Wouldn’t it be nice …

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Wouldn’t it be nice … if the first thing in the morning, you woke to (what to you) would be a wonderful awakening? Whatever you determine that might be! A loving individual giving you a cheerful good morning, someone to joyfully lend a hand to your morning (hectic) activities needing to be accomplished. Something in nature or your life that simply welcomes you in a joyous way to the new day.

And wouldn’t it also be nice if the last thing at night before you closed your eyes and slept, you received those same joyful feelings? Because someone or something occurred that suddenly made your whole day seem worthwhile. And more important; maybe helped you to sleep a little better, not be so stressed out about things and wake in the morning, looking forward to your new day.

Wouldn’t it be nice?

Soooooo. Stop reading (unless you just woke up or are getting ready to go to bed) and then come back and finish this post then!

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Although I’m not there

in person.

And cannot reach out and touch you,

 sooth your tired spirit

and comfort your weary soul.

Nor can I physically

reach out and hold your hand,

squeezing with affection.

I cannot look deeply into your eyes

and convince you of your worth and value

to this life we share of, on our planet.

However …

… I can and do remind you of

how unique and special you

are to me, and important.

I can send you love across the miles

with a wish of well-being for you on this day.

You are not alone,

you are loved.

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Penny

Have the best weekend you can have!

The forgotten flower

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Lost amidst the meadow’s view

forgotten flower poised so true.

Lingering in the morning air

none to breath thy fragrance fair.

Silked, unfolded petals wide

forgotten flower, you abide.

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Forgotten flower still unseen

and yet you reign, you are a queen.

For unbeknownst to all this day

crowned with sunshine’s golden rays.

 Morning dew with sparkling glow

jeweled petals did bestow.

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You’ve become a radiant sight

although unseen, your glory’s bright.

Unfortunate who cannot see

unwitnessed still, for all you be.

Forgotten ’til there does appear

someone of worth who’ll hold your dear.

Forgotten flower never fear

your time for view is coming near!

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morning dew

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“All have beauty under the sun,
especially those forgotten ones
A forgotten flower should not be,
if we chose to – we will see”

Penny L Howe, 2013

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Happy Weekend, everyone

~ Penny

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We … of a sensitive nature

Good morning, at least here in the Pacific Northwest of America it is. It’s  a bit after 8 a.m. and the sun is shining. Birds are singing. It is a beautiful morning. And I, for one, am grateful for this day I’m in.

I’ve opened the patio doors to the backyard, (while I’m writing this post). I feel the cool spring breeze and hear birds chirping. I sit here, morning cup of coffee in hand, contemplating the many things I notice when not “too busy” to pay attention.The nuances of life that I should be feeling and sensing, not the “noise” of life’s disharmony in a too hectic world. Time to reset my “sensing frequency” settle back, relax and just be in the moment.

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“There is no partial sensitivity;

either it is the state of one’s whole being, total consciousness

or it is not there at all.”

~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

Have a great weekend, notice the moment your in!

~ Penny

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Full Disclosure

Good Morning. In an effort to show true transparency after presenting such tranquil views several weeks ago of the various places in my home where I blog, I’ve determined to show an actual Sunday morning in the household where I live. Recently, I showed some basically nice settings of where I write or blog during different times of the day. Here is reality!

First of all, here I am. I just woke up can you tell? I’m the sleepy one with the big coffee cup in her hand.

My day begins with Franky and Jonny reminding me it’s time to arise. (between 6 and 7 a.m.) Jonny all 28 lbs. of him lays spread out over my tummy.

Franky sits next to me and bats at my cheek (claws retracted).

I stumble upstairs. Perhaps I’m a little more graceful, maybe. (my quarters are in a daylight basement)

I feed Sasha (she’s our teddy bear dog, part sheperd and part chow – 12 yrs old) I pore myself a cup of coffee (preset so it’s ready) and sit down.

This little guy is Dante (a pomerarian, he’s 6 yrs old) who is requesting his breakfast. Pretty much he’s going to bug me until I feed him.

Franky lets me know I didn’t pet him enough when I sit down again

It isn’t long before I hear the sounds of the household stirring.

Soon there is a lot of noisy activity in the kitchen. Everyone pretty much does their own thing here on a early Sunday morning. I’m good with that!

After a variety of interuptions my day actually begins.And this is a summation of an actual Sunday morning, unvarnished and true! Good Morning Everyone,

Now that I’m awake I can go check out my blog activity. Everyone have a wonderful day today.

Morning Dew – Nature’s art and lesser beings

I welcomed the sun early this morning. When everything seems fresh and new.There was a brilliant blue sky and the smell of clean damp grass, an earthy fragrance. Pleasant to the senses.

Up close and personal, I witnessed nature’s artistry.

Droplets of dew clinging to a gossamer fine spider web. For your pleasure and enjoyment I captured the moment.

One of nature’s lesser creatures was also out and about so I took a moment to capture him too. It was a joyous morning.

Greater or Lesser isn’t Mother Nature wonderful?