Blessings on a blue day

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My life had been screaming for a recalibration of late.
Today in particular was one of those days.
Somewhere between wine and yoga, I'd lost my way
And that perhaps the only way back home, was out.

I didn't expect good news. But it came.
And
Everything is, as it should be.

A tune in my head

I was driving home through our leafy street this afternoon
The sun hidden behind dappled light
A place where bunnies still run upright
If I could bottle this
I would sniff it everyday.

Everything is as it should be.

And when words still fail you

F l y.  

A  w     a         y .....

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When words fail you

All you need is a soundtrack to escape to.

Seasonal Changes by Dave Gruisin

And she dances in the moonlight

White Star she said today
That many many many moons ago
Yours truly was a Celtic White Witch.
The visions, the dreams
Of Wicca and Woods
It all makes perfect sense now.

Within the darkness

They say I'm now all lightness and calm.
Truth is, the dark side will always be there.
Dark can never become light, perhaps only for a while.

Let the river take you where it wants to

We assume there will be a tomorrow
For sure we will never know. It doesn't yet exist today.
Such uncertainty is the beauty of life.
(for my best friend)

If rainbows were meant to be eaten

I thought I would die as I inhaled fruit upon vegetable.
It was all just the mind playing with me.
Gluttony is, after all, a deadly sin.
Improbable as it sounds, I'm actually missing old Miss Nut Milk.
I just might revisit her come September.

What do you give a man who has everything?

The first of the all-male line-up.
Gold on neutral you see, forms much of this bower bird's color palette.

A Rose By Any Other Name

"The Seed of Life" in bracelet or anklet form, for a very special girlfriend Linda.
I chose a natural cord, as one would
For an earthy beautiful soul like hers.

Today again, tomorrow.

It's happening more frequent now.
The little bursts of pure joy that hits you when you least expect it.
Peace, love, contentment.
This is exactly where I am supposed to be right now.
Happiness, they say, is a series of moments.
Like this.
Namaste.