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Photo Challenge ~ Sunset September 30, 2011

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Mindfulness, Nature, Poetry.
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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.
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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.
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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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