Photo Challenge ~ Sunset September 30, 2011
Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Mindfulness, Nature, Poetry.comments closed
Late night reverie
Images swirling in black
Kaleidoscope dreams
Clouds swallowed the moon
As they swept through the night sky
Leaving naught behind
Feeling distracted
Restless nights filled with ideas
Writing soothes my soul
Evening Songs by pools
framed by palms and tall grasses
Wisteria blooms
Ca d’Zan cocktails?
I’d rather be rafting ‘neath
the sun’s farewell rays
Sunset reflections
Revealing the world anew
Brighter than before
Aah . . . that’s better!
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What’s The Use Of Worrying? September 30, 2011
Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, People, Poetry.comments closed
Worry: interest
paid on debts we may not owe.
Are you okay now?
Worry is a habit . . . an exhausting, energy draining habit.
To break the chain and turn a downward spiral of thought into a more uplifting way to spend time, focus on this moment.
If you’re okay right now . . . you’re okay.
Quote: We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same. ~ Carlos Castaneda
Aah . . . that’s better!
Roseate Spoonbill by Richard Stewart ~ available at Island Gallery West.
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It’s All Relative September 30, 2011
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Mindfulness, People, Poetry.comments closed
My niece, age five, was tired . . . that happens to children, you see
She lay on the floor, agitated, repeatedly kicking my knee
I asked her to stop her efforts, for the blows were quite annoying
But she continued the kicking ~ with my patience, she was toying
I repeated my request, “please stop, I don’t want a bruise on my knee”
But she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, listen and kept kicking repeatedly
Growing tired of the game, I lifted her bottom from the floor
Then I deftly, quickly, and gently swatted her posterior
Her face immediately crumpled . . . she got ready to let the tears fall
Then she realized my gentle pat hadn’t hurt her bottom at all
Her face broke into a grin as she smiled up from the floor
“Aunt Nancy, when mom spanks me, it hurts a whole lot more!”
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