One Liner Wednesday — I Left Early

7.1.20 I left early
Image by Kohji Asakawa from Pixabay

“I came, I saw, I left early”

~ Every Spoonie I’ve ever known at a “function”

For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday

The “Holiday” is nearly upon us, time to batten down the hatches and ride out the storm of inevitable sensory overload. We’ll be staying in here at Chez Spoons it’s just too peopley out there!

Counting Flowers on the Wall ~Nancy Sinatra

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

One Liner Wednesday – Coffee and Denial

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For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday — Cause some days …. yeah.

6.24.20 coffee and denial

credit Sweatpants and Coffee

“It’s totally OK if some days
your only coping skills are coffee and denial.”
~Sweatpants and Coffee

Shatter Me Featuring Lzzy Hale – Lindsey Stirling

Til next time ~Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JP

Thursday photo prompt – Along the Causeway

For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Write Photo

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Along the Causeway

Somewhere along the causeway
it fell from deadened fingers
a splash, a wave, it sank away
catching a moment’s glimmer
before it’s gone forever

A shiny silver keepsake
a sign of love for years
break the chains that bind
washed away by sea and tears
never to be seen again

Sometimes love is lost
but life is gained
when we release
the heart break’s pain
and learn to love again

The Dance — Garth Brooks

Til next time ~Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JPP

MLMM’s Monday Wordle 4.27.20

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For MLMM’s Monday Wordle

Today’s words: Time, Grass, Bird, Steel, Break, Highway, Chronaxie– the least amount of time the brain must send a signal to a part of the body for it to actually take action, Romance, Smooth, Spoon, Indigo, Bluster

Love?

Running at breakneck speed
down the highway of romance
bodies spooned together
smooth coolness of spring flowers

in less than a chronaxie, hearts falter
as emotions bluster against
the ravages of time
on the indigo sea of tears
abandoned and alone

on a bed of steel grass
the black bird caws
it’s haunting refrain
a bawdy counterpoint of pain

Seven Spanish Angels — Ray Charles & Willie Nelson

Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JPP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday 4/18/20

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For Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

One of the blessings to come out of this “lockdown/quarantine/social distancing” has been the evolution of my spiritual practice. Lacking personal interaction, I seem to be more and more seeking solace in spirit.

My dad once said “there’s no such thing as an atheist during an earthquake.” He said it during a 6.5 quake that shook the Imperial Valley back in the late 60’s. It stuck with me.

My spiritual practice is a hodgepodge which I won’t get into here but it’s taken on new breadth and scope in the past couple of months. I have finally found my meditation mojo and the quieting of the mind is an awesome thing, even when it’s only 10 minutes.

I once attended a Paul McCartney concert. When he played “Let It Be” 100,000 lighters clicked and the utter silence from the crowd was deafening. There was nothing but the stage, the song, and, perhaps, the voice of God.

“I do not fear a man who has practiced 10,000 kicks.
I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.”
~Bruce Lee

Let It Be ~The Beatles

Til next time ~Keep your face covered and your heart full ~JPP

A to Z challenge and SOCS

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A to Z Challenge “D”
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “deep.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

4.4.20 deep memories

Deep Memories

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep”
~Robert Frost

Deep and dark have always equated to trouble in my lexicon. As a child, caught in an undertow, pulled out into deep water, I watched the shore slip away. I struggled to stay afloat as I fought against panic and waves. Until he was there taking me in strong arms, hooking my little arms around his neck issuing a command to “hold on” as he swam back toward the shore. Then standing in hip deep water, pulling me around to his chest and carrying me back to solid ground. The next day, he taught me to body surf and what the different surf warning flags meant. Just like always, Daddy was there. Until the day he wasn’t.

I’ve Been Watch You — Rodney Atkins

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP