Tag Archives: life

instead.

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(a candid moment from my recent fiesta)

my goat and i would like to thank

each and every one of you

who help me

celebrate every day

(the best day ever)

by being a part of my life.

“instead of hate, celebrate.”

-prince

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time sings.

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kinders watch closely as the sand slips away.

‘the sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other,

marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.

if you watch the flowing sand,

you might see time itself riding the granules.

contrary to popular opinion,

time is not an old white-haired man,

but a laughing child.

and time sings.’      

-vera nazarian

encore une fois. (once again)

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glenn frey the rocker, (r.i.p.) and the eagles returning for one of many expected encores. 

glenn frey the cat has returned for a very unexpected encore.

his doctor gave him a last minute reprieve

offered him another chance

with new protocols and fingers crossed.

it may not last long

 he’s not in pain

and is purring again

so we’ll take it one encore at a time.

he and i were both equally surprised

olive took it all in stride.

 glenn still has no idea how big he really is

the lumbering giant

thinks he’s a kitten

knocking over everything in his way

he’s lived at least 3 lives since i’ve known him

that means 6ish still to go

and he’s still not ready to leave the stage for good, just yet.

“the encore is the short piece after the program has finished,

where the performer brings out something the audience doesn’t expect.”

-hillary hahn

 

 

lottery.

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i stopped to fill up with gas

and grab a cup of coffee

when heading out of town

and home once more.

as i paid and told

the very happy and chatty clerk

to have a good day

he glanced across the street

at the beautiful view he sees each day

and thanked me for reminding him

because every day was good

and especially today

because today was the day

that he was going to win the lottery

but somehow i thought that he already had.

“i count myself lucky,

having long ago won a lottery paid to me 

in seven sunrises a week for life.”

~robert brault

journey.

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“One day you finally knew what you had to do,

and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice —

 though the whole house began to tremble

and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

 “Mend my life!” each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do, though the wind

pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations

though their melancholy was terrible.

It was already late enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, as you left your voice behind,

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds

and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own,

that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,

determined to do the only thing you could do —

determined to save the only life that you could save.”

 

credits: papercut by annie howe papercuts, poetry by Mary Oliver – ‘Journey.’