SOCS – How Many Ways

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Iris, Queens Garden – Invercargill NZ

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday our prompt is “more than a hundred”

How to I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love you like the flower
loves the sun’s bright rays
I love you with my very soul
and I’ll love you all my days
between my heart and yours
many words lose their way
Just how many are there
I have often wondered
I may not know the total
but, it’s more than a hundred

 

I’ll have to say I love you in a song ~ Jim Croce

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS -Checkered Summer

Coffee madness

Our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is “check/cheque/Czech.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Have fun!

The view out my window is pretty typical of this summer. An odd checkerboard of bright green and straw tan grass, mottled patches where the rain has not reached or hail has damaged. It’s rather odd to my mind how even though I spend considerably more time at home this summer, there are still more empty boxes on my to do list than there are checks. I’m missing the summer days of checked tablecloths and carry out fried chicken.

My new metaphor for “weird and crazy” has become “2020” as in “do not ring the door bell, dogs will bark, I will yell and things will go all kinds of 2020.” Or, “Do NOT make me go all 2020 on your a**.” The humorous applications are endless.

All that aside, life is all about checks and balances, and I know that eventually the pendulum will swing back. For now, I’m going to check another item off my list.

Check Yes or No — George Strait

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday — Links in the chain

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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is “link.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I’ve been distracted lately. Overwhelmed is more like it. If you want to witness some definitive examples of whacked out human behavior, try working in a recreational venue, in a tourist town, in the midst of a pandemic. The lock down has been lifted, people are pouring in with no visible concern for safety precautions, like it’s all over. Meanwhile the exposure and death rates continue to rise. Laughter is forced, tempers are short, and common courtesy has been lost in the frenetic scramble to have “fun.” Combine this with hotter than normal weather, several damaging hail storms and this normally gentle land is a tinder box of dry prairie grass just waiting for a spark.

With so many of the outer planets in retrograde, it’s really a crazy time for emotionally driven individuals and HSP’s such as myself. The link between anger, aggression, general weirdness and the pandemic and retrogrades I’m sure is strong but what the answer is eludes me. So for now I’ll be staying in as much as possible while concentrating on emotional detox and healing, shielding and grounding. If I can’t break the link, perhaps I can loosen the chain.

The Chain — Fleetwood Mac

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

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!

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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

SoCS – What Day Is It Anyway?

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From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!

What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9

The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.

Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.

3.15.20 sunrise

Outside my window
the wind blows,
robins squabble
over tasty worms,
bunnies sample tender
green shoots of grass,
trees sway,
their branches dancing
in the Spring winds
dotting the ground
with pine cones
oblivious to the
worries of humans

The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

What Day is it Anyway? – Coping with Covid day 2 – SoCS – Welcome

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Linking to Linda G Hill’s “What Day is it Anyway?” and SoCS

Linda says: ”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is “welcome.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

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Lilacs ready to burst forth in a glorious welcome of Spring

Kind of a mish/mash up for me today

Coping with COVID-19 — day 2 — March 21, 2020

It’s a beautiful day here in the Black Hills. Sunshine, blue skies, mild temps. It’s a welcome relief from the snow, freezing temps, and winds earlier this week. We have a large lovely, lightly populated area perfect for walking with minimal human interaction. We’ve been out for one walk already and plan to do one or two more. We’re both recovering from a mild virus and we’re still a little weak. It’s nothing more than sniffles, itchy eyes and a mild cough but right now a cough is about as welcome as a fox in the hen house.

If I’m honest about it, I’m kind of relieved to be home for a couple of weeks. I’m a Highly Sensitive Person and an introvert. Too much “peopling” can leave me exhausted under the best of circumstances and these, my friends are NOT the best of circumstances. Angry, frightened aura’s abound.

There has also not been much of an opportunity to celebrate the Equinox or Ostara which I always enjoy. I like to welcome Spring with a cleansed home and some special spring treats. This afternoon will be spent in an outdoor meditation, a “whole house blessing” (a fancy schmancy way of saying Spring Cleaning), and perhaps some nice vegetable soup.

Look to the Rainbow — from Finian’s Rainbow

Til next time ~Happy Spring ~Stay Safe ~JPP

SoCS – Unruly Pack

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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: our prompt is “(un)pack.” Use “pack” or its opposite in your post. Have fun!

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Artwork by KristenDawn on Pixabay

Unruly Pack

My thoughts run wild, like wolves bereft of the leader of the pack. Unruly and undisciplined they leap and run uselessly without purpose.

I must step in and take control lead the unruly bunch where I want then to go. The breeze catches at my fur as I lift my muzzle to sniff the air. There, the scent of our quarry. Too long has my imagination been starved for lack of a good hunt but now here it is. Carried on the wind as I call in my pack of wild thoughts with a snap and a howl.

Quietly but faster than the speed of wind, we stalk silently, our prey is on the run. Hah! There cornered against a tree, the illusive Beast of Inspiration. My unruly pack now disciplined and precise cautiously move in. We pounce, my pack and I. Devouring the Inspiration’s ideas and schemes. Thoughts become plans, vagaries become twists, goals become purpose, daydreams become characters. Yes, my pack of unruly thoughts feed and feed upon the Inspiration until finally they are sated. And the story begins to take form.

“The night was cold and dreary as a sliver of crescent moon peeked out from behind a cloud. Her cloak damp with the mists of Erthean forest, eyes of céladon green scanned the horizon.”

Word count 216

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS – Choices

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From our SoCS host Linda G. Hill – Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “choices.” Base your post on the subject of making small, uneventful choices. Enjoy!

2.1.20 choices

A tiny piece of shell adorns my wrist
chosen from the thousands on the beach
a small reminder of how fate can twist
our will and choices become so hard

A left when I should have turned right
lead me to a long and winding path
showed me life through a different sight
and that has made all the difference

For at the crossroads I stood alone
there I waited for so long
until you came and took me home
and here we’ve stayed, together

A left or a right, choices near and far
It’s not our words, or even our actions
it is our choices that show who we really are
and that’s our choice to always be
where I have you and you have me

The Dance ~Garth Brooks

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme

For Linda’s JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “movie title.” Take the title of the last movie you watched (just the title, not the premise of the movie), and base your post on that title. Have fun!

Last movie I watched, hmmm Spiderman Far From Home (dvd)

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Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay

Star was alone on the top of the rise. They had been traveling for days through the bleak sandstone of the Enchanted Wasteland. The first few days were spent wading through endless sand dunes. Star and her company had trudged the dunes, scarves tied so tightly around their faces they could barely breath. Even that did not prevented the constant shifting, blowing sand from working it’s way into their eyes, ears, mouths and lungs. The dunes had given way to rocky hardpack, the sun beat brutally against the skulls of Monster, Witch, Human and beasts alike. As she topped the rise, hoping to see some glimpse of green in this Goddess forsaken land, she saw … waves. Waves of colored sand, fossilized dunes of varied colors that stretched for as far as the eye could see. Continue reading “JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme”