Whatever time this finds you on the globe, Happy Fri-Yay Funday my Friends!
“Are we having fun yet” is something I think we all think about at times and expect as if by magic, it will come. I have learned that while life is not a bed of roses and comes with daily trials and tribulations, to make the most of it.
I have learned to roll with the punches no matter what is thrown at me and find a way to make the most of everyday. I choose to find fun as many days as I can muster, whether it looks quiet or loud and it often comes in the form of writing and everyday experiences I extrapolate from.
With as many things as I have coming at me all of the time, if I don’t know how to go with the flow, I would be sunk. Somedays it feels like a steam roller heading straight at me and I jump out of the way and others, like the pristine aqua marine sea. Either way, I try not to get to attached so I stay present to what is.
Here’s a little poem I wrote yesterday:
Song fills my soul with trills from the sparrow and purple breasted finch.
Its brown and red feathers engulf my heart as
I watch the pair sit dutifully, on the line, night after night.
String lights are their trapeze and my nightly show,
gathering grass, mud, leaves, branches and strands of my hair, building a home for their soon to be hatchlings.
Every species nests and gathers awaiting this miraculous moment when life shows up.
I spend hours witnessing the cycle of life:
The beginning, middle, end.
I walk into
Ollie ( my cat)
clutched between her teeth
and I see red.
I know this is what cats do but not on my watch!
In one fell swoop,
I retrieve her with a swat and a firm grip and the sparrow flies to the corner, stunned.
She doesn’t move a muscle as I pick her up and hold her as blood drips on my fingers.
Her eyes gaze into mine,
I feel her heartbeat and I pray for her life.
I place her in the window sill and pet her as her eyes lock with mine and I become her mother breathing life into her,
one last time to say goodbye:
When suddenly, she glances at me one more time as if to say thanks and slowly flies away.
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Update on the Remodel:
With some heated conversations, gridlock and going through the painstaking process of creative solutions, we have a move in date of July 15th, our 43 Anniversary and 50 years of being together. OMG on both counts and Fingers crossed we’ll be moving in soon and one thing is for sure… we’re close.
Since a picture says 1,000 words, I’ll just send those so you can have a look for yourself. I’ll just report the shower plumbing was approved yesterday, 👏 👏👏 the walls will not be screeching red 😱(that is just the water-proofing material), the double doors to our bedroom have paint on which will be stripped, although I kind of like the one door to the left when they are both closed with the paint.
A Talk and Meditation: An 8 1/2 minute tour, talk and meditation
Remember if you want to play and win the Giveaway Book: Wounds I have Healed: Poetry of Strong Woman by Gabriela Maria Milton, publisher Ingrid Wilson and 100 plus authors including me 😎 and Cover designer Nick Reeves go to my last post for the rules here.
Ollie says see, “I’m a good Cat, all’s well that ends well, what was the big fuss”. 😹😹😹
On a not so fun note we had 2 fires 10 minutes from us this weekend which are now contained but it was a little too close for comfort. Our horse tenets were evacuated so he parked his car in our driveway for the night which was very cool and fire engine red at that. Thanks to the firefighter there were no injuries.
I was out of internet service all day which I thought was the modem and tried everything I knew to do and it turns out it was all about the fire and it rebooted itself on it’s own later. It was so nice to know it wasn’t me and I’m not as “untechy” as I think I am. I don’t know about you, but I always think it’s probably my fault that I can’t get things like this to work.
Have a wonderful Fri-Yay and enjoy your week ending and find some ways to put some fun in your day. My favorite kind of fun is stilling my mind if only for a few seconds everyday and taking the moments as they arise.