Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
L❀VE ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Fiat Lux ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥L❀VE ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Fiat Lux ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Because My Life is My Art

November Morning Affirmation:
As written in my Facebook page, Wednesday, 10:12 am.

"May life bid that I leave each space I enter be it corner space, room space, the heart space of a family, friend or stranger I encounter, even the gap between spaces, a little more beautiful, because I was in it. -- I am surrounded by beauty. I see beauty everyday. I create beauty everyday. Deeply, my life is my art."

Boldly it was written. Meant to bolster my inner self to fixate on nothing but devoted value, I closed my eyes and inhaled one affirming breath. Every pore rejoiced in the conviction. And to this very click on my laptop, it remains the prayer

Moments cruise by and NOT everything I do aligns itself to the beauty I speak of. -- Maddening.-- Aftermath of faults weigh me in. A twitch of my mouth, a shake of my head betrays the insolence of my actions. Don't I even possess the prudence to keep back a sarcastic remark when irked? This and other pebble stone grievousness monkey in my mind.
"La Demoiselle de Magasin"
James Tissot

Pages in hurried counsel sweep through my frame: Art writings and biographies pass by my monitor, inundating me with elegant lessons about the living of those who seemed to have mastered life. Phantoms of genius unfurling as mists in my mind clamor;
"No, no, realize,  beauty is a juxtaposition - chaos and calm, delight and despair, confusion and order!Reality is pretty."
That my life and everything I throw helter - skelter into the canvass of it - the light and dark is a masterpiece that will not be ignored - the covered shadows giving depth to hallow points in order to focus the bright. Welcome to your life, they say. It is what it is and - it is beautiful. I believe so.

The life long learner sat across a teacher again.
Because, she called on beauty, it answered her plea.
My life, truly, is my art.

My Poetry Page:

Thursday, October 27, 2011

An Evening to Remember

♥ •ღ.•*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ*• ♥ •ღ.•*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ*• 

This is to simply remember October 27, 2011. I was just really really happy. Had I stayed where I was and declined the offer, then I wouldn't have had this memory to keep. Must be the moon, must be the places, must be the vibrant night people, must be the lights, most definitely the company - the vibes was just perfect, the conversation so alive. It was a carefree feeling that everything for the moment, the world I'm in, the world of those who surround me, the world of the stranger a table behind, the world of continents overseas, and all the worlds of our worlds at peace. I hope to keep the spirit of this everyday. 
And one more thing to remember...
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
~ Marrianne Williamson ( A Return to Love)  

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Raising My Vibration: Living My Light

 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ""Trust my instinct. Shun the phony. Stay clear of pity parties. Respect my soul: Never allow myself to get sucked into someone's cycle of doom and drama - no matter  how sympathetic I may be. Never be lured to peek into someone's world of hate. Bad vibes rub in. Turn down the invite. Never compromise my peace of mind. LIVE MY LIGHT! Protect my truth: Never apologize for having high standards." 
October is deep. A pull. A push.
A swirl. A dragging. A lifting.
A questioning.
A finding.

All that and more, this capricious month of highs and lows present itself to be both hail and breeze, iron and cotton, daring me to stroll out and challenge the depths of my beliefs, the brawn of my convictions, the maxim of my person. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"

My steps come one after another in an unsure swag, sometimes a huff, always one foot poised on a bedrock of learning, while the other teeters and balances uncertain. But I'll get there. Oh; I'll get there. Haven't I questioned enough? And doesn't the cosmos  throw me answers, more often when I am caught unawares? Why, heavens, in the sunrise as I walked around the bend the zinnias cheered to me -
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "Look at us! Look at us! We are made up of layers, cells, constellations, sister! Haven't you heard we are? And then there is YOU, who are made of the same stuff too! 
How stunning when wild wild things call to me.
invisible to the eye, essential to the soul,
an aisle of talking petals - Now I understand, Exupery! 

In its time, He makes all things beautiful, in its time.

