Sometimes

Life doesn’t do what I think it promises to do and I’m left standing on the side of the road with flat tires all around.

Sometimes

Just when we feel so hot and bothered, something somewhere moves creating a breeze and for just that moment I feel refreshed and charged enough to make it to a shady place to rest.

Sometimes

The night is so dark that it’s difficult to find our way around. We hear the dogs barking but our eyes can’t see, our ears don’t hear and our bodies won’t sense an intruder. When we think everything is alright and we come inside, wonder up the hall, across the soft comfortable carpet of the lounge room, through the bed room where we look down to find a huge dog poo on our shoe. I don’t have all that much to say about that.

Sometimes

We go to the beach with a lovely picnic sandwich. We unwrap it, prepare the table, pour our drink, sit down to enjoy it and find that a seagull has relieved itself and splattered it all over my yummy egg and lettuce sandwich!! I don’t have much to say about that either. Hmm…

Sometimes

Life can be so strange in all its little annoying yet spontaneous ways.

Sometimes

Life is just so worth the effort isn’t it?

Umm...

I'm a Grandma

And then the day begins with its warm sunshine, cool ocean breeze, and song of life. Out side the butterflies flutter from wild flower to wild flower and the bee’s busily gather from the supplies offered them and the grass sways –  as an ocean of green that illuminate dreams.

Release is more than it seems. It’s so much more than it seems and it exists but not in the way we understand it. Release exists only when we are willing to, and actually do ‘let go’.

Do the bees and butterflies understand that they need to let go?

Perhaps they don’t want to – and perhaps that’s ok.

Cold rain trickled down her back - standing there in the twilight while the wind and rain swept her to another place and time. In the need to find something inside her that was worth having, she lifted her head – her mouth open wide – wishing for something good and wholesome to find its way into her body. A gift of beauty might be reflected, no matter how shallow… insignificant – a gift of some kind that others may enjoy or even… notice?

How far do the smiles of yesterday and the grins that exist beyond… exist in the great tomorrow!

It’s the here and now that count till tomorrow strides in grinning from behind the curtain of tonight, and of all the times that have ever been, it’s here and now that matter the most. Now is the time when needs are filled, sources found. When tomorrow’s genius is born and yesterdays nightmares are given the opportunity to lie down, rest and perhaps, never lift their heads again.

If I could remember last night’s dream I would paint you a picture of it, but alas, it now lies deep in yesterday’s realm where many dare to tread only to become entangled in past’s tentacles – forever lost in oceans of time that roll over and over the same sand as it shifts and changes in arrangement alone.

Cold