the song…

As the sun gives way to the horizon

At the first hint of night

Softly I sing your name

And all at once,

Beyond my imagining

The whole sky lights up

…from everywhere, deep within

It knows the song in my heart..

…. the one that plays for you

****

ellie894 March 23, 2020

Thank you, Sadje for the inspiring weekly photo prompt! You always choose a stunning image!

Please be safe everyone, and get Plenty of Sleep!

Suzanne ❤️

all shall be well…

Many things I write never quite make it to here. This was almost one of them. I was going to share something else instead. I changed my mind. This is what asked to be written. The world sorely needs kindness and grace these days.

There is a deep soulfulness in all things…

Things, isn’t really the right word to mean so much

There is gentle strength in the waters,

A belief in forever that climbs the trees,

My spirit soars with every wing that defies gravity, and settles with every creature who comes to drink at the pond’s edge

…there is so much to love…

The sky is white as though it is full with snow

The ground is charcoal, somber yet soft

And I wish that the one, would fall upon the other, as I walk in the world between them, overflowing with why’s and how’s

This is my real right now

My here, today

The forest smolders…

I watch the message drifting in the smoke…of what should not be

Every day, stories plead to be seen and beg to be heard

It will be hard, I thought,

I was right

I must go anyway, I thought,

…one step at a time.

If only my tears could be like rain

And calm the flame.

There is a beautiful trench in the sand. Beautiful to me. It declares that men were here, strong ones, who came to help. The line they labored to create slowed down the creeping and saved a great deal. I may never know their names, but I am…grateful, that they do what they do. Everything, would be different, if they didn’t.

Days ago, I walked unbelieving, in this strange world that I struggled to recognize.

There was a coyote,

Alone and searching,

…like me.

For a time we both paused

…I could see my own question

Reflected in his quiet eyes…

What has happened to my home…

Each day I return,

I won’t stop being here

You must do the thing you think you cannot do. I smile a little at the words echoing in my mind. How many wonderful thoughts of others float within me granting me courage.

The more that I write, the more that I know – my hurting is one small stone from the mountain of hurting in the world right now – my hope is but a glimmer of the way we comfort one another in not knowing what is next.

I wander the woods, checking on little things to be sure they are ok and to help where I can.

A tree that arcs like a rainbow, is well and fine

Turtles rest content atop their logs

Ducks are ducking and diving happily as they are wont to do

Wildflowers are blooming

Trees are greening up more each day. In some places the sky can barely be seen now. The ways of spring approach quickly.

Bringing with them…new life

The wind whispers from over the water…how I love to close my eyes and feel it caress my cheek.

High above me is the raucous call of my rare jungle bird!

His song is as sweet to me as any I have ever heard, especially today. It means that his home survived.

He is busy as usual, at his work…and play….as usual. How comforting for anything right now to be…as usual…

There is so very much to be grateful for,

In every drop of rain and closed tight seed,

In every wing that flies and heart that beats,

Lives the promise of hope…

This land doesn’t belong to me, not the flora, the fauna, the earth, the air or the water.

Yet, I know without any doubt, that we are Each and All a part of the whole

To love and care for each other is the only way through. It is the hope we have and the hope we give gracefully away.

We are in this together, in this life full of questions

In the embers and the ashes, in the flowers and the rain

Even now, as I finish this from the swing, a bright red cardinal hops about nearby. It’s a cool misty morning and he cheers me with his non-hurried and non-worried search for breakfast. Peacefully at his task. Knowing that there is enough and that all shall be well…

May all be well with you and yours

always,

suzanne❤️

****

ellie894 March 15, 2020

a song so very whole…

 

Early I walked,

*

As the rain came bold

From a heavy sky

The drums, they thundered

Inviting me to dance along

Yes, I said

Without ever asking why…

*

Soft and steady

Stronger now

On and on they fell

My footsteps, and the rain…

Droplets gathered

On the tip ends of the trees

And not a word was written

Not one, not by me

*

But, they are waiting,

Closer than you think,

Can you hear them rolling in the thunder

Do you know them warming in your soul…

*

Slow yourself,

In a delicious kind of way

And, let the rain sing to you…

*

Let it take you in

Become a part of it

No longer a page,

Of broken notes

Instead,

….a song…so very whole…

It is enough to dampen your skin

But not your spirit,

Everything it touches

Echoes with a different tone

A harmony of melodies

Heretofore unknown

Discover yourself

…wandering,

no longer in the woods

but, through the very music itself

raindrops gently on the leaves

and the bark

and the pine straw floor…

here a piano

there a violin,

drums to the heavens

cellos to the depths

and yes…even upon

your soft wet skin…

the stage is simple…

the composer unseen…

and you the only audience

to this song of a lifetime

played within a dream…

Early I walked in the rain…

*

And so it is,

That I wrote

Nothing at all…

****

ellie894 March 8, 2020

smiling…

The sun is going down

The woods are oh so quiet

The pond lays like a mirror

The trees, all darkened silhouettes

No wind stirs and no bird sings

Only the coyotes begin to call..

…from somewhere far off

And high overhead

A sliver of moon…is smiling…

****

ellie894 February 29, 2020

Sitting at the lake at sunset. Listening to “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith

a lullaby for the cosmos…

I have been puttering at painting lately
In the evenings
Swirling things
Playful dreams
Just because.
I think I should try my hand, my brush,
At an elephant and a lotus blossom 
A morning is a funny thing,
Sort of where it begins
And how.
Why does this thought take hold
And not another.
I send a wish through sleepy eyes
Crawl out from the covers,
Sometimes begrudgingly
Usually with a note of what will come next
And, it does come next.
Those morning moments unfold
One beyond another..


Coffee, but not too much
A candle flame warms the darkness, but not too much
A zebra pen pauses over an empty savannah, but not for too long.
Lemonade and lotus blossoms..
I can’t quite stop thinking of them
Lotus blossoms and lemonade
They’re just there is all
In my wanderings, and they sound so lyrical together
Tart yellow citrus and a hearty flower
…the blossoming of enlightenment 
Mostly, I like the song they sing together 
But, I shall keep them close this day to see if they have another gift.
Everything becomes a piece of music to me
I’m not certain why
Nevertheless, I am grateful 
For the rock and the jazz, the country and the classical 
I love it all…



Today is Thorsday 
The day of Thor
Which sets me to conjuring a realm
Full of mythos and legend 
I cross the rainbow bridge
And climb into the world tree
I love that image
Of a world tree
With roots and branches reaching in every direction
So much farther than I could ever see
Home to an infinitude of life
Nearly unfathomable to me
Yet, I try to fathom it.
A gentle smile comes over me
As I imagine so many animals
From tiny to enormous 
Gentle giants and busy scurriers 
I suspect humans are the scurriers.
Have you ever watched an elephant
Listening to Beethoven
Played on a piano 
In wide open spaces..


How I would dearly love to spend my days in such a way as that
Making beautiful music for elephants 
How worthy…of time..
Imagine..zillions of elephants 
Living in the world tree
Swaying peacefully 
To the sounds of Moonlight Sonata 
The whole tree rocking with them
And, all the little ones 
Drifting to sleep
Under a midnight sun 
And a noontime moon
In the protective embrace 
Of the mighty world tree
…a lingering lullaby
For the whole cosmos…

suzanne
❤️
****
ellie894 January 30, 2020

I have decided!



I have decided,
To build The Wall.
It will keep Me in.
And, keep You out.
Yes!  It is a fine idea.
I have been counting the virtues of it,
..for quite a while.
Now, the time has come to build it, once and for all.
I have bricks and mortar piled up in the east.
Steel beams and girders are stacked in the west.
The plans are drawn out.
And, I shall begin this very day.
The Wall will be ginormous! 
It shall be taller than You can climb over, 
And, longer than I can walk around.
The Wall will change everything.
It will keep You out. 
And, keep Me in.
We will be safe and sound,
From each other.
There will be No more tea and cookies shared,
No more needless laughter,
No more such silly and dastardly things,
That get in the way,
Of being cynical and cranky.
There will be,
No more smiles to cheer Your day, 
Or hugs to remind Me that I am loved.
But, by golly We will have..The Wallllllllll
Standing between Us!
..that delightful wall..
Despicable….wall….
…..keeping me in..
.and you out………….
I wonder if I can return steel beams and piles of bricks..
I wonder if I can exchange them, 
For Flower seeds,
And sapling Trees,
To grow a Garden, 
Instead of a wall.
You see…
I have already begun to miss you so,
So…so…that dastardly wall,
It really must go.
I have decided!
I will not build it! 
Not now! 
Not ever! 
We will sow
We will plant
We will grow
Maples and pines
Sunflowers and roses
Lilies and lavender
Morning glories and moon flowers
And all manner of beautiful things…
Then,
We shall rest in the shade of the pines.
And…
There we will be..
You and me…
Over cookies and tea…
without any walls, 
And how very lovely that will be.

****
ellie894 January 20, 2020









Happy New Year!

My kindest thanks to Rory for the ‘New Year’s Tag’ prompt. If you’ve not met Rory please do go and have a visit.

Here is how to participate:

Share a link back to the person who tagged you.

Share a link to the person who created the tag-jesusluvsall.wordpress.com

Share a favorite New Year’s Memory

Answer the questions of the person who tagged you.

Tag whoever you want.

Use any picture that you like for New Years.

Memory –

This is more of a mysterious New Year‘s memory.On December 31, 2016 I went walking as I so often do and everything was as it should be. The very next morning, nice and early January 1, 2017 I saw something that caught my eye. It’s in the tree branches to Bo’s right. Look closely.

*** a wine glass was resting purposefully in the bare branches of a tree right at eye level. It brought to mind a dozen questions! I left it where I found it. Day after day I walked passed it for nearly a year. It became a part of things. Until one day someone came along and moved it. It surprised me how much I missed it being in the cedar tree.

An empty glass waiting to be filled with anything. Like a new year, empty and waiting to be filled with anything.It was that spring that I first started writing here on WordPress

To the questions –

If you could celebrate the New Year anywhere. where would it be?

sky and water…

…right here is good…

What is your favorite snack food for New Years?

although I like lots of different foods, like cheese and kettle chips and fruit and guacamole and salsa…really really I do. But, I just can’t resist the chance to say…Cookies! You didn’t see that coming did you… world’s most perfect food.

Bo, however, likes toast! He can hear a toaster pop in the next county over.He’s very well mannered though when he waits for his share…

Have you ever kept a New Year’s resolution? If so, what was it?

Well, this morning I opened my sock drawer and as I looked at the options it came to me clear as day…life is shortwear your best socks now. Don’t save them. You’re worth good socks, the kind that hug your feet.Unless you’re going to play in the mud with Dobby. Keep one pair of old socks on hand for messy doggy days.

So, I think I’ve just made a resolution. I’ll let you know next year how it all turns out.

I think I’ll ask Jack to teach me some new yoga poses too…stretch both the body and the soul..

What do you want to do with your blog this year?

Intrigue! Mystery! High Speed Adventure!

Perhaps I’ll tell you about my book idea. I already have a title. It will be called – The Dog Eats Half My Food. I can’t decide if it will be a memoir or a diet book. Probably, both. It will be riveting...and slimming…

And hopefully some quiet and thoughtful reflection…

Do you prefer a big party or a small gathering to celebrate? 

Small, definitely small. Get two sofas and have them face each other. Push them together until there isn’t any floor between them. Add fluffy pillows and blankets. Now then, you’ve built a sofa fort and you’re all set!

Who is next to answer the ‘same’ questions?

I invite anyone and everyone to wade right in and give it a go!

Thank you so kindly to all of you for being such a beautiful part of my days.I’m very grateful for You!

Suzanne ❤️

January 2, 2020

fire will never be water…

One cannot blame the water for doing what water does

Anymore than one can blame the fire
All things of this world are simply what they are
They come and they go
Seeking solace and balance,
Their own sweet place in this odd turn of events
That we call life
Letting go of all they are not meant to be
To be only what they are
Fire will never be water
Air will never be earth
And me…
I am a piece of them all
I am the wind that blows, thoughts drifting through my mind
I am the land, a dusty shell that walks the path only for a while
I am the fire, created in a moment of passion,
Seeking to feed the flame
I am the water, life giving and nourishing, 
Deeper than can be seen
I am all of these, and spirit as well
The breath that comes from somewhere
The knowing that comes from nowhere
And if one by one they each left me…
What would I be then
Would I be anything at all
Or would I vanish in a flash
Buried in the dust
Drowned by the water
Burned within the flame 
Carried unseen by the wind
To a new place 
Not even imagined yet…

****

ellie894 December 16, 2019

and the wind came…

**
Nearly a whole moon ago
I lazed beneath a crystal blue
And above a glittering shimmering
One reflected in the other
As it came to be the same with me
Memory waltzed with thought
In a seamless dance of spirit
Three quarter time
In tune with the breeze
And with me
Once
Twice
And three times again
A butterfly
Appeared to the right of me
A monarch surprise
Wherever he came from
I know not
Which doesn’t matter much anyway
It is only special
That he found me
At the heart of a special day
Once
Twice
And three times again
I was mesmerized 
So out of place he was
Suspended between blue and blue
With no field and no flowers
Anywhere in sight
Leading me gently to ask why
Once
And twice
And three times again
As the wheel of life does turn 
Upon itself
So did he
To me
His wings sang of sunset
A feast of a thousand peaches
Ripened in an evening sky
He did not float in still air
Nor, did he fly strong and purposely
He was a winged mystery 
Powerless
In the face of the invisible 
Not fighting against the unseen
Instead, he let himself just be
And the wind came
And carried him 
To all the places 
He could never have imagined 
For himself.
Then, ever so gracefully,
Once
Twice 
And three times again
He fluttered near
And carried me there too…

****
ellie894 November 4, 2019
there was a butterfly that day, a stunning peachy tangerine one. Out of place. Three times he came to me from nowhere, over the water, under the sky and out of the breeze.