A New Horizon is my old horizon, which is to always acknowledge the beauty, and mystery of nature. Two days ago we had snow, and ice. Today we have gorgeous sunshine, and puffy white clouds.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
A Song will answer most of life’s Tough Questions
Well, not really, but they are a catharsis.
The news, the partisanship, the embellishing, I don’t know what the truths are, or what parts are the half-truths. I can guess, but to have unwavering faith in anything I read doesn’t make it the truth.
My truths are the things I can control, touch, feel. My warm Saturday cozy blankets, a hot cup of cocoa, my family, and friends.
Are my answers are reduced to basic needs? So be it. In my little cocoon of peace, I am self-fulfilled.
When I focus on my life, I can rise above the shrieking news.Headlines that want your attention. News that does nothing to uplift or encourage. To keep one wondering about the future of safety of the country. Do you think the news can imply, or project where the country is in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs? Can a country even have a physiological bent? The popular vote said, most Americans felt physiologically good,and safe. The electoral college vote something else entirely. I would like to know who they thought they were making a deal with. A tough question. A confusing muddle, so I shut it down, and listen to a song.
Enter Joe Walsh
I watched a Joe Walsh video, and everything was alright. You won’t get tough questions answered,….but you can nod like a sage
“You Never Know” From the Album “There Goes The Neighborhood”
by Joe Walsh
And loose translations float around the neighborhood
And rumors don’t do anyone a bit of good
They just get started, funny you never know
You never know The first-amendment vigilante attitude
The gospel truth according to the book of Someone said so
The front line grapevine jury’s in a nasty mood
You might be guilty, honey you’ll never know
You never know Did you hear about the gossip column
Senate subcommittee probe
The allegations put the neck around your rope
The nominations droolin’ on the envelope
A likely story, funny you’ll never know
You never know, you never know
You never know
It’s Not This Time of Year Without…Scarves WP Photo challenge
I cant live without
Scarves, during this time of year
So many colors
Nice to warm my chin and ears
Don’t forget the gloves!
Liminal is either very finite or infinite, and to ponder that notion hurts my head.
My thoughts as they apply to the word Liminal are fleeting. I tried to grasp the idea between the here and there, but the second I do, the moment passes.
I know time between long holiday naps and the daily prompt, seem very liminal. It was very early in morning, and I see the posting wall for the daily prompt stood empty, but pregnant with liminality, but THAT wasn’t exactly what I was looking for, nor was the time after the holiday festivities, when I know I have to clean the stove.
For me this word is a head scratcher. I wanted something different, something more. I decide I would need to confer with a Buddhist Monk, or watch Kung Fu re-runs with David Carradine before I could find the ‘some – thing’ which is elusive to me. The word should not be so hard to contemplate as Chan,Zen, Buddhism.
I think I’ll let it go, before I lose my mind. After all, “You can only lose what you cling to” ~Buddha
It was a hot dry summer without my usual outside water supply. My flowers suffered; stumpy Shasta daisies, lavender which did not produce much pollen for the bees. I did what I could for the perennials, and did not plant any annuals. Wildflowers that so grew fast; they laid their heads down on the hard parched earth, and died.I promised myself, that next summer I would purchase a soaker hose.
Anyway….imagine scorched earth, and not much growth.
In October the rains came, pouring down on the hardy roots of wildflowers. New sprouts pushed through the softened soil. I kept watching,thinking they would just give up, tire out. This little leftover bunch of flowers were determined to make a good show. I am so surprised at the tenacity of living things. I took this photo on November 22nd. These flowers have been drinking water for several weeks, and they couldn’t look more Sated.
9-5-17 replaced photo with a late June version. I just couldn’t bear looking at the stumps.
Perceptions shift when you create something you like, or you listen to a happy song. It makes magic, never believe it’s not so. 🙂
Disclaimer: No angels were harmed in the making of this post.
I love angel figurines. I have many of them, and given many. The photo featured is one my Mother just recently gave me. It belonged to my Grandmother, she said, but I think she misremembered. Either way, it is beautiful and I love it. I did Transmogrify it in keeping with the photo challenge theme, and in reference to The Twilight Zone, and in the spirit of Halloween.
So why transmogrify an angel? Well, one dark winters night, when I was very young, I watched The Twilight Zone. It was amazing, terrifying, and forbidden fruit. I don’t know the name of the episode, but it featured Bust sculptures, and they would watch your every move. After that particular show was over, I was so creeped out I couldn’t get through my hallway fast enough. I ran to my room, closed the door, and hid under my covers. I think it took more than one night to get over it. Especially, since my Mother’s own Bust sculptures were in the hall, reminding me of horrors to come.
I don’t think there is any other show that thoroughly Transmogrifies like The Twilight Zone.
B/W Photo from Pixabay