Thus speak I do, about this wisdom trail I tread,
alongside posies - that light my path. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"
The Lady Prism 

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

"Details of a September Midweek"

"I am earth, earth
My heart's love
Bursts with hay and flowers
I am a lake of blue air
In which my own appointed place
Field and valley
Stand reflected!" ~ Thomas Merton

"Today, set me as the apple of the eye....
bloom within my sacred inspiration....
fortitude and strength, be my happy angels...
sister of understanding keep me company...
calm be my walkway..
and you, wisdom, are the fervent muse
doth hold my hand as would a faithful friend."

~ "Sophia Prayers" ~ By: The Lady Prism
midweek blessings. starting fresh. sweet tea.  magic feelings. writing. art. friends. something good (on the stove). order. pink juice. quiet walks. exercise. scribbles. poetry. conversations. color. inspiration. hugging someone. greeting sunshine. watching sunset. pasta. crafting dreams. lipstick. books. visual boarding. affirmations. positive living. vitamins. no complaints. patience. zen moments. abundance. soothing music. understanding. chocolate. te deum. love.

~ "Details of a September Midweek"
~ By: The Lady Prism

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

by my bedside

"I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone." ~ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Delighted the sun (finally)  begged indulgence and my room is a cheerful yellow lucent glow where it touches ( insert smile)! Most heavily without mercy an affront by nature - continuous pouring day after day stretching for more than a week. Granted the cool spate was something of relief, nevertheless, an  insipid  sensation of dampness and gray can heartlessly bore into the pores of one's soul. And true, was it not a few occasions wherein I found myself in the brink of morose? And R said, and much do I agree, that for a lady with  geniality of heart, I accept morose and any expressive taciturn  ( when it visits) with a tenacious grip.

Ah, but today the sun is dancing! Pollens everywhere are rejoicing, spamming themselves in prolific bursts puffed up in the air, reveling in the triumph of light, twirling where the breeze may, then softly landing where chance commands. Quite like my thoughts. 

 My mind in theatrics buttered by the companion of  shadow friends in residence within pages. It was last night when I took this. Yes, as the rains lightly yielded its marble remnants, peacefully I was accompanied by my July opus of inspiration. My muse whispered, "capture the essence of it."  I'm glad I did. ( Insert smile.)

Monday, August 1, 2011

the point is

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now,because you would not be able to live them, and the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday, far in the future, gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Each day I discover them, magnanimous souls who posses ethereal phrase and behest crimson colors, and whose pulse rivet up and down platelets of refined velvet notes coiled together as  tender vines of vintage grapes soaking tendrils under the faint pink blush of our rising sun....

The point is how fortuitous my days to come across my geniuses of ladies and gents. As if crossing the street of some venerable epoch, they all came a' gathered at an August dinner for peers and such and my presence acknowledged and welcomed as one of the fold.

Ah, allow me this diversion.For though my life is ripe with loves and my friends an appendage to my heart,  my bosom friends fill my inner world with such elan, appearing to my senses in the most profuse manner of giving and teaching -  their lessons most edifying to my soul.

And I am molded each day.


Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Oleg Tromifov

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Erik Satie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Maggie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Musicusblau

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ George Eliot

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Anita Shreve

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


Painting By: Pierre Valon Click Here

"You can feel as wretched as you like and you're still be a good candidate for enlightenment. You can feel like the world's most hopeless basketcase, but that feeling is your wealth, not something to be thrown out or improved upon.  There's a richness to all of the smell stuff that we so dislike and so little desire. The delightful things - what we love so dearly about ourselves - the places in which we feel some - some sense of pride or inspiration - these also are our wealth. ~ Pema Chodron"

 How much of my self I have buried in an island of self, this I can barely fathom. I need to breath, a true breath of bursting release from this tight dark dank drum of enclosure I have built for a season. Forgetting entirely about that light that flickers gently inside, I gave my entire being, mind, body and soul to the riddle of the mundane, shunning any form, any semblance of my true self. I miss my poetry. I miss my photography. I miss painting. I miss the company of my imagination, - a world where everything I see is a refraction of reality. This has kept me sane. And I am losing it.

Tomorrow, I shall take a walk. An early morning walk. I will smell grass and cut grass and touch soil. Before  I even do anything, I shall light a candle of thankfulness and offer it to that altar in my heart where all inspiration and hope and love resides.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

"Start Where You Are" by Pema Chödron

ƸӜƷ We already have everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves - the heavy duty fearing that we're bad and hoping that we're good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds - never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right there. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake. 

