Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #156...Aging

Is inevitable, or so they say,
But not for me today.

I shall procrastinate
The aging process

I shall indulge
My inner child

We shall laugh and play
And frolic in the sheer pleasure
Of life

We have no time
For growing older

We have no time
To think of aging, as we plan
Our next adventure

Is it inevitable?
Not for me today.

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True Colours Thursday on Sunday

I missed True Colours on Thursday, but thought this BEIGE bunny was so cute I decided to post anyway.

True Colours Thursday is hosted by my friend Blue.
Next week's colour is SCARLET.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #155 - " I Come From..."

I come from
The fertile darkness
Of earth’s womb--
A miniscule sprout,
Securely wrapped
In amniotic soil,
From battering winds
And pounding rains,
But ever growing
For the rays of sunlight.
Emerging finally
Bursting forth--
A tiny seedling.

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Thursday, March 19, 2009

True Colours Thursday-Green!

I'm a little late again. Having celebrated St. Patrick's Day earlier this week, I decided to use some St. Paddy's decorations for my GREEN.

Next week's colour is BEIGE.
Stop and visit my friend, Blue to see more GREENS.

Friday, March 13, 2009

True Colours Thursday-Violet (a little late)

I really had a hard time finding something violet to photograph for this week's meme. But as I was eating lunch at my Mom's house today, I found some pretty cards on her refrigerator. Aha! some pretty violets.

Pretty flowers from a birthday card

With love to Mother (from me)

More flowers from the same card

Pretty violet card from one of the grandkids

Lovely violets, one of my favourite flowers. These were on another one of Mom's cards. I'm glad she saves those cards.

True Colours Thursday is the brainchild of my friend Blue. Be sure to stop by and see all the pretty violets.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #153--Listen up!

"Listen up because this is important!"

For some reason, I struggled with this week's prompt. I couldn't think of a funny story and all the serious ideas seemed either cliched or preachy. Nothing profound here--just some simple thoughts expressed in rhyme. You may recoginize the meter and rhyme of the first stanza--it was borrowed from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem "Paul Revere's Ride."

Listen, dear bloggers, and you shall hear
Some words of wisdom, truthful and clear.
On the seventh of March, in two thousand nine,
Many have posted, now here is mine.
Oh please, Sunday Scribbler, do lend me an ear.

Each day is a gift, so cherish its hours;
On this pathway of life, search the thickets for flowers.
Live in the present, on the past do not dwell--
Life’s what you make it, be it heaven or hell.

Plan for the worst, but hope for the best;
Change what you can, to God leave the rest.
Never give up, work hard and persist.
When a foe reaches out, do not ever resist.

Count your blessings for sure, but don’t forget others.
Help the less fortunate; they too are your brothers.
Try to make peace and eliminate strife.
And, most important of all, just celebrate life.

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

True Colours Thursday--Yellow!

I went to my closet to find to find some YELLOW for this week's True Colours Thursday.

I found a dress with YELLOW flowers

More YELLOW flowers from the same dress.

True Colours Thursday is hosted by my friend Blue

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #152: Lost

Gotten lost in the woods? Driving? Lost a child in a store? Lost something else of value -- found it again? Lost souls, lost innocence . . . write about the word "lost."

When I read this week's prompt was "lost," the first thing that came to mind were the words from the famous song Amazing Grace "I once was lost, but now I'm found." But what could I write about the song--I supposed most people already knew the story behind the song.

My second thought was about an incident that occured last fall when Sunshine and I were traveling through northern Arizona. But, no, thought I, other Scribblers are probably growing tired of reading stories like that.

So, what can I write about "lost"? I asked myself. Okay, I know--I'll write about a lost art. Sunshine is attempting to learn to tat. Surely tatting is a lost art and the subject would make an interesting post. Why, I could even include some pictures of future projects.

But no, I kept coming back to the Arizona story. Yesterday was a busy day and I was unable to write. So this morning I woke up, still pondering what to write about when I remembered a very special anecdote about my father that had been related by my uncle at Dad's funeral service.

It seems my Dad, Mom, her parents and younger brother (my uncle) were going on a short trip. My Dad was driving and at some point in the journey, it appeared they were lost! To this day, my Mom is very high-strung and easily stressed. Apparently, she started freaking out. My Dad, always laid-back, purportly replied, "We may be lost, but at least we're going the right direction."

How I enjoyed the story. It had made me smile even during the funeral service. I always meant to write about the incident, but never got around to it. Sometime later, I felt a little sketchy on the details and asked my uncle to recount the tale. He couldn't remember. I asked my husband. He couldn't remember, either.

Why didn't I write about the account when it was still fresh in my memory? I asked myself. To think I almost lost a story that was really important to me simply because I hadn't taken the time to write about it.

Perhaps that is why I like to write stories about things in my life. Maybe this is my way of keeping the memories from becoming lost.

Well, I must go now. I have a story to write. This one is about a trip Sunshine and I took to Arizona last fall...

"Lost in Flagstaff"

It was a dark and stormless night...

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