“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
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday — Cause some days …. yeah.
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
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday
So many village idiots, so few dragons
Til next time ~Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JP
The first step in getting that monkey off your back
is to quit going to the zoo. ~JP
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday
Let It Go — Frozen
Til next time Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JP
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday
We don’t stop dancing because we grow old
we grow old because we stop dancing
paraphrased from George Bernard Shaw
Mr. Bojangles — Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Do NOT make me unleash the flying monkeys!
I started back to work, part time, a couple weeks ago. This pretty well sums up my week. How about you?
Flying Monkeys Attack — Wizard of Oz
Til next time Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JP
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Write Photo
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
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
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 “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!
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
