Hot Totties for Joe…

It was a long time ago I went to a land far and away. 

Got off the plane, here I wanted to stay.

Driving in the car wrong side and all; yet I drove like a pro it was not I who hit that wall.

It was peace in my heart no troubles in my head; every day a new adventure every night a new bed.

A poets tower, a wonderful bay, the hills full of sheep and men making hay.

A town full of family a short visit at that; had to drive to the big city to get our money back.

Found a place for the night some reason didn’t feel right, but a hot shower with pressure was a pleasant delight.

Vegetarians platter was all I could eat for a saw was needed to cut that leather they called meat.

It was an Inch, it was a Strand, its beauty was grand, this place feels like home my heart left to roam.

Off to the place full of drink did help us mingle, a lovely little dolphin in a place called Dingle.

Up through the mountains, over cliffs to the sea, the trips end is coming how can this be?

Back where we started, oh the places we did go, a doll calling out a name, hot totties for Joe.

How I would miss this place, can’t explain why, sitting in the airport, beginning to cry.

It was a long time ago I went to a land far and away, I found my favorite flower on a bright sunny day.

I Leave You With Still Beauty Tonight…

I have not posted in a little while; I have been shooting and working in Photoshop honing my skills, but in the last two weeks I have been pretty much brain fried.

You see we are short handed at work; I don’t mean down by one or two people short handed no, I am talking an entire team…ok well maybe not an entire team but after today there is one lone member left on one of the two teams that make up our department so yeah, almost an entire team. By the time I get home creative is gone, eyeballs’ are burning in sockets and brain is as I already said fried, fried, fried.

Its one thing to be “on” but when you’re “on, on” it’s mentally draining.

This picture makes me want to be in a peaceful place. I have been thinking more and more about the shore, the ocean, a beach but I have no shots to convey that image I have been conjuring up. I looked at this and it made me feel still.

I leave you with still beauty tonight.

Stand Tall…

Sway in the wind and roll with the punches

Stand tall in your confidence

Tattered and torn with battle scars to show

Stand tall in your beauty

Strike you down with words they will

Stand tall in your pride

Pull you down as you run up hill

Stand tall in your determination

Imperfections make us who we are…

 

We are not all perfect

Imperfections make us who we are

In all ways

Ways we learn

Ways we grow

Ways we stumble and fall

Ways we pick ourselves up

Ways we see with our heart, not limited by our eyes

Imperfections bring us place

Where we put ourselves and place others

Imperfections will teach us

Teach us to be humble in the face of great faults

Imperfections bring us to the end of day and face us with ourselves

Imperfections bring us beauty to what life is…

The Sprouts are coming, the sprouts are coming…

They are sprouting, little green stem and leaves coming up through the mulch.

I just planted them last weekend and here we are one week later with growth.

It looks like every little Bachelors buttons has sprung up from its seed; these are going to hopefully provide the background for my Hens~n ~Chicks in a big decorative pot.

The sunflowers are growing with such fervor that they still have part of the sunflower seed shell on their little leaves.

Last year we had the mutant sunflower tree.  My goal this year is to get that same tree like growth. Except this year I planted a ton of them; I expect to see sunflower fireworks out there this year. 

There is a third type of a sunflower that was given to me by a friend called Teddy Bear Sunflower, I can’t wait to see those come bloom time.  

So far all the rain from last year, the cold winter we had and more rain this spring has brought us out of a drought down here has paid off; I mean besides filling the lake back up which was a big deal.   

Everything is growing like crazy and producing flowers.

The Hens ~n~ Chicks are multiplying like crazy, the lilacs came to life this spring, the hydrangea has survived, and my fuchsia are actually growing through the mulch they were buried under; let’s hope they produce some flowers.

I hope I can keep this green thumb luck up for a long time because Tim’s mom is coming this summer and I want her to see a nice looking yard; she has a serious green thumb no, wait, she has  a kick ass green thumb.

BUT I am afraid if it goes how I planted we might have a crazy sunflower yard.

To my mom…

 

Because I don’t have a recording of my mom doing this song this is the closest version of this song that sounds just like my mom, and yes she sounds that good.  I always cry hearing this song; it makes me miss my mom.

I was the fourth and final to add to your three, the day you gave birth to me

You gave me life

You gave us song

The job you performed can surpass none other

Our heads you gave cover

 Our bellies you filled

Our hearts you instilled

The ways of loving, caring; unknowingly how to be fearless

I am of you, I am like you and yet you taught me to be my own

You let each of us go and we always come back

Ma, Mom, Ma I am far away,  today I miss you

Survive

The survivor, struggling, fights while the strong have staked their claim.

Shows grace, style and strength; producing in the same vein of excellence not backing down.

The strong survives but the survivor perseveres and stays the course.

The survivor knows the way.

In Dreams Message Received…

In dreams we see things different then in life, mystical, eartherial, sometimes chaotic, people who are not themselves but you know they are someone else, ya follow?

 But what do our dreams mean?

Do we give them value? Take them seriously? Do we dismiss them by providing a simple explanation? It was that pickle and chocolate you ate before going to bed; no I did not eat those two items before bed last night.

Sometimes we have overwhelming dreams in times of stress or when we feel out of control, dreaming of symbolic things that hunt us down in what is suppose to be a peaceful time of slumber.

I use to have a reoccurring dream. Standing on a beach a huge wave was approaching I could tell by its size I couldn’t out run it, this thing was going to cover the beach. Not just partially and get the people camped out closest to the shoreline with their chairs all wet but it was headed all the way up to the top where the snack bar was; I always woke up right as the wave was cresting and about to slam down. After my dad passed away the dream started again but this time I didn’t care; at the time I didn’t care about much of anything. In my dream I faced the wave and jumped under it; just like when you are riding waves trying to find that perfect one diving under the crappy stuff. I came up on the other side it was still like a lake, no waves, calm. I have never had that dream again. I came out of my funk; I faced that overwhelming feeling inside.

Last night I dreamt of a friend, the dream made me worry. I couldn’t get my friend out off my mind, was the universe sending me a message?

I believe it did, trust your instinct.