Dusky rose and cerulean blue pastel backdrops of fading light against frilly tendrils of clouds I await the coming of the night Up where the wind blows the clouds until they billow and furl twixt starlight and daybreak lies a magical world Where there’s barely a day and hardly no night there are beings of shadow and stunning creatures of light where dragons silently drift across Easter egg skies and then disappear in the blink of an eye
The dawn this morning was all pastel pink buttermilk clouds against the bright blue of morning. Shades like the Easter eggs we colored as kids, delicate and gentle. Like you.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
Wide Eyed Wonderings 