Friday, November 8, 2024

Mish Mash Friday

Quiet people
have the loudest minds.
Turn off the news.
Go outside.
Breathe.
Realize the beauty
that surrounds you.
Understand
what you are 
actually in control of.
Don't just 
count your blessings ...
frame them as keepsakes.
Love unconditionally.
Listen completely.
Learn always.
You were never meant
to carry the burdens
of the world
on your shoulders.

I know it's early. My apologies.
I am off-grid for a few days
to disconnect from the ugly
and reconnect with my kids
and meet new future family.

Carpe your diem, friends.

Thursday, November 7, 2024

A little reminder ...

Walking Each Other Home
by Lyn Marinello

 

We are born into an unknown world, placed in outstretched arms

Showered in love and attention; protected from all and any harms

Taught to speak in kindness; to walk tall in faith and pride

In God's commandments and the Golden Rule eternally abide

In teenage years we might rebel and push the envelope we're in

Dye and pierce and smoke and drink; to parental-fatigued chagrin

We seem certain to known everything, til one day we find we don't

Those 'friends' we thought would have our back, simply can't or simply won't

And we once again find comfort in that envelope we left

We are unconditionally welcomed back, defeated and a bit bereft

College and adulthood open avenues unknown

One foot based, one set to bolt; we are stepping out on our own

Yet there's safety in the holidays, surrounded by familiarity

Re-grounding, reconnecting in sweet comfortability

As we age we find our way; unique to every single soul

Surround ourselves with good support; those folks who truly make us whole

Our blanket of security is tattered through the years

Patched by those around us as they comfort us through our tears

There are jobs and opportunities; sights to see, trails unexplored

Losses to be overcome and faith to be restored

Sometimes the road gets bumpy, life's potholes take a toll

We retreat to those we know and trust as they step up in their role

We wander through our highlights; stroll down memory lane

Realizing those connections are sometimes all that kept us sane

Take care of those around you; compliment, uplift

Your days on earth - unnumbered; every second is a gift

As the dinner bell rings on life; feast with loved ones at your table

Serve hope and faith to all who dine whenever you are able

And afterwards, enjoy dessert; and the company of those at hand

Savor the richness of both those things and try to understand

That the sun will set for each of us, no matter where we roam

We are our brother's keepers and we're just walking each other home.

 

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Miracles

Loving this.
Sharing for you all ...

Life
is a series
of a thousand
little miracles.
Notice them.
Embrace them.
Absorb them.
Share them.

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Good Tenant

No one to acknowledge for this.
There are so so so so many people
that need to read this ...
sometimes multiple times ...
and I hope it helps ...

Do not let anyone
rent a space
in your head,
unless they are 
a good tenant.

Monday, November 4, 2024

Tiny

Not sure who the penned this,
but very aware of the author.

I love places
that make you realize
how tiny
you and your problems
really are.

Enjoy your day
and all its blessings.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

Shine

Without anyone to properly credit,
I am simply sharing.

It is not
in just one way
that you shine ...
but ...
a million little ways
that you light up
the world.

Friday, November 1, 2024

A Dog upon a Chain

 Written for so so so so many reasons ...

A Dog upon a Chain

by Lyn Marinello

 

Here I am, the chained up dog, my yard’s grass is worn beneath.

I may bark and I may growl, but I rarely bare my teeth.

I am fiercely loyal; a staunch protector of my pack.

Seldom the aggressor, but when provoked, I will attack.

I will raise my hackles. I might race til the links may break.

My conviction to my owner is the only thing at stake.

I may occasionally get loose and wander from my domain,

But I will always come back home to the security of my chain.

I am often times permitted to sit upon the shaded deck,

Or offered up an outing, a companion on your trek.

I am fed enough to stay, scratched sporadically behind an ear.

I may seem mostly docile but am alert to those who near.

I exist on minimal praise; or a much appreciated treat.

I sit ready, tail a-wagging, dutifully at your feet.

I embrace my boundaries though they’re not always clear.

I may test my tether’s limits but my devotion is sincere.

I am eager to obey commands, though I scratch and sometimes dig.

I’ll bring back the entire branch when you’ve only thrown a twig.

I am at my most content with purpose unrestrained.

I am just a steadfast hound, tied up here, upon this chain.


Whatcha think?