Do it now.
Oh groovus me!
Do it now.
Oh groovus me!
She no longer earned a salary
Or laid out the next day’s outfits
All so very color coordinated: Blouse, earrings, the shoes on her feet.
The office was no longer her thing.
But that did not mean
She no longer had worth.
There are other ways
Of making a contribution.
Figuring out just exactly what that entailed.
That was the real challenge.
Not knowing the answers just yet
Did not mean they weren’t there to be had.
The alarm ruled my days
And SAT/SUN were my carrots.
They were devoured, yet savored.
Required tasks done quickly
In order to yield maximum downtime.
Books to read, walks to enjoy, relaxation = joy.
Now, my own time spreads out before me
Like a vast ocean.
I’m sailing uncharted seas.
An entirely new paradigm.
Rather than peering forward, slogging through five for two places of rest,
Time = Islands = Respite
No longer applies.
I can do what I wish to now.
Later, there may be other, different carrots to propel me forward, through my days.
But for now, I no longer seek ‘land’ on the horizon to get my bearings.
The dimension of time now provides a new perspective.
And I continue to wrap my head around the possibilities.
Hampered by a gloomy view
Looking out our ‘sunroom’ window.
But our lights shine from within
Do they not?
What an odd name for fizzy pleasure.
Pink and blue makes purple
And white foamy bubbles.
Water not too hot
But quite hot enough.
A calming, clean scent
With a hint of slickness to oil my skin.
A place to lie still
Until the water cools just enough
To warrant another torrent of hot H2O.
I am a seeker of delicious new words.
Old and decrepit to some, perhaps
But well-suited at times when nothing else will do.
Words that have long graced many a page (or conversation) but are newly discovered and now mine to make use of as I see fit.
Words can be fanciful, ornate, economical and stout. Even exotic.
Chunky, elegant, gregarious, preposterous or ill-fitting.
It’s the manner of speaking them, using them to convey thoughts, ideas, emotions.
Or in how they are written, often beautifully, sometimes awkwardly, to illustrate an action, a theme, a person, place or event.
I am a seeker of scrumptious new worlds.
Havens of comfort, thresholds of inspiration, venues of wonder.
Environments to stimulate thought or to aid in the cessation of an uncomfortably constant stream of mental chaos and angst: a refuge.
Color and light and nature: birthplaces of history, art, literature, religion and countless cultures and civilizations.
Places, both ingress and egress, that bear witness to human growth and development.
And sadly – and far too frequently – human destruction, as well.
I am a seeker of peace, of harmony, well-being and community.
Searching out the best in others, and myself.
This, first and foremost…
Mindful, always, that this is a continuous process. A task never quite finished.
I am a seeker of the here and now. I choose, simply, to be.
My eyes and ears.
Thanks to a laser-like focus
My world now sparkles.
As for my hearing
Not so much.
There is no ‘one and done’
In that department.
A mere device
Instead of a permanent
No Hassle Solution.
While sometimes flustered
I am content.
And have I mentioned I have full use of my arms and legs?
Yes. I’m quite lucky indeed.
On wings of hope: May there be beauty!
Some find their mark bringing both joy and relief.
While others, finding their mark still, cause anguish, dismay: Please. No….
The truth hurts. Seeing it squarely in front of you, yes.
But being made aware that these images of light match – with such painful certainty
That what was painted
Sometimes, it’s more than I can bear.
I know that I should.
But I don’t or rather, will NOT.
Cannot. Simply won’t.
I don’t think I even really want to…
But because it’s expected of me, I suppose I will.