Hold onto this now as if yesterday was just a dream and tomorrow, a construct, built by the quality of this embrace.
The medium of the art of living is a spectacular substance depending fully on your artful hand and heart to realize its most sacred space
Pink is the color of her cheeks and nose.
Smeared with cotton candy snuck
by a toddler in slapdash thieves clothes
A bat man cape, dark footie pajamas and a mask on our poor puppy no less
I heard the crinkling plastic just shy of her escape
I traced her sticky handprints from the kitchen to the dining room drapes
The giggling curtain conjured memories of that wizard in oz
The mess was more like the HBO series in the prison of the same name
The window treatment came down in a whirl of pink pawed and thunderous applause
Revealing a sweet face and a shrill voice exclaimed “isn’t this a lovely game!!??!!”
whatever I’ve done
whatever I may do
I will always come back to what’s true
and when the battle within me is won
I will return and make it up to you
even though it seems that my heart forgets the song I must remember that it is always humming with the love in the air and on the lips of those with whom I speak and in the eyes of those that pass. Even though it seems that my ears can not hear it, the song is always playing, it is the tree that mistakenly believes it is alone, not making a sound as it falls. We hear you sweet tree, your crash landing reverberates so bitter-sweetly creating many beautiful, multifaceted stories witnessed and experienced by all. The journey to rock bottom is not necessary to the song but helps those of us lost to find it. The only definite in the music is the destination, a pure singular tone that washes away all of the tiny details of up down tree and rock. A tone that returns us to each other and boils it all down to perfection. close your eyes and allow yourself to embrace the anchor of you to all, the song to which we may not always remember but can never really forget Ommmmmmm………
My Sweet Home
excuse my ebb on this dandy day
this Georgian air has taken my breath away
those mountains filling my eyes so lovely
the Sweetwater is especially sweet
the summer sounds, so heavenly
the fresh picked peaches make the most of this treat
I crack my pecans and savor the summer,
sip sweet tea and reminisce on the seasons
It was quite a winter, mild and filled with wonder
a perfect autumn for so many reasons
the colors were especially pleasant
the crisp air, brisk
that sweet Georgia spirit is positively transcendent!
Like the dandelions and showers of spring
our smiles come so quick
accompanied by hey y’all and how are things?
That baby bear air is just the trick
to chase away the blues and make our hearts sing
then comes the heat and who could forget the humidity
it’s a special gift if you allow yourself to receive it
It brings you inside revealing a true treasure brilliantly
The wealth of Georgia is really the people it befits
A beautiful diverse sort full of love and laughter
robust spirits brimming with ingenuity
helping hands and goodwill to the rafters
The source of my ebb this day
is an embrace of Georgia at it’s finest
No time for dismay though
I can feel the invigorating southern flow right behind it
Love is heading straight for you
as quick and as strong as you give it away
just sit back and allow me to adore you
we can live forever this way
Love as you breathe, bliss pervades.
Breathe as you love and all is saved.
Stillness is a well
Refill your bucket frequently
Draw on the water liberally
Use it in any way,
you feel so compelled
Drive me and I’ll drive you,
we can go places together
From the Gross to the Subtle 