On this first day of May

May has arrived in full glory.

There is a sense of urgency everywhere.

The birds, Nature’s messengers are quite busy,

What with building a nest, what with singing new songs.

There are sounds in the air.

I can hear the crackling of new buds as they open.

The hissing sound of new grass cutting through the warm soil to say hello to the sunshine.

It’s a wondrous feeling,

Which leaves no room for other thoughts.

I dare to venture outside, who cares if I sneeze or itch or cough!

I am out here and I, too, celebrate.

Welcome May!

Note:- I seem to be having problems with my Blog (again) please let me know if you can see all my photos from previous posts. There are so many missing! I get a blank space with a red x on the left hand corner of where the photo used to be. Apparently, Blogger has decided to "improve" their system and have messed up a lot of Blogs. Is there anyone else having problems?

Photo by Armstreet.com

Fleeting moments

We live for fleeting moments, instants, and fragments of time.
We are but the echo of few special minutes and seconds that seem to get lost within the maze of ordinary days.
But those minutes are not lost, they are simply put away or maybe they're forgotten atop a dusty shelf.

Then comes a certain day bathed with light and beauty and we stand breathless, poised, for just one fleeting moment...

Photo by Bing Images

It's a cloudy day

It’s a cloudy day. The sky is like a bride’s shimmering veil.

Translucent and soft, reflecting fragile beams of light.

What is it about cloudy days that makes one feel wistful and soft?

Cloudy days are a sweet parenthesis, a halt in the joyous wild ride.

Abundance and exuberance the sun brings

 But only cloudy days have the power to make us stop by a window

 And instead of looking out, look within.

Photo by Bing Image

You Never Know

"Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?"

(Mary Oliver)

Lately, I have been setting aside a few moments every Sunday night and try to focus on my plans and objectives for the week about to start.  I don't want to to just through the motions, I want to see, feel, and enjoy everything.  Whether I'm doing something important or just running a simple errand, I intend to live!

I would like to share this very special poem I read some time ago. May your week start with a happy song and may you always remember to breathe deeply:

"You never know when someone

May catch a dream from you.

You never know when a little word

Or something you may do

May open up the windows

Of a mind that seeks the light-

The way you live may not matter at all,

But you never know -- it might.

And just in case it could be

That another's life, through you,

Might possibly change for the better

With a broader and brighter view,

It seems it might be worth a try

At pointing the way to the right -

Of course, it may not matter at all,

But then again -- it might..."

Poem by Helen Lowrie Marshall
Photo by Weheartit.com

The portrait of a word

If words had faces, what would they "look" like?

Would Joy have golden curls and leave a scent of lilacs in the air?

(Weheartit.com)

Would Disdain wear a silk frock fashioned in a strategic way so that when she turns to leave, you can’t help but admire her perfect back?

(Bing Images)

When Envy turns green, does it look like this?

(Bing Images)

I wonder if Smile really has perfect teeth?

 

(funpictures.com)

What would Demure wear to a tea party on Saturday afternoon?

(http://curilova.com/)

Irresistible "is" because of this...

(Bing Images)

Beware! Danger ahead!

(Bing Images)

A strange Weed has made my garden it's home.

(http://www.liselotteeriksson.com/)

One Enchanted evening...

(Weheartit.com)

Glimpses of Motherhood

(Weheartit.com)

Come with me and Flyaway...

(funpictures.com)

Imagination meets a new friend

(Bing Images)

There is Peace in my heart...

(Weheartit.com) 

Before I close this post I'd like to say that my allergies are still in full force, I am highly medicated (that might explain and somehow justify this ramdon exploration within the world of words :0) Thank you all for your inquiries and good wishes xxx

Have a beautiful Thursday!

Thoughts and Dreams

"The unreal is more powerful than the real,

because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it,

because it's only tangible ideas, concepts, beliefs,

fantasies that last.

Stone crumbles, wood rots, people, well, they die.

But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend,

they can go on and on..."

Quote by Chuck Palahniuk

Photo by Weheartit.com