Looking at ourselves this way is very different from our usual habit. from this perspective we don't need to change: You can feel as wretched as you like and you're still be a good candidate for enlightenment. You can feel like the world's most hopeless basketcase, but that feeling is your wealth, not something to be thrown out or improved upon.  There's a richness to all of the smell stuff that we so dislike and so little desire. The delightful things - what we love so dearly about ourselves - the places in which we feel some - some sense of pride or inspiration - these also are our wealth.

When we hear about compassion, it naturally brings up working with others, caring for others. The reason we're often not there for others - whether for our child or our other or someone who is insulting us or someone who frightens us is because we are not there for ourselves.

Because we escape, we escape from being right here, being right on the dot. We keep missing the moment we're in. yet, if we keep missing the moment we're in, we discover that it is unique, precious, and completely fresh. It never happens twice. One can appreciate and celebrate each moment - there's nothing more sacred. there's nothing more vast or absolute. In fact, there's nothing more.

Only to the degree we've gotten to know our personal pain,  only to the degree we've related to pain at all, will we be fearless enough, brave enough, and enough of a warrior to be willing to feel the pain of others. To that degree we aill be able to take on the pain of others because we will have discovered that their pain and our pain are no different.

However, to do this, we need all the help we can get. The tools you will be given are three very supportive practices:

  • Basic sitting meditation ( called shamatha Vipashyana)
  • The practice of taking in and sending out (called tonglen)
  • The practice of working with slogans ( called the seven points of mind training or lojong
All these practices awaken our trust that the wisdom and compassion that we need are already within us. They help us to know ourselves: our rough parts and our smooth parts, our passion, aggression, ignorance and wisdom

~ excerpt from: "Start Where You Are" by Pema Chödron

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Walking the Path of Simple Abundance

Simple Abundance
"an inner journey
a spiritual practical course in creative living
a tapestry of contentment"

At the heart of Simple Abundance is an authentic awakening, one that resonates within your soul; you already possess all that you need to be genuinely happy. The way to reach that awareness is through an inner journey that brings about an emotional, psychological, and spiritual transformation. A deep inner shift in your reality occurs, aligning you with the creative energy of the Universe.

Such change is possible when you invite Spirit to open up the eyes of your awareness to the abundance that is already yours.

Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns  of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness.

~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

In the clamor of things that yank for attention, it is good to be reminded of a certainty that more often escapes me. That I have in possession a chest full of treasures IF  I would only take conscious care each day to acknowledge and see. And so with the goal of  not missing out on what is essential, truly abidingly essential in life, I purpose to work through the "Simple Abundance" book and share, hereon, about my learnings. 

The Lady Prism

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆I banish ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღall doubt 
and affirm my ability to create and manifest the best. 
ღPeace indwells my spirit, and BLISS is my life.
I am surrounded by a mist of love,
a love that is not withered by the day,ღ
ღ but is grown precious by each season...

I can tell you how I feel you little space of mine here so listen well. Sometimes fear grips me like the claws of a crazed out crab and I choke in my own imaginings. It doesn't help that this peripheral world is like an act out of a circus gone bad.

And sometimes no matter how I try to lift my head above the fumes my pores involuntarily suck in all the grime. Filth goes straight into my blood stream creating screaming cells of red anxiety. I look for a cave to crawl into, some insipid quiet safety where the unknown doth resides still, dark and dank but bearable. I sink flushed deep in palpitation some days. And I am all alone in this world despite all company.

Nay, those are just some days, little space.

For after I have whirled down spiral into the abyss of my own de-bliss, with hands outstretched  allowing  my my full weight in motionless surrender sink into the ocean bed of  dysfunction, I awake. 

To the invisible sounds of angel gurgling bubbles LIFE oxygenates my lifeless meanderings and I flail my arms to swoosh back up to shore. And I strive with one stroke and another and another, pushing my feet with one wild kick energy rocketing me toward that promising sunlight. And I reach it.

A breath once again and fresh sweet air on my face, pure and promising, the wind whispering to me secrets that it keeps. Of a love so divine inside me forever pulsating. Of strength renewed like never before. Of dreams that were a gift to me and mine alone. I am alive.

