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❤️

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ellie894 January 30, 2020

all at once I know…

I cannot yet say that there’s a welcome chill in the air

…but it is finally September…

Could you hear the sigh in me

As I wrote it out full…

September…

Last night a deer felt at home in the field

This morning,

A hawk graces the sky above me

My creek saunters on

As lyrically as always

To wherever it goes

But to my gaze it all seems the tiniest bit different

Far more exquisite than mere words

Can tell

It shimmers from the inside

As though by a faery’s whispered spell

I take a step

And another

…and another still

Gentle ones made carefully

So as not to disturb the tender things

That call the ground home

While I search the pine straw for a feather

…there isn’t one to be found

Perhaps there will be when I return

In time for the sun to wish me goodnight

Oh, eventime…

Will the colors be brilliant in their last hurrah

Or faded and comforting

Like my favorite soft jeans

We’ll see

But I don’t want to miss this moment

In anticipation of that one

And so back to now,

Woodpeckers knocking behind me

And turtles preparing to laze themselves long

Hour after hour

Upon the finest fallen log

I wonder at what they will see

While I am away this day

I breathe deeply in

The sweet air of a new dawn

After all it is September…

Some days there is a peace that comes

That nearly overwhelms me,

As silent as a single feather drifting

As mighty as the golden setting sun

All at once my heart knows

Beyond all knowing

That this…

…this is what love feels like…

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ellie894 September 4, 2019

I could play with these thoughts a while longer and make them just so. I wonder if I’ve made a mistake somewhere that I’ll discover only after I share. So please forgive any missteps. I want only to give them away before this day gets away from me. They’re yours now and my hope is that you’ll find something lovely in them of your very own to keep. May you all find joy and kindness in the days ahead. ❤️

if only

Early morning and dark, a hushed reverence fills the air.  The pitter patter of paws follows me down the hall and to the kitchen.  Start the coffee.  Put on my long soft sweater and head outside.  

Stars shining bright and a few frogs still sing.  It’s too early yet for the birds.  Their time will come.  Jack has joined me on the back porch.  He likes the early morning as much as I do.  Or maybe he just likes to be close to me whenever and wherever that may be.  Jack doesn’t show up well in the dark but I know he’s there.  He nudges my hand and leans his whole self against me in his own special way.  

I’m grateful he’s near.  I am as sure of him as I am of the coffee waiting for me.  The strong aroma drifts through the crack in the door I’ve left open.  Soon the scent nudges me as certainly as Jack does.  Ready, it calls to me… I answer with a few footsteps easily made.  I’m grateful for those too.

Pull the cup from the shelf.  A dash of cream to soften the color.  A tad bit of sugar to sweeten the taste.  I caress the warmth coming from the porcelain with both of my hands.  

Back to the porch we all go – me and my coffee and my juice box named jack.  Oh, how that first sip delights!  While I gaze at the stars, I’m still fresh from the dreams that aren’t really ours.  Where do they come from? Where do they go?  Strong places and colors…my own picture show.  I watch it and feel it and live it as well!  Or, so it seems…

My foot falls asleep under Jack’s sturdy frame.  Another sip of fine coffee, my writing can wait.  He’s sleeping so sweetly.  I can’t bear to move.  And, my dream rings inside me like notes with a tune…

Such a storm! So much raging! Darkest gray and sheets of  silverish rain, blowing sideways flooding the stage.  The wooden pier that stands guard over the lake disappears under the onslaught. The man made path of sawn timbers giving way to a force greater than themselves.  But, the grass is just dandy! If anything, it only comes greener as the angry sky falls.

I watch from inside transfixed on the spot.  I am safe and quite sound.  Without shoes on my feet, my toes feel the ground.  Others around me but nary a sound. There’s a roof overhead.  I sense it above me.  I know that it’s there, keeping me in.   It protects from the rain,  far away from my skin.

It’s an odd thing…no windows to let the outside in…no walls to keep the outside out…no doors to be closed… Only ways to move through.  Easily about. There is a knowing.  The spaces, they mingle.  Ever so gently, they are not separate but rather one single.

Candlelight flickers bathing all that it touches with a graceful warm glow.  How it gathers and holds altogether, I don’t know.  It plays and it dances so joyfully on the creamy walls and dark wooden furniture.  Tables and chairs and doorways were all crafted from a reddish wood warmed over time by much use and great care.  Items carefully chosen that fill a home…

For,  home it is…warm and safe…a soft place in which to feel the storm gather round.  The sky above rumbles in response to the chaos it cannot control.  

But here, here is a safe place for one who seeks calm…just a heartbeat away.  At once looking outward and wondering inward.  

A tender gaze moves with me from room to room.  A strength of presence, I feel more than See.  It needs nothing it seems.  Asks nothing of me.  Waiting and peaceful in cozy small spaces.  Content…just to be close, close in my dreams.  Soul to soul, together and whole.

Why… why is there invisible grace…keeping roof on…keeping rain out…safe harbor for warmth…what I See and Think and Feel, so very different but each so very real.  

How comforted I feel! How warm and alive!  Protected and cared for…a light from inside…

In the wide awake world there are too many…too many doors and windows and walls…keeping me safe…yet holding life out…
It’s lovely to be in a place that doesn’t need them…if only for a moment…if only in a dream…

Morning whispers

 this day…

humble beginnings quiet and calm… 

 

 

mystery and treasure hidden in sight…

 

 

swirling and twirling high with delight…

 

 

 whether sorrow or song it will linger awhile and soon drift on…

 

 

 

 questions unanswered… tender mercies i pray… 

 

 

small well placed moments of  brightness and strength…

 

 

wisdom to see…  hope to move on…

 

 

a house woven lightly.  a place to belong…

 

 

 

as the door to this day opens gently, i wonder of all of the joy deep within.  this day.  this one day before me.  i open my heart to all that is.  laughter and sorrow.  hope and despair.  whatever it offers may i face it with grace…