long lemonade days…

I was awake for a long while in the night, traveling my thoughts…

When I finally fell into sleep I found myself nearly a part of the sky. I swayed with the motion of the air, a vast ocean waiting so very far below to catch me if I should tumble…and rock me amongst the cresting waves…

So it is that I am tired and a little lost in the cool woods this morning. They wrap around me gently, rather like a long hoped for embrace…a well worn path, the sandy spots full of ant lion funnels, and the alcove where the creek begins to form the lake from a spring that truly never ends…

It took me three rounds before Jack and Bo would settle enough to sit and wonder at lakeside. It is cooler than it should be for the first of August in Texas! I will just be grateful. Very grateful… There are at least two more months of heat ahead.

I am ever so sad when the words don’t come…when they float just out of reach so that I cannot quite gather them…or they hide altogether, crushed under last year’s leaves.

The birds are not singing. Perhaps they are as parched and quiet as I am. The flowers have disappeared as the dry days follow one upon another. August has arrived to simmer and stew all once more, in the laziness of iced tea and long lemonade days spent in the shady rhythm of a back porch swing.

I lift my eyes to the shelter of the pines and beyond them to the blue that begs to be explored. Softness cradles my heart. I love the way morning sun catches in a spider’s web making it glisten with the magic of a day yet to be lived and a night left behind in shadow.

Later it may all give way to a whispered breeze that breaks the silence of a hot afternoon. The ice gladly melts, leaving trails of abandoned moisture to race upon the clear cold glass.

And so, my thoughts turn to tales as they so often do…there is something special about August reading though…to abandon oneself to a story well told, captivating in every detail. When the cicadas hum and buzz in sleepy cadence and the birds cannot bring themselves to share… I want to listen… I want to still my heart and soul… I want to read…to get lost in reading…

I revel in precious books I’ve held a thousand times! Their worded treasure has become a part of me. And yet, the adventure of the new beckons me forth to the cliff’s edge…let go of the jagged rocks he calls! Take to the sky she echoes… take to the sky… and discover your wings…

And, what of love you ask…where does it reside in the dog days of summer…where it will I suppose…as love always finds a way…just as the light catches in the simplest of places to give the promise of something more…so too does love…to sweeten the lemonade and frost the glass…and just when you think you can’t take another sweltering moment…

the breeze stirs from across the water and within your heart…sending ripples of hope right through to the edges of you…where day dawns and night falls and you sail into the horizon of your sweetest dreams…come true…

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ellie894 August 1, 2018

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Miss Ellie Wishes ….

We are on morning walk just now…

My very own Royal We 🙂

There are six of Us.

Five nosey noses.

Five eager tails.

Ten floppy ears.

Twenty! Count them Twenty muddy exploring paws!

And…me…

The air is more gentle than it has been in weeks, a gift to be certain.

The light is stunning and graceful falling through the trees.

My finned friends circle and churn the once still water below the pier.

I wonder if they remember me, anticipating the morning offering I bring each day.

I have no idea what this day will bring, to my doorstep or to my heart…

But, for now, in this one moment there is a sweet hope…

That all shall be well…

Miss Ellie wishes each of you a brilliant day!

suzanne❤️

no matter where you are…

Love towers over happiness I think

Granting us peace…

And, we are called to believe in it…

A pure gentleness that we cannot always see with our eyes

But must trust with our heart

Even when it is not carved in marble and permanent before us like Michelangelo’s David.

If you are next to me and I close my eyes…you disappear from my sight.

Love tells me that you are still with me in the deepest ways,

Whether you are my child, my parent, my friend or my love.

No matter where you are…

You, are in my heart.

I could be very wrong… but,

This earthly life seems so very short and odd in the great scheme of love and eternity.

We must simply do the best we can with the One moment that is in front of us.

When the next one comes…then, we will face it.

Sometimes, it takes time to know what something will be.

We don’t like to wait.

We want our quarter for the ice cream truck right this second,

Running to the street begging him to stop and let us have the creamy cold delight.

We run after him because we fear that we will never see him again.

We cannot spend our lives running in fear of not having,

Anymore than we can spend them eating nothing but ice cream…

That, would leave us with a brain freeze

“Ain’t nobody got time for that!” giggles…

Far better to trust…

That you have a quarter in your pocket…

That he will stop for you…

That there is plenty of ice cream…

And, it shall be quite…

lovely…

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ellie894 July 2018

April!

There is a quiet little girl named for the spring

Her hugs are as soft as any lamb

When I first met her she had no voice

No earthly way to sing

The device was taped snugly at her throat

She sat quietly in the back of the room with a sleepy look in her eye

I haven’t any idea of what happened to her or why

Week after week she watched intently

Following me with her fingers dancing in the air

Then came a day when the trach was gone

A bandaid took its place

Healing, I thought gently, a sweet moment of grace

Next even that had disappeared and with it, tender skin replaced!

A different shade from all the rest to signify that it was so very new

Such a smile it brought and later tears when with my silly reading I was through

And now…

This week she sat crisscrossed up front

She rhymed and giggled right out loud

She even exclaimed for unicorns!

With our steamy teapot she took a hearty bow

And sing? Oh my, how she sings!

As bright as the sun

As swift as the cloud

Her voice is no longer hers alone

But a lovely gift she shares

In fact,

She has so very much to say

She nearly got in trouble

Nearly…

But not quite on this treasured perfect day…

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ellie894 June 2018

somehow…

Some days,

life is not at all what I thought it would be

Some days,

it is so very much more than I could ever have imagined

All my quiet heart can do

Is to take this one day

That lays sweetly before me

And gently cover it with love

Hoping…

That somehow

It will be a touch more beautiful

For someone

Somewhere…

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ellie894 June 2018

www.true…

As we set out upon our way the very air is charged with excitement!

The scenery is fresh and new despite a hundred walks before…

A dozen scents distract my lelephants…giving me the chance…for once…to arrive at water’s edge…alone…

What should I find?!

Miss turtle well upon the shore. How she must have trudged through muck and weeds to score.

Even now, paws thunder quickly towards us! No time to lose…must act fast…

I gather her up, my hands on either side, whereupon she disappears into her always home. Hurry now, they’re coming!

I carry her before me out along the pier. Kneeling, I set her softly on the water. Promptly she emerges from the safety of her shell, frightened…and swims away…

I imagine a breathless, thank you, popping from the bubble she leaves behind…

All at once, Monsieur le Jacques and Dear Dobby do Right, fly out to greet me! Halting at my side in consternation…

Whatever have you been up to without our trusty selves?

Well, if you must know…I have quite recently saved Miss Greta…from your own brand of torment disguised as playfulness…

Who us? – they query wide eyed with disbelief.

Yes, from you my loves – I reply with a giggle.

Suddenly…

The wild whispering wind…www.true…stirs from the West…one moment, one life, one love…

Welcome it blows against my cheek dropping wisps of hair so I cannot see…

As I put them gently back in place…I look around to find…all are gone once again…safe in the depths…off on adventure…

and I am adrift in the loving caress of the breeze…

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ellie894 May 2018

who…

This morning is still…so still that it invades me…heartbeat slows…breath deepens. And, for a moment I believe with all my soul that whatever will be…can be….

The only sound…an owl cutting through the darkness…resonant and pure…

Who, he asks

Who…

Stately and noble I imagine him to be…commanding of his chosen perch and even of the night itself…

The moon is so far away from full that darkness shrouds the world in pitch…making his call more poignant with every moment…

Who are you…who were you once upon a time…who will you be when given the chance…one day…

Who does he ask…who will listen…anyone…or only me…

Who do you sing to across the unknown…who do you dance with upon the deep…

Who whispers tenderly when no one hears…who blows kisses when no one sees…

Who cares for you when all other eyes are sleeping…who do you dream of in your night’s repose…

Who do you silently suppose…

Who makes a difference in who you are…whether near or far…who, my love…

Who, he queries endlessly…flying me high on his wondering wings…

Day approaches and his notes suddenly become as silent as he is invisible to me…

Deeper into the trees he makes his way…once again he waits in solitude for the starry night to return in soft embrace…leaving me to face the light on my own…

With nothing but the echo of his solitary question thundering through my slowly beating heart…

who…

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ellie894 May 2018

where are they now…

I wonder…at all the lines filled with all the words that have found a home here within this virtual world…of all the wounds of all the souls shared within this place without walls…of all the love strong and true that rejoices or aches in the rhyme of you…and of all the fragile thoughts that didn’t quite make it…of all the ones that were cut and tossed…where are they now…and what will they do…just imagine…how very lovely they must be too…

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ellie894 May 2018

I search your horizon…

I search your horizon

For where to begin

Meadow to forest to sky

My thoughts are no longer

Mine alone…

And I no longer ask why

They are tied and tangled with you

I am quite helpless

And breathless

Not certain what I can do…

Only write them

One lovely word at a time

Working slowly

At the knot

Unable to see

Where I leave off

Where you pick up

Is this word for you

Or from me

How often my heart

Bends to the breeze

A whisper of silken thread

Woven amidst

your satin sky

A pillow to adorn

Our dreamy bed

I write and write

With gentle hand

As the clock ticks away

Across timeless land

First my word

Then yours

There’s never any use

As the sun crashes

Into the ocean of night

We are still tangled

You and me

My heart gives a tender sigh

After all…

It’s the way true love

Is meant to be…

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ellie894 April 2018