(I wrote this, 10 Aug 2011, thinking of remembered days gone by and yet to come, where the DREAMS and hope of youth were full of sinew and vigor, enough to withstand the frailty of today, if I hold THEM close.)
*** WHERE DREAMERS WALK ***
In the dark mist of night, my DREAMS are alive,
where sweet Promises of Love and Romance thrive.
As a welcome visitor, I walk pathways of lore,
where once Life's Promises held treasures galore.
In the light of day, my DREAMS survive,
where day's bitter struggles threaten, yet revive.
As Tomorrow draws near, I hold dear to my heart,
where once wistful reflections, delayed my start.
In the nostalgia of days bygone, my DREAMS mourn,
where hope's bounty deep, so spent on morn'.
As ever faith in Future's turn, I yearn for that missed,
where museful pondering, render potential's remiss.
[dht-2011]
[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
JUST DAY DREAMING
The skyline is a Mocking reflection
of my Day Dreamer's Passage.
My thoughts wander
chasing butterflies
in the Garden of my mind.
Graceful waves of ferns
emote a welcome greeting
on my Sojourn.
Glimmers of blue and green
sparkle at the edges of my Dream
off the cool waters
catching the sunlight.
My Day Dreamer's thoughts
feather to nothing,
burdens of the day,
easing the Signs of worry
from my brow.
A brilliant smile lit from within,
hints of the whimsical fancies
that dance to a tune
only this Day Dreamer hears.
Mysterious thoughts
challenge and inspire
and excite my Day Dreamer's Nature.
Lack of coherent order
releases the Bonds
that shroud the Boundary
of my senses.
Reflections of a secret romantic,
flicker as patterns of mist and fog,
smoke and shadow,
sun and moonbeams,
and fall across
my Day Dreamer's imaginary Landscape.
Warmth, laughter, and LOVE --
all welcome ingredients
for Today's Illusions
and Tomorrows Hopes.
And, the polly wogs in the Pond
all turn into Princes,
as the Day Dreamer's interludes
slip by-the-by.
The drab sparrow drops its cloak,
revealing beneath its brightly feathered finery
in a Peacock's plumage;
But, Beware
the hidden heart of a Hawk!
A profusion of flowers
array in drooping sleepy splendor
along the Day Dreamer's Path.
Candle flames dance merrily
into the evensong of the Sunset.
Flickers of moonlight
beckon the Day Dreamer
to witness its play
on the garden Steps.
Overhead the stars in the night lit heavens,
shine as celestial beacons,
softly guiding this Nocturnal Traveler.
Whispers of a soft summer evening
drift on a gentle breeze,
ruffling the rhythms of my Flight.
Such are the Meanderings of my mind.
I am – A DAY DREAMING TRAVELER!
[~dht-2011]
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(Just being and writing on 11 Jul 2011, for some days are just easy and made for lazy-ing around and JUST DAY DREAMING about your Life, Yesterday, Today, and pondering Tomorrow! My life is a river that flows, I know not where, With eddies for reflecting, and swift currents gone too quick, Past the 'Shores' of my life. Yesterday's youthful dreams, Today's hopeful goals, Float on the water without anchor, Toward Tomorrow's Destiny.) [~dht-2011]
[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]
Saturday, January 15, 2011
THE PLEASURE - THE ROMANCE
A Family Tale—A
living history
After
we have "heard" a FAMILY TALE or STORY, it then becomes our
responsibility to pass the story along to FAMILY and FRIENDS and our CHILDREN;
for now we become the STORY TELLER, and have the sacred honor and privilege of
passing it on to FRIENDS, FAMILY, and CHILDREN.
In
this way, the STORY continues; for you see, a FAMILY TALE or STORY is only
"alive" during the telling, listening, and sharing.
If
it isn't being told, the STORY dies, FAMILY LORE is lost, and the richness of
our lineage is diminished.
The
death of a FAMILY STORY is something we must never let happen, for they
are our sacred heritage entrusted to our care.
These
STORIES are good, remember them, for they help to explain some of the mysteries
that we find around us, some things that happen in NATURE, in the FAMILY, in
FRIENDSHIPS, and in RELIGIOUS BELIEFS.
Family Short Story
In the early 1950s, when I was in Second Grade, I lived for a time with my Maternal Grandparents on the tenant farm they worked and managed in the Township of Pond, which is located near Delano and is in the Central part of California. It was a flat farming area for miles around with one gasoline station, one store, one elementary school, and one "STOP" sign. (Use GOOGLE to view this area from your computer and get an aerial perspective.)
It was during this slice of my life that I learned some of the greatest lessons that would stand me throughout my journey on our heavenly earth! I have SO MANY memories of just "ordinary" daily living. Getting up early. Making my bed. Dressing for a day of play, school, or church. Playing in the farmyard. Watering the "truck garden" and outdoor plants. Feeding the chickens, pigs, horses, cows, and pets. Checking the mousetraps. Sweeping the floor (we had NO vacuum cleaner). Preparing a meal. Doing dishes. Clothing wash day. "Ironing" clothes, table clothes, pillowcases, Grandpa's handkerchiefs and Gram's aprons. Playing with my doll. Cutting out paper dolls from McCall magazines. Splashing in the farm pond. Listening to radio soap operas and programs as The Long Ranger, Dick Tracy, Burns and Allen, Bob Hope, Milton Berle, and more. Celebrating birthdays and other special days as Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. These were the special days of my life that I remember today so fondly full of simple pleasures and the romance of discovery.
It
seems sometimes the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures and romance of
daily living can be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed. And, so much is missed in a hurried life, so
that you can find yourself too busy to really enjoy the moment!
When
my life gets too busy or my thoughts crowded, these simple pleasures are the first things I miss. So an intimate awareness helps me slow down
and "Stop and smell the roses".
Greeting the sunrise. Celebrating
a sunset. Walking. Gardening.
Painting. Writing. Listening to music. Tuning into the rhythms of nature's symphony. Connecting with dear ones. This is living. Slowing my pace allows me to savor the things
that matter and feel fully present and real, just as I felt all those year ago
living with my BELOVED Grandparents on the farm.
These
are the simple pleasures of my life,
the memories that stand out, the thoughts and actions that make my life feel
very rich.
Sometimes
the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures
and romance of daily living can be
right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.
Some are so small that they could lie unnoticed right at your feet if
your mind and body are racing and if you delay taking time to "Stop and
Smell the Roses".
Closing Thoughts
Here you have a Short Family Story of my BELOVED Maternal
Grandparents. This story began
before they were born and continues
after their passing, with their descendants and the many lives and
hearts that they "touched".
However,
this is not the beginning for
there are other family members that traveled this path before, and this is not the end for new generations are
yet to come.
This
is just a short story for those family members that are interested in OUR
FAMILY STORY and HISTORY.
I
feel very honored to be a part of this FAMILY TREE.
I
love being a part of the history of this land.
I
love that my family were here before me ... and will be here after me.
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QUOTES
"At
night I went out into the dark and saw a glimmering star and heard a frog, and
NATURE seemed to say, Well, do not these suffice?" [Ralph Waldo Emerson]
"Stop and take the time to
smell the roses,
Stop and take the time to fill your noses,
Stop as you stroll through life, ("pitter patter, pitter patter")
Stop and take the time to talk it over with your wife."
Stop and take the time to fill your noses,
Stop as you stroll through life, ("pitter patter, pitter patter")
Stop and take the time to talk it over with your wife."
"Well, I was walking down the
street the other day,
You know, and I said to myself, what's all this hurry,
What's all this hustle and bustle.
Why don't I just stop, look at the pretty roses,
Smell them for one moment, take the time to see,
Take the time to smell, have a good time in life.
Don't let ev''rything pass you by, you're only here once
And I've been here longer than most of you."
You know, and I said to myself, what's all this hurry,
What's all this hustle and bustle.
Why don't I just stop, look at the pretty roses,
Smell them for one moment, take the time to see,
Take the time to smell, have a good time in life.
Don't let ev''rything pass you by, you're only here once
And I've been here longer than most of you."
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