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. 🙂
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
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
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
For Linda’s What day is it anyway, a little something I got from my sister this morning. 😉
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
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. 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.
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Now
In the midst of turmoil
We walk alone
Pilgrims
We step cautiously outside
Onto empty streets
Our hearts yearning for human touch
Listen!
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
Lapping
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
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
I love a good music challenge and this topic hit me right where I live so let’s have a bash shall we.
Run Molly Run is an adaptation by the Kingston Trio of an old folksong originally “Molly and Tenbrooks (or Ten Broeck)” with a plot variation and very different feel to the song. I’ve always preferred the Kingston Trio’s version, probably because the old grey mare beats the young stallion and, hey I freely admit to a certain bias for old ladies. 😉
Race of Life
Life is like a race when all is said and done it matters not if you win or lose but how well the race was run
Run Molly Run – Kingston Trio
Run Molly Run
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun. Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold. Long John said to Molly, “You’re runnin’ your last race
‘Cause when I turn my head around I’m gonna see your face, old gal, I’m gonna see your face.” Molly said to Long John, “Don’t take me for a fool.
If you didn’t cut your ears and tail, I’d think you were a mule (Yeah!) I’d think you were a mule.” Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his woolly mane.
“Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train.” Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun. See them waitin’ on the track. The man, he hollered, “Go!”
Long John runnin’ fast, Lord, Molly runnin’ slow. Molly runnin’ slow. Long John said to Molly, “Take a last look at the sky.
‘Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust’s gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust’s gonna blind your eye.” Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes! Long John beatin’ Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin’ Long John. Molly runnin’ free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin’ free. Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!
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