Kingston Sun January 17, 2017
Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.14 comments
I woke up
The tendrils of a dream followed me
With a sound resounding in memory
I listened to the night
All quiet . . . all calm
Save the clock’s constant tick tock
Nothing to disturb my slumber
I turned over
Plumped my pillow
And began my return to Nod
Endeavor interrupted, I surfaced again
To the sound heard first in a dream
My phone’s ring tone – Kingston Sun
This time
The sound resounded
In real time
I got up and fished for my phone in the dark
One “Missed Call” . . .
Just one.
Shakespeare In The Park May 15, 2016
Posted by nrhatch in Music & Dance, Nature, Poetry, Travel & Leisure.22 comments
On a day that threatened rain, we headed to Bay Preserve in Osprey for an Asolo Repertory Theatre performance of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night . . . with a modern twist.
The setting for this “in the park” production balanced well with the play’s set design of a summer camp.
The cast worked magic with Shakespeare’s timeless comedy of unrequited love, pride, pranks, and self-discovery.
And the rain held off until after the play and reception ended.
“If music be the food of love, play on.”
Aah . . . that’s better!
What’s your favorite Shakespeare play?
A Love Like That May 3, 2016
Posted by nrhatch in Gratitude, Happiness, Nature, Poetry.29 comments
“And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me.”
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”
― Hāfez
Aah . . . that’s brilliant!
Beneath The Breeze November 17, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Music & Dance, Nature, Poetry.45 comments
One night, I saw beneath the breeze
Beyond the leaves
To an ocean of shimmering cells within
Another world revealed
Nothing stagnant
Everything vibrant and alive
Awake and aware
Dancing to the beat of the Eternal Now
Aah . . . that’s better!
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
~ Lao Tzu
Late For A Date With Fate June 30, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Magick & Mystery, Poetry.30 comments
We hear rumblings and rumors
A madman gunning for a village
We can save them
By sounding the alarm
We race
Quickening our pace
We can’t be late
For our date with fate
In the dark woods
We stumble upon a babe
Lost and alone
Defensiveless
Do we stop and render aid
knowing the entire village will die
If we don’t sound the alarm?
Or do we race
Quickening our pace
Refusing to be late
For our date with fate?
Do we ever know the full impact
of choices we make
Or are we consigned to stumbling
Amid the rumblings
Of a future we can’t quite see . . .
As the petals unfold and open
One by one by one
Aah . . . that’s better!
The Nature of Relationships March 24, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Life Balance, Mindfulness, Poetry.57 comments
Relationships are governed by societal and religious expectations and conditioning. As a result, human relationships vary from culture to culture.
Despite the global nature of the internet, we are not having a universal experience.
The norm in one corner of the globe does not translate across all borders and boundaries.
For that reason, I don’t really care what people in general think. I care about what the people I care about think.
It’s less confusing.
Instead of expending untold energy trying to figure out how to get inside someone else’s head, perhaps we should get to know who we are.
Look deep . . . the answers lie within.
Aah . . . that’s better!
Great minds may not think alike . . . but most great minds like a think.
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The Cat February 3, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Animals, Humor, Poetry.38 comments
Cat preened and pranced
and purred and pleaded
As each new desire arose
It deigned to flatter
“Dear owners . . .
What have you done for me lately?”
Itch scratched
Self-content evident
Cat padded away on soft paws
To preen itself
and do its own thing
Heeding no one
Appetite satiated
Cat admired its elegant image
with narcissistic intensity
And plotted its next plea
Aah . . . that’s better!
No Reply January 5, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, Nature, Poetry, Spirit & Ego.44 comments
Silent stars twinkle
in the ebony night sky
Ancient muted light
radiates to greet the eye
The eternal now
echoes ~ I ask, “Why am I?”
I listen . . .
No reply
Too Soon To Mourn January 3, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Health & Wellness, People, Poetry.22 comments
They’re already gone
In so many ways that matter
It’s too soon to mourn
They’re still on life’s stage
We sit in the audience
Watching the curtain fall
How much will be left
When nothing is left at all
Of the way they were?
* * *
A hint:
Aah . . . that’s better!
Happy Holidaze! November 28, 2014
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Less IS More, Poetry.34 comments
How Santa spends Black Friday
The call of the mall
lures us to traffic jams. Cheer
fades as tempers flare.
Red ribbons flying.
Sales set records. Merchants grin
at crowded check-outs.
Street corner Santas
ring bells & flash Grinchy smiles.
Shoppers hurry home.
Boxes stacked, bags stashed.
“Bargain loot” labeled and tagged.
Happy Holidaze!
Aah . . . that’s better!
Mark Downs . . . and Mark Ups:
A few days ago, I looked at an on-line product selling for $6.29. To get free shipping, I needed to place a $50 order.
I opted to wait.
The next day, the store advertised 30% off EVERYTHING and free shipping with a $30 order. I went back to the item that had been selling for $6.29.
It’s new price? $8.99 . . . or $6.29 after the 30% discount!
I opted to unsubscribe from that store’s marketing manipulation.
