the year

To Him it was more than a special time
Much more than a special day
It was more than a beautiful story
It was a special kind of way

You see some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they’ve never heard of Santa Claus
They’ve never heard the story of the Son Of God
And that made Alfie pause

Did that mean that they’d never know of peace on earth
Or the brotherhood of man
Or know how to love, or know how to give
If they can’t, no one can

You see, life is a very special kind of thing
Not just for a chosen few
But for each and every living, breathing thing
Not just me and you

So in your Christmas prayers this year
Alfie asked me if I’d ask you
Say a prayer for the wind and the water and the wood
And those who live there too

From the Album John Denver and the Muppets a Christmas Together

Til next time ~May nothing but happiness come through your door ~JP

When Spoons are Short and Expectations are High

Winter flares are no fun, at all fatigue and fuddled thinking are a nuisance at the best of times and for me at least, holidays are NOT the best of times. I’m out of spoons and trying to do way to much. Slowing my roll, so I’ve been cavorting about on Canva again. Here is my latest doodad to remind me to deal with seasonal bluesy feelings in a positive (low spoons) way.

Til next time ~Stay Trippy Hippies ~JP

December Prompts: On My Mantel

My prompt from the Jar of Inspiration: “On my desk or mantel”

from my polyvore collection

On My Mantel

The pumpkins are down
and packed away tight
now on my mantel
waiting to take flight
sits a trio of angels
messengers of love and light
Solstice beckons me
to rest and wait
but Christmas calls
and I must decorate
with shimmering baubles
and delicate snowflakes
on my mantel memories
of long ago while I sit
snug and serene with tea
in my mug watching the snow

Til next time ~may your hearth burn bright ~JP

In My Mug

I’ve been feeling short of muse lately and so have refilled the “Great Jar of Inspiration” also known as a prompt jar, aka an empty salsa jar filled with scraps of paper which contain wordy things known as prompts.

Today’s prompt from the Jar of Inspiration: In my mug

In my mug – coffee because it smells like magic and tastes like hopes and dreams.

What’s in your mug this time of year?

Til next time ~May your coffee be… enough ~JP

Silent Sunday – Veterans Day

graveyard Honen-in

We were fighting for our loved ones at home, for freedom and all that we believed in. I’ve known many a soldier to privately wonder, although I’ve never heard one ask, “what does the enemy believe in?”

~reminiscence of an unknown soldier

we also serve – photo from Pixabay

“We also serve who stay at home and wait with busy hands and lonely hearts.” ~Faye VAQ 129 Wives Club

This post inspired by Marsha’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Til next time remember ~All gave some, and some gave all ~JP

Thoughtful Thursday – November Playlist

So, today I am stuck inside, windows closed, air filters running. The AQI (Air Quality Index) is a good deal higher than my safety zone allows due to forest fires. Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent my whole life running from fires *shrug* so today I’m feeling a little sorry for myself (stupid fires, grumble, grumble) and nothing lifts my little heart and soul like music. Here is my November playlist filled with songs of celebration and home.

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Under a Violet Moon – Blackmore’s Night

A Pirate Looks at Forty – Jimmy Buffet

Book of Days – Enya

Jesus and Mama – Confederate Railroad

Home Again – Blackmore’s Night

Colors of the Wind – Judy Kuhn

Medicine – Rising Appalachia

Kentucky Woman – Neil Diamond

Easy Come, Easy Go – Bobby Sherman

I Have a Dream – ABBA

Moon River – Andy Williams

Back Home Again – John Denver

If you’d like to listen on Spotify, click here.

Til next time ~ Music is a window to the soul ~JP