Death and life in a cycle of days. Miracles unnoticed. Resurrection is a promise - already fulfilled.

Friday, April 8, 2011

If You Forget me ~ Pablo Neruda

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" I want you to know
one thing

You know how this is:.

If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn
at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals
were little boats
that sail
towards those aisles of yours
that wait for me.

Well, now
if little by little
you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
little by little

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
that on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots
shall set off
to seek another land

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seeks me
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without living mine.

~ Pablo Neruda

Friday, March 18, 2011

ჱܓ"My Prism Dolls

ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥"
ჱܓ♥ ჱܓ
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" Only those who can truly love and are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you but your love and your dream change those stones into flowers of discovery.

Even if you lose or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary, and if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the world, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformer of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.

~ Ben Okri

(¯`♥´¯) .♥.•*¨`*♫ ✿ ܓ
´*.¸.•´♥`Grateful ღ ☼ღஜ.

ღ for that after lunch meet with an old good friend ღ and sharing laughs between us
ღ for lots of "Whittacker" chocolates
ღ for my eldest son and his new job ღ plus the gift he gave me
ღ for the good company of my youngest and the talks
ღ for the beautiful impromptu lunch date with hubby at "Titania"
ღ for all that fantastic wine! ღ 
for dinner with the whole family at  "Chef Laudico's" place
ღ  for this mild gorgeous summer weather we are experiencing

(¯`♥´¯) .♥.•*¨`*♫ ✿ ܓ
´*.¸.•´♥`Grateful ღ ☼ღஜ.The Lady Prism

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Valentine Thoughts♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥

♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life
♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥
- Dante Alighieri
La Vita Nuova

Fault me for anything, but not this. I am  your eternal romantic, forever believing. Once I love, it will be as it should be - forever.

And if, by chance, forever has a  passageway, a back door that swings open to eternity, I'll take it, I'll be there, I'll be true.

And if the meaning of my life, and the toil of my days, and the words of my words,  be for naught, except to mean my self beside you, then grant that I have lived so fully for what I should. No one can be happier. 

For I have come and found what it is to find. My life has been a lady of kind. Far from  the ones I have known. When I found you, and you found me, my mandala came to be. A circle of  forever birthed. I am (born)  Love and will be - forever till eternity. Yours.

♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥
The Lady Prism

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ""Pretty Miss Patience" - My Very First Handmade!

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "O men, grown sick with toil and care,
Leave for awhile the crowded mart;
O women, sinking with despair,
Weary of limb and faint of heart,
Forget your years to-day and come
As children back to childhood's house. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "
~Phoebe Cary

• ♥ • A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the in the task of accompanied me as I walked.
~ Anais Nin ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "

 BIG smile! I can't believe it, really! My very first attempt at creating a handmade doll and I am truly uppity happy with how my pretty "Miss Patience" turned out to be.

Palpable! Palpable! Palpable it is, that juicy excitement slushing through my very marrow and veins  as I patiently stitched and fashioned and imagined her all dolled up together. Who says she isn't real? Isn't alive? She was just in my mind and now here she is, touchable, huggable!

Sweet and velvety, she sits prim and proper reminding me of what I have inside, what I AM inside, a bubble of dreams and light and faerie musings. As much as the next artist is an inspiration to me, the lesson here is, I am my own inspiration too! All good things and sweet tidings!

Ah, and now, but of course, "Miss Patience" needs a companion. Sister, friends and all sorts ov' folks to keep her company. A community of handmade beings is about to birth, and yes, yes, yes, I just can't wait to see!

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ " blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,We will, come to be. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ " 

~ Pablo Neruda
(‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’)

Love to you....
The Lady PrismƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "

Sunday, January 23, 2011

♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥My Inspiring Guides

 ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥ 
The first vibrant beacon to illumine my path was no less than the incontestably funny Barbara Johnson, author of the vivaciously written, "Stick A Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy.Her voice was my voice when I was a wee' lady 20 something freakish mother me! Her humor was a holy umbilical connecting her inner funny to mine.

Barbara's bubbly yellow book was  my loving elixir, gulped in potent doses in between the manic of youth with its mundane madness of frying chicken, fixing bed, folding laundry, catering to hubby, carting two active boys to elementary, and washing my hair every day.

"Pain is inevitable but misery is optional! 
~ Barbara Johnson

It was the 90's and she was my totem of sanity, my nicotine of resilience, my sangria of balance, a woman in a book who zealously guided and bridled my young wild self to calm and clarity. Ah, so many ways to describe her! She dug out' humor from the driest desert of days imaginable with stories lifted from a life she lived that seemed hell bent on whacking her out. Disappointments, bad vibes, grave news, crises, burnt bread became reserves of strength and catalysts of courage. I was transfixed. Her optimism was grounding. Pussy willows, cattails, soft winds and roses...I grew... a geranium of smile inside of me!

My mentor to a life of  "no whines, no complaints," Barbara imparted the dire boring folly of a "victim" mentality, espousing to the young wife in me that it isn't what happens in life that primarily matters, but the graciousnessby which one takes it, rolls it and wears it! That was powerful. That was strength. 

Married 21 years, yes, I am.  And to this day, I owe that  happy geranium in my heart to a woman I met, not in person, but in spirit. Her life of seeking the gracious happy best in everything was a bud of joy planted, and  germinating still in my soul.✶*¨`*.✫*¨*.¸¸

 ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥•.¸¸.• .♥ 
In the same manner of encouragement, I offer this blog to the life and stories of women the world over. Ordinary women who lay no claim to movie star fame, but whose lives are seeded with the most fragrant buds of wisdom that sow light as a prism refracts light...
....wherever we are, whether we know each other or not, have met or never will, we all are intertwined in a garden of pretty as life is meant to be. I offer this space as a little geranium garden of joy and a rose orchard of peace. 
May you be inspired. May you be blessed. May you be happy!   
This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine.. 
let it shine..let it shine...
Namaste! Love and Light!
The Lady Prism 

L❀VE ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥Fiat Lux ♥´¯`•.¸¸.• ♥ •´¯`•.¸¸.♥L❀VE

ART CREDIT: You might be wondering about the artwork. Do take a moment to click here and know more about it. This site is a collection of artists and paintings that inspire me. Blessings!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.• Creation

"My friend R, using her phone while I go get myself some coffee."

The greens and the yellows, fresh and alive and brimming with vivaciousness! The following pictures attest to the aura of my year. A beginning opened by meeting friends and receiving good cheer. This must be my year for "IT!" And while some grapple with resolutions, I, merely have the following at heart:♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.•

To create beautiful relationships.
To create beautiful connections.

To meditate on beautiful thoughts.
To create beautiful words.
To create beautiful lessons.

to create beautiful meals.
To create beautiful things .
To create beautiful mornings, afternoons and evenings..

And to give all the beauty that I create to the beautiful friends and family life has given me. 

A beautiful heart..that's all I 'm aiming for...♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ"*.•

My favorite neighborhood coffee shop

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Pardon of 2010 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

♥¸.•*"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ PARDON!

To pardon each day and not hold it against itself. To pardon it for its puny disappointments and disparaging ways. To pardon it for its illusions and unmet resolutions.To pardon it for its uncouth brashness. To pardon it for its malaise. To pardon it for its funk. To pardon it for its blasé. To pardon it for umbrage and chafe.  To pardon it for its ills, improprieties, neglect, rudeness, hurts, callousness, ungratefulness.To pardon it for its oppressive heat. To pardon it for its malevolent rain. 

To pardon everything, everything, everything. Anything and everything!

To pardon the mirrors. To pardon the walls. To pardon exits and entrances. To pardon dead leaves and aphid ridden roses. To pardon termites and vermin. To pardon the chime and the clock. To pardon the seconds. To pardon the minutes. To pardon the hours. To pardon shadows. To pardon others. To pardon myself.....

Each evening, in quiet retrospect, to pardon in gratefulness, 
and fashion afresh each morning.. 
a novel welcome feathered in my heart
for life...

2010. You have been a master teacher to me. A trickster and a charm, you were. There are years more deserving of thanks. And so, I - for all the ubiquitous  lessons earned, most graciously, thank you for this lesson of "pardon." Goodbye.

I shine besotted to my new word for this new year - PASSION!!

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