Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Time

Hey there, kids! I'm back! Didja miss me?

Found this and, after spending time with grandbabies over a long weekend,
very much agree.

Energy is currency.
When you 'pay' attention
to something,
you're buying an experience.
It's an investment,
so 'spend' carefully
and only on things
that will bring you 
a good return.
Be selective.
Treat your time
with as much care
as your finance.
It is equally as valuable.

Thursday, April 24, 2025

You

You,
yes you,
...
you are
a downright
glorious spectacle
of a human being!
You are
wonderful and worthy,
brave and beautiful,
kind and comforting,
fair and feisty,
giving and gracious,
lovely and lovable!
Don't ever stop
being your most
glorious self.

I'm taking a short hiatus.
I will be back early next week.
Just unplugging and reconnecting elsewhere
for a brief bit.
Be kind to one another. It starts with you ...

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Peace

There was no one to credit for this,
but I would offer this to so so many right now ...

Peace
is always
right here.
You 
just have to
create space
for it.

Have an extraordinary day!

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Fragrance

For those, including me,
who are missing someone ...

Some people are not
physically present
in your life ...
but their fragrance
is still there ~
always there ~
their smiles, their words,
their warmth.
It's always there
to give you
the security, the strength,
and the comfort
that you need
for your soul
for the next step,
for the next moment,
for ever.

Monday, April 21, 2025

Shine

Found this and Lynified it ...
just for you all ...

Oh, how you shine
with your eyes
sparkling like sunbeams;
your heart
full of moonlight;
your aura 
glowing like sunrise;
and your soul
brimming with stars.

Friday, April 18, 2025

At the Hem

At the Hem
by Lyn Marinello

I am an open book
    penned in invisible ink
Incredibly pensive
    with thoughts unworthy to think
I've battled foes
    unseen by the masses
Sprinting through life
    as I trudge in molasses
I see little I like
    in my mirrored reflection
Rise from the ashes
    to greet new dejection
I dance to life's cha-cha
    on sore, calloused feet
Feast on hope never ending
    that tastes so bittersweet
There's a pain in betrayal
    the soul can't correct
An ache indescribable
    from complete disrespect
As a tired head raises
    adrift in a hurt filled haze
I can almost see clearly
    the error of my ways
I have searched for the answers
    in the person adjacent
Thought "little" wrongs don't count
    I became completely complacent
I bartered and bargained,
    plead for forgiveness, redemption
Thought that maybe some status
    provides a safety, exemption
I've learned salvation exists
    as I see when I probe
Not in material, money or man
    but at the hem of His robe

Thursday, April 17, 2025

A Little Levity

In case the world
has been weighing heavy
on your mind and heart,
here's a little fun for you today.
I hope you smile.

I wish
pets lived longer,
life wasn't so expensive,
cake didn't make you fat,
and people weren't idiots.

Have a lovely day.

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Decide

I don't have anyone in particular to credit
but it doesn't matter.

It was said and I'm sharing ...

All we have
to decide
is what to do
with the time
that is given us.

Make good choices ...
purposeful, productive,
positive choices.

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Same Premise

A couple of quips
with very similar meanings.
I hope you take from this
what you might need ...

I am not afraid
of storms,
for I am learning
how to sail my ship.

I love the stars
too much
to fear the night.

Keep your soul
rooted in gratitude
and your branches
open to blessings.

Monday, April 14, 2025

Carlos

For your birthday, sweety!
Love you and miss you much!

Carlos, through my eyes

by Lyn Marinello

 

 

 

A mountain of a man

Opinionated, loud

Completely unmistakable

When enveloped in a crowd

Like a bull within a China shop

Undeterred where he has trod

Comfortable with who he was

No need for pretense or façade

Bacchus in human form

Indulgent to grand excess

A bit too much for some

But I wouldn’t want him any less

A big and booming voice

An even larger heart

I’d sit in eager anticipation

As his escapades he’d impart

He had pie-in-the-sky ambitions

Cherished time to conversate

Always game for a glass of wine

And a sports or political debate

He’d wrap you in a hug

That you’d never want to end

He was much more than a relative

He was an honest, gracious friend

A zillion weather-induced phone calls

To check upon our health

Anxiously awaiting

His upcoming expansive wealth

There’s an empty space you’ve left

A chasm where you’ve been

Please know how much you’re loved and missed

… until we ride again … 


Saturday, April 12, 2025

Stories ...

