Summery Monday

Here Comes

Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Chirping robin, budding rose.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Gentle showers, summer clothes
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer-
Whoosh-shiver-there it goes.

 

by Shel Silverstein

It's an exquisite sparkly Monday morning where I live! Skies are crystal blue, front yard birdies a' chirping, breeze is cool enough to balance out the handsome sun.My beautiful jasmines are so resplendent in their glory, lush and pink and sweet! I wish you could see them.  O, and there's that faint whir of a  plane  I hear passing through the skies!

Praise be, that showering bit of rain (yesterday) so much refreshed everything!  I smell the mirthful fragrance of renewal in the air. That, and the spice of coming good days...


Smile!

Expectations

♥ It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the very best, you very often get it. ♥ ~ Somerset Maugham 

Sweet Felicity was there that day, I remember it all too well. To find beauty so unexpectedly...And so, of all the photos I possess, I heart this the most. The greens and the verdant lushness of it all are so uplifting...never fails to make me smile. I live in the city you see. A 20 minute walk from my home confronts me with all the unpleasant noises and callousness of frantic city streets. None of these rolling terrains and conifers....


So even at the risk of being redundant or self absorbed, I post this once again to be reminded of a simple fact of life..."that when one expects to find felicity...felicity has a way of presenting itself." 
In truth, it has always been that way with me. Even moreso today, I shall have it no other way. 


And to you, my dear friend. I am thinking of you.  Life is hard enough and I know your burden is great. This is reality. But when you willingly draw dark sceanarios of a foreboding future for you, then I am afraid..I am afraid..you condemn yourself to a future of your own doing. 


Your expectations..that reel of film to a conflicting future you speak of...will come to pass. It will happen. Your tears will flow, endlessly. So stop it. Take responsibility for happiness- make a change. We all live in a dream world of our own doing. The question is, "How far removed from reality have you gone?" 


Come back from the past, swim back from the future. 
The present is here...
love yourself...

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The One I Truly Love

"To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying 'Amen' to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

(coffee shop meanderings....on a sunny afternoon.....the cookies I had....are those on the shelf....)

"And what is it that I truly love?" 

"And what is it that I truly prefer?"

Everything at this point is gone form the past. My wants, my dreams, my likes and dislikes, my way of thinking and my way of being is so far removed from what once was. What I thought of - no longer is. Stiff, mottled layers of  my persona are peeled. Discarded everyday. A quiet settling in a field of blooming.

The very core of me is revealing itself. 
I am different. 

They see it, oh, yes they do! More than once I was told, "but you don't prefer that" or "but you aren't like that." I'd stop startled for awhile, "oh, but now I do" or "oh, but now, I am."  What else is there to say? I am a revelation even unto myself.

Simple Abundance is asking me to gather insights and create a map of my wants. My thoughts will be given to this. There is a need to reintroduce me to the prism in me. My soul speaks...

Love to the world.....

* Prism

The Blue Gate

Blue gates remind me of "Alice In Wonderland." Of course, it was a blue door she was faced with in the story. Nevertheless, it was of such significance to be affronted with the question of whether she would open it or not. What lies beyond doors is always of great interest, isn't it?

I pass this gate almost everyday. What lies beyond is a pretty wonder. One thing is for sure, whoever lives within these fresh breathing walls of ivy green have much loveliness in heart to share. You can actually tell if a homeowner is happy by the profusion of vines circling and swaying all around. And, wow, with a blue gate like this, it all the more says as I pass by, "Hello there neighbor, be happy!" 


And so, hearing that, then such I become. 

Flowery Happy

My dear friends,

For some unfathomable reason I woke up happy!

Not the regular happy but the giddy kind. I opened my eyes, took in the sight of my light green curtains and slowly smiled. I was happy!

Such a precious feeling of light and free and being as if ten again.

Do you remeber being ten? A rather a long way off to being 41. When I was ten, I couldn't imagine me being 41. I just woke up day after day with this mischievous light pink sparkle of flowery bliss.

I thought I've lost all that. Like a long lost friend, it found me again.

What a dear! I feel restored.

                                                                                          ~ Love and Light,

                                                                                                     Lady Prism

Heat

" Twirling her ( dry ) hair into thin braided strands, she
wearily muses how easier it would be to succumb to the inertia of this stifling hot mid- morning tropical summer heat and just....scream.

But could she, would she dare shatter the impermanence of this afternoon's solid silence?

For save from the faint buzzy distant roar of a green chartered plane, cruising 30 thousand feet against the cloudless azure of her pacific skies , everything is a hush. What a perfect day to frown. And to think the most deplorable thoughts too!

Hot and sticky and emptied of ideas, she decides to blog with nothing to say, nothing, at all, to say, but blogs on, she does, anyway.

She thumps with a frown - a small one - her eyes lazily swooping over scattered manila envelopes, and documents, and parcels of whatevers' that need to be sorted and tidied and filed, much like in her life.

"No art in said task," she sighs. No pretty. No charm. No glam.
But such is life. And in the heat of it all, and in the mess of it all, living is its own beauty.

So on with it she goes...

Though she does think of tweezing her eyebrows first."