We must leave in no doubt the pure poetic power
found within a single flower emitting a sensual immediacy
of beauty most profound.
Yet even greater, and in addition to, is the resonating frequency of life
this one single flower transmits for all to experience and know,
if we would but allow ourselves to feel:
… the overlooked ethereal, eternal symmetry of just … being.
Welcome September and a very warm welcome to all my friends. Those I know and those I’ve yet to meet. May your days and weeks ahead be filled with creative happenings and positive experiences. I wish you well.
With sincere affection,
In a poetic manner one might say we dance our way through life, in spite of our concern for tomorrow’s unknown and the burden of those heavy laden pieces of our yesterdays creating missteps within the flow our momentum.
Yet our momentum will still carry us forward. It cannot be halted. It is the unknown that continues to propels us – the hidden mystery of our purpose. Truly. It is this same mystery that inspires. The creative/imaginative power inside our heart and soul incessantly resisting negative tides, overcoming, moving beyond a myriad of unanticipated obstacles in our way – along our way.
Never doubt your individual power and ability to overcome and move onward. It’s always there, just waiting for you to activate. Know that your unique dance of life is singular in it’s purpose, stronger than you can imagine, blending as need be with others revealing diverse and exciting discoveries which lay at the universal heart of life’s mysteries.
“Sing me to the moon
then love me far beyond,
all of this and more
Life’s universal song.” ~Plh
“Believe in yourself, your individual self worth, understand that your uniqueness is the special gift of life. You are far more than you can imagine, making your worth priceless.”
Thank you for being you, thank you for stopping by,
I wish you well,
Within each human is a happy soul. Fragile, yes, but also amazingly strong – as is all existing life force.
Therefore even though we’re all grown up inside it’s a good thing for us to remember to let it out to sing and dance, for innocence is never truly lost.
Just think on all the wonderful unfolding magic and mysteries happening around us each and every day!
Open your heart and embrace your happy soul. It wants you to!
This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction (photo prompt) challenge. More information and details below!
photograph © Alastair Forbes
Rushing waters have a melodious sound. Often, depending on the intensity, you begin to hear it at a distance. There is a soothing naturalness about it. Of course, as preoccupied as I was I didn’t waste any creative thinking regarding the sound of the water; I was just glad I could hear it.
Nearing the end of my quest. Finally. The last clue on the confusing map my friend, now deceased, had scrawled with her remaining strength before she died.
There should be a large odd shaped rock near the cascading water. There it was. Brushing aside wet shrubs and tall grass, I made my way to the rock. What would I find? What had been so important she left me a map to find it. A treasure map? A clue to her killer? I myself had no clues as to what any of this was about. But I was determined to find out.
As I neared the misshapen rock I could see a bit of an overhang towards the backside. It was necessary to get on my knees and scramble behind. The dirt was softer here, as if recently moved. I began digging with my hands, hoping what I was searching for wouldn’t be hidden too deeply. My fingers hit something solid. I brushed the remaining surface dirt from a small container and pulled it out of the ground. Holding the metal box in one hand I carefully removed the lid and stared in total disbelief at the contents. No one was going to believe this. It was …
(Oops too many words for flash fiction, I’d better stop writing now!) If you think you know, leave me a comment telling me what she found in the metal box! Something truly mysterious and exciting of course!
All of you who would like to take part in this writer’s challenge, just check in here at Sunday Photo Fiction Sir Alastair, the Intrepid, will be your guide. To read the other entries, click on the little blue link box, while there.
Hope you enjoyed,
It’s Sunday here in Northwest America and there is nothing, I’ll repeat this, nothing that can beat curling up in a comfortable spot with a good book. In my case, the more mysterious and filled with adventure the better! Can’t talk more, my book is waiting for me.
Have a wonderful and relaxing Sunday. Pick up a good book and read. It will do wonders for you, I promise!
With much affection and do remember to take care of you,
What does life mean to you …
… and are you a reflection of how you view life?
I’m not referring to the quality of your life or how your feel on any particular day but your overall understanding of what you think and feel of as “Life”!
The word “Life” – as defined using the following words and meanings from Merriam-Webster Dictionary:
- The quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from something not living.
- The sequence of physical and mental experiences that make up the existence of an individual.
- The period from birth to death.
- A specific phase of earthly existence.
- A way of living.
- A vital or living being (life form).
- A period of existence.
- (And my own thought – Something More that we don’t understand but know to exist.)
Which of those reflect your own understanding? Are you a little bit of several of those meanings, or do you have your own idea of what “life” means to you?
Life to me is expansive – An unknown but very real and existing essence of a “force” existing in the Universe, the underlying glue in the Universe. Therefore all are imbibed with this “something” that is currently beyond our understanding or rationale. Everything connected to everything else. Always without exception.
I think that perhaps when we define and reflect who we are based solely on life experiences we can forget that sometimes we are more than the sum of all the parts we know of. That, in fact, there is always the potential for … something more waiting to happen to us … or for us to pass on to others.
Keep your life force vital and growing,
All my love to you,
For those of us solitary souls, we often find ourselves reaching inward, into the unknown. Not for respite, nor solace but for the unraveling of mysteries.
And when the magic of who I am encounters an unknown, there is a blossoming in the moment.
An event horizon. Not for an ending, but a beginning of the “new” – for further exploration.
… And I revel, finding myself in that moment, most gratified to be … me!
Wishing you a magical and wonderful day and an even better tomorrow!