Sunday Stills – The Wild and Weird Ones

For Sunday Stills our prompt is Wild and Weird

What a wildly appropriate prompt for this week. You see, I am one of those weird people. You know the ones who always know the moon phase. The ones who talk about the demise of betelgeuse, use coconut oil for everything, have an herb or an essential oil suggestion for any complaint. We talk about Woodstock, and the day John Lennon died, listen to music by Janis Joplin, Cage the Elephant, Omnia and George Strait with equal abandon. We’re the ones with the wild sparkle in our eyes, the messy hair, and perpetually dirty feet. We are the Star Seeds and Indigos, the lovers and the dancers. The ones who see all the pain and horror of this world, but love it anyway. Long live the wild and the weird! πŸ™‚

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Painted Bull at Taoyuan airport,Taiwan

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And just to prove that art is truly international
A painted bull buffalo from Custer, South Dakota

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courtesy of Mother Nature, a dew drenched caterpillar tent on a juniper shrub

Wild Child — Enya

Til next time ~Stay wild, moon child ~JP

Sunday Stills — Heart of water

The Sunday Stills prompt for this week is water world.

I have been around water most of my life, it’s where I tend to be most content. Sitting on a beach watching waves, perched on a rock in the river, watching clouds float across the sky, water everywhere. Water can be calm and reflective, it can be fun and playful, it can be frightening in it’s power. It is exhilarating and soothing at the same time. Now I was born on a water/air cusp so maybe my affinity is astrological or maybe, just maybe I have the heart of a mermaid. πŸ™‚

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Sunset on Waikiki

A Perfect Moment

Sitting on a Rock in the middle of a river
One sultry August afternoon
The Summer sun warm on my face
The mountain water cold on my dangling feet
Ducks swim in the shade of a weeping willow
At the river’s edge
A summer breeze sings through the tree tops
And dances with the slender aspens
Against an Azure sky
For a moment, life is …… perfect

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Surf on Oahu

Master of Tides – Lindsey Stirling

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

2020 picoftheweek #14 — Treetops

2020-pic of the week

For Maria Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek — my prompt: Treetops

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About the photo — looking up through fall leaves at Shugakuin Imperial Villa in Kyoto, Japan

Looking Up

Looking up I see the sky
shining bright before my eyes
looking down, I seen green grass
don’t see the ice, fall on my ass
I see treetops filtering the sun
don’t even care about my aching bum

Shoe Event Horizon – Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

Til next time ~Keep Looking Up! ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/15/20

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What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid 4/15/20

Today is “tax day” in the US. That day when federal and state income tax returns, estimated payments, IRA contributions are all due. Except that this year they’re … not. All tax related deadlines have been postponed to July 15. But I am not concerned. I’m practicing “life as normal as possible” so I will go ahead and file today, electronically. We have a monthly visit to the health food coop planned for tomorrow, hoping to score the fresh needs for this month.

I’ve purchased and/or made several cloth face masks which I wear every time I go out of my house. I’m taking a bit of gaff for it from our local residents but, honestly, I don’t give a rat’s patootie about their opinion. I’m dealing with a spring flare right now which has hit me HARD! Not just the cough, fatigue and muscle pain either. It’s broken out in my skin … again. Sarcoidosis/lupus skin outbreaks are painful, and this time they have elected to attack the bottoms of my toes! “Burning Feet Syndrome” is not as funny as it sounds. The neuropathy pain is not pins and needles but the actual sensation of burning. I totally empathize with the Salem Witches!

Life goes on, as we all adjust to our new “normal”s. Stay Safe.

Room on Fire — Stevie Nicks

Til next time ~Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid

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Image found on Pinterest

For Linda’s What day is it anyway, a little something I got from my sister this morning. πŸ˜‰

Happy Easter Monday! See, I do know what day it is! I wanted to share with you something I saw recently. A Dr. on TV was saying that during this time of pandemic, lockdowns, slowdowns, and quarantines we should focus on ourselves and our inner peace.

He also said it was a good time to look around us and finish up some of those things we started but have left unfinished. So, I looked through my house to find some things I started and hadn’t finished.

I finished off a botter of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha wemander of a Valuminium scriptun, and a box of chocletz.

Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now! So I’m sneding this to all who ned inner piss, don’t foget to hash yer wands, has a stafe day avrybobby!

Give Peas a Chance

Til next time ~All I am saying, is ‘buy peas in cans’ ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid day 12

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about the photo: Guard Bunny on duty

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid – day 12

It’s been a pretty quiet day here. My pandemic panic seems to be calming down a bit with the help of copious quantities of GABA Calm (a supplement I take when my nerves get the better of me). We got out for a really nice walk early this morning and sat in the sun for a time this afternoon. More and more people are pulling into the park which is both exciting and frightening. We have children back in Kentucky which has enacted a non-essential travel ban, asking people not to travel out of state unless it’s for specific reasons.

Here we’re planning a quick trip into the health food coop that we belong to early tomorrow morning. They’re opening the store up an hour early on certain days for “immune compromised” coop members.Β  It’s been about a month since we went brick and mortar grocery shopping so yeah it’s time. Dear friends have kindly picked up a few things for us here and there but the refrigerator is looking pretty bare. We will only be making the one store stop, then drive thru post office and library for drop offs.

For now, we’re just hanging at home, taking care of each other. Hope all is well with you, wherever in the world you may be.

Til next time ~Hang in there, summer’s comin’ ~JP

Summer in the City — The Lovin’ Spoonful

Silent Spring

This wonderful poem just says it all for me today. Do check out firewordsblog you’ll not regret it. πŸ™‚

Firewords that light up the world.

photography of rainbow during cloudy sky Photo by Alex on
In the midst of turmoil
We walk alone
We step cautiously outside
Onto empty streets
Our hearts yearning for human touch


Above the city sky
A lonely plane drones above
Citizens desperate to get home
Before they close the airport for good
Before they close the border
And set up check points in the square

And yet
I hear the birds
The waves of the lake
The sky is pale
A clear and
Silent spring is reversing history

We boomers were warned
Sure, we marched for peace
Sat cross-legged listening to folks songs
With flowers in our hair

But the bills came and went
Children got their caps and gowns
Puffed with pride
We set aside
Our nest eggs
Made of paper gold
Our hippy dreams had long since died

Oh throw your windows
Open wide
Nothing but fresh air outside

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Monday Window — Lament of a Star

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View from the passenger’s window – Kaikoura, NZ (before the quake)

For Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge. I was stargazing last night, something I like to do whenever the weather permits. Just before true dark I spied Venus continuing her path through Aries, and Rigel burning brightly at the base of Orion. Then my eyes wandered to the dimming specter of Betelgeuse the red star on Orion’s shoulder.

The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.” –Matthew Stover – Revenge of the Sith

Lament of a Star

Lavender skies above me
in the window between
dusk and dark
Venus shines brightly
Rigel lovingly winks
while Betelgeuse breathes
his last

Starry, Starry Night — Don McLean

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP