my iphone translates “menopause” into “leopards”…
shouldn’t that be “cougar”…?
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My fellow blogger Ben Naga posted this last Sunday:
The elegance in the room
That no one notices normally
And is rarely spoken of
Remains when everyone departs
- an empty room awaiting its contents
It calls to mind for me the moment whenever I remember that I’m not “alone”, no matter how empty and alone a room might feel…
And how our Guidance patiently awaits us, no matter how far we stray…
blackberry…
honeysuckle…
the heady swoon of privet…
tumble down amidst the blossoms
…the deep cool stream of life…
drunken with the scent of bliss,
the surface laps irrelevant…
the deeper dive,
the will survives…
another spring bears fruit.
Heroic poses
No one ‘noses…
It’s a tumble-down, fumble-clown, mossy hill to roll…
Trice we might
Try as we might
As long as we laugh,
It’ll be okay.
dark and light
empty and full
blurry lines and crisp boundaries
holding all we know
blending all together
reaching out to touch one another
This sketch looks at common threads that run through our lives, throughout our lifetimes…
QUITE TINY BOXES
tiny little boxes
that we live in lifetime after lifetime
…insulated, separated…
karmically irradiated
sometimes it’s hard to see the connecting threads.
She holds a place for now… more to come soon…
jittery
flittery
all a-twittery
until the wink kicks in.
fluttery
cuttery
sometimes buttery
sometimes laced with gin (no, vodka)
leslee hare 