In the end ...
we all become stories.
What sort of story
will you leave?
Pay attention
to your words
and your actions.
They weave a tale.
Make it a worthy read.

Friday, April 11, 2025

Friday Frivolity

It's okay
to fall apart
sometimes.
Tacos fall apart
all the time
and we still
love them.

Enjoy the day
before you.

Thursday, April 10, 2025

Thankful Thursday Twain

A little Mark Twain for your Thankful Thursday!

Give every day
the chance to become
the most beautiful day
of your life.

I am grateful for you all.
I am grateful for the opportunity
to inspire, to uplift, to spread happy.
Enjoy the day before you.

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

No Idea

This is just a simple observation,
broad in its scope,
absolutely spot on.

You have no idea
how many lives
you have impacted
simply by existing.

Be certain
that you are the kind of human
that you'd want to be friends with.

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

All Is Ours

Today is National All Is Ours Day.
A most wonderful concept ... it consists of three parts:
 
1. The first is to look at the day as a time to reflect
on all of the beauty of nature and the wonderful things in life.

2. The second is to appreciate everything we have.
Even when we don't have much,, what we do have is a blessing.

3. The third is by sharing all that we have.
Regardless of the amount, sharing it seems to make 
tough times easier when we all work together.
The greatest times and the greatest things in life
are those that are shared.

What you choose to acknowledge in your day to day
is up to you. Please, make good choices!
Sending and sharing all the love ...


Monday, April 7, 2025

Monday Mother

From Mother Teresa:

Go out
into the world today
and love
the people you meet.
Let your presence
light new light
in the hearts
of others.

Be
what you want
to see
in the world.

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Surround Yourself

Not sure this has anyone to credit specifically,
but I sure do like this ...

Surround yourself with people
who will help you
when you don't know how
to ask for help.

These are the gifts we are blessed with.

Friday, April 4, 2025

On the Watch

Human beings
must always be
on the watch
for the coming
of wonders.

~ EB White

Beauty and miracles
abound around you.
You need only 
open your eyes
and open your heart
to them.

Thursday, April 3, 2025

Every Leader's Mantra

Or at least it should be ...

To inspire people,
don't show them
your super powers.
Show them theirs.

We rise by lifting others.
It takes nothing away 
from your own achievements.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Roots and Branches

From one Mary Davis,
this beautiful little gem ...

Keep your soul
rooted in gratitude
and
your branches
open to blessings.

Bloom loudly
and often.

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Mosaic

An original in honor of Momma,
who left us this day ~ far too early ~
forever ago, as raw as yesterday!
Enjoy ...

Mosaic

by Lyn Marinello – 3/29/25

 

I am all the pieces

of memories and places;

of triumphs and of trials;

of hearts and all the faces.

Covered wooden bridges,

railroad tracks and trestles.

The valley in the mountains

where the setting sun sleepily nestles.

Winding wooded paths

with scattered pine needle floors.

Sad and stonewalled dreams

by loudly, angrily slammed doors.

Crystal clear azure waters

near powdery soft white sands.

Beaten, battered self-esteem

by ridiculous reprimands.

Mossy covered hideaways;

freshly polished maple pews.

A million stars on inky skies;

kaleidoscopic morning hues.

Wandering on fairways;

red spotlights on a gymnastics mat.

Echoes too deafening to ignore

of ‘you’ll never be good at that’.

Duets on a piano.

Plays on a high school stage.

Trapped and sometimes tortured;

my haven was my cage.

A sweet date down at Deep Hole;

hours sweating at the gym.

Nomads in the Smokies.

Adventures on a whim.

Music is a constant,

accompanied by the Word;

Crutches used quite frequently

to hobble through the absurd.

Queen Mackerel, Marinara,

Easy Rider, Muffinhead.

You cannot run, you cannot hide.

You must face the things you dread.

There’s a constant ebb and flow;

occasional shattering and breaking;

rearranging of the shards;

a transformational re-making.

For I am a mosaic;

a compilation of each broken part;

the good, the bad, the in-between …

a truly unique work of art.