Molecules of Poetry ~ A Parallel Peripheral 

“Sometimes I miss it – the beauty of a moment ~ which then moves on in stealthy fashion.

Analogous vibrating molecules of the poetry of a beautiful passing moment, shifting from here and now to a parallel peripheral to become cosmic music resonating through hyper space perhaps escaping to one of the eleven dimensions of which theoretical physicists speculate.

Meanwhile in this universe, the temporary abode where I reside, vision and senses once again caught up in deluded preoccupation with just plain regular things. Known entities with known outcomes being naught but what they always are …

. . . distractions!

Thus in that moment of sheer wonder, the perfect and spontaneous specialness of a beautiful moment dissipates and this new potential entry into the poetry of my life will not be written or experienced by me, but heard for ever more somewhere out there in the Universal Collective Consciousness. But then it’s all relative, isn’t it. Sigh.” Penny L. Howe, 2016

Precious Moments ~ The Golden Elixir of Our Lives!

 

As we pass through our days, if we but notice, there are those special moments – perhaps visual, a spoken word, a deed, a song, a feeling.

Each releasing within us a golden elixir. Magical miraculous and perhaps a little mysterious. They tend to be fleeting, these precious moments …

precious moments

 

… a sweet emitted substance of sensation that can calm and lift a troubled and heavy heart.

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Precious the Moment

Today

embrace

those moments,

the mystery

wonder

glory

of

Life.

Open your eyes

your heart,

your very  being

so you can feel them.

Magical indeed!

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Have a wonderful Thursday and as always take care of you.

With Affection,

~Penny

Haibun Thinking – Memories Lost, like tears in the rain!

This week in the Haibun Thinking writers challenge, one of the choices for the prompt is the following phrase:

“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.”
~ Rutger Hauer (Blade Runner, movie)

My entry:

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Memories

So precious our memories, yet often only to each of us, as we recall specific moments from our life. Although our lives are shared with family and friends our memories are individual to our perspective of the experiences we’ve had. The accumulation of memories seems lonely on the one hand, yet personal and private on the other.

I wonder … if it were possible, would I share my feelings I’ve had so far in my life … would I? Not dreary ones, or sad or bad ones, but the most glorious and wonderful ones. I’m not referring to a discussion on time and events that occurred but the ability to pass on actual emotions being felt in those moments. It might be a very grand thing.

It does seem, whether our experiences are fleeting or of some duration, each memory is categorized in our mind according to our very personal feelings or emotions of said experience. And while these memories of significant past events are rarely forgotten to us, it is a bit sad that they exist mostly within our own individual minds, to be lost in time like tears in the rain.

life’s cherished moments

fleeing endlessness of time

sadly forgotten

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While the video/movie is distinctly dystopian in nature, there is a valuable thread running through the whole. About people, life, our feelings, our reason and need to feel needed … of a purpose and to have shared those feelings with others. My haibun this week was based on those feelings.

Haibun Thinking is an excellent (weekly) opportunity for writers to stretch their writing skills. For more information click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alastair, will get you started. Be sure and click on the blue link icon to read other entries, while you’re there!

Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Savor the moments in your life!

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Do You?

Savor the moments?

You should … you know! They help sustain us. Savoring things make the day brighter, richer, stronger, better and help give us the ability to sustain ourselves, just by savoring a special moment or occasion.

And for those of us who have someone to savor with – life is even sweeter. And if the hug you extend to someone (in that moment) is returned with hesitancy, that’s okay too. Trust me on this one, it is still much appreciated by the person receiving it, even if it does not appear this way. Some are better are expressing their emotions than others. But all are needful … all!

So do remember, as you embrace life – ‘savor’ and share as you can, but ingest into your own heart the full and true richness of life that exists everywhere!

Savor the moments,

Have an excellent weekend my wonderful friends,

~ Penny

Contentment

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Sometimes no words are really needed to explain a feeling of … well … perfect contentment!

Those times when it seems that all is well with the world! You’re in the perfect spot to be.

And in that moment you wouldn’t change a single thing!

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Have an excellent Wednesday,

~ Penny

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The perspective of a single dewdrop!

So delicate, so brief, we frequently overlook the most simple yet complex beauties of our wonderful world. Such as this, the mirrored view of the world around it from the perspective of a single dewdrop.

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What do you suppose we miss everyday in the hustle and bustle of our busy lives that a simple dewdrop manages to capture. Dewdrops are momentary. Ethereal beauty can be also.

Think on this. To have a soul and heart filled with beauty, take a few moments from your busy day, capture as many “dewdrops of life” as you can. You will be amply rewarded for your efforts.

Thank you, enjoy today and your week.

~ Penny

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Bubbles, Moments…The Nature of Happiness!

A Bubble

When one blows a bubble, it is known and understood that the ephemeral beauty of this floating bubble may be very short-lived. But then you also know you can blow another bubble and another and then multitudes, if you chose to. The nature of the bubble.

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We watch with joy and pleasure during the process of the creation of a bubble, arising from pursed lips and the breath from our lungs to be encased inside.

The bubble floats gently into the air reflecting a multitude of iridescent colours – an oval mirror imaging the life around it.

Our breath encased in the fragile shell that will at any second pop and be gone..

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Happiness…it happens this way in life too ~ doesn’t it?

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The key to happiness is in our hands!

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May your life be truly filled and encased with many moments of happiness.

Thank you for visiting me today,

~ Penny

A young boys words

This is Jack. He’s Emma’s older brother. At the start of the weekend of his 10th upcoming birthday he, his dad and mom were busily redoing his bedroom in preparation for his birthday party to be shared by family and friends. He was very excited and really looking forward to it.

Jack and his dad had just finished putting up the new shelves on the walls in his room when his dad got a call from someone. They needed his help to move a larger size aquarium from their home. As always his dad (a generous and kind man) said he’d be right over. Jack, Emma, Jordan and their mom never saw him again.Just a few blocks away he was struck and killed by a meth using driver who failed to yield.

When I wrote “Ethereal Life” and spoke of …in a heartbeat it can be gone… it was true and extremely personal. Just a few days ago Jack had picked the puff ball and was demonstrating to me how quickly it could be blown away, that was when I got the inspiration to write the poem.

I have watched this family struggle for the past two years since the most devastating day of their life.

In Jack’s case it was particularily hard. It happened during what would have been a celebration of his birthday. Jack is a very special boy. He is highly sensitive, he see’s most things in black and white. Borderline Aspergers, intellectually off the charts, but in a few areas, emotionally immature. Prior to his dad’s death he was well on his way to overcoming many of the characteristics common to his type of personality. After his fathers death there was a reversal, but slowly he’s progressing forward again.

On the day of his dad’s eulogy, the family’s church was packed with people. Hundreds. His dad had been well loved and admired in the community for his many acts of kindness and giving. The pastor standing in the front of the gathering had asked all those with a special memory of this man to stand and share. Many did, one after another. Towards the end the pastor asked if there was anyone else who wished to share.

And then amazingly, young Jack who is not an outgoing boy at all, solemnly stood up and turned to the very large group of gathered family & friends and stated … I have some things to share about my dad. And then the most heart breaking, soul wrenching words came forth from him. He held himself upright and spoke quietly and with dignity about the dad he knew and loved.

He spoke of his love and about all the things he would miss and why he loved him so much. In closing he said he was glad his dad was in heaven but he was really going to miss him. Then he quietly said “that’s all” and sat down. The silence in the large filled room that day was broken by the sound of many – crying  tears of sadness over Jack’s earnest young words.

As I said Jack is very special. He’s introspective about people & life. If you’ve been following my blog you met his sister Emma recently when she posted a blog of her own. Jack watched and the other day he approached me and asked if he could post a blog too. Of course I said yes. For him to reach out and share is a sign of some very good things happening in his mind.

For those of you who have commented on Emma’s Post, she is most grateful and I thank you. In a little while soon I will post Jack’s first blog. He is as excited about it as I am for him and his wanting to reaching out to others. I will be most appreciative of all who read this today if you can take just a few minutes to come back, read and comment to him when Jack’s Post appears. Again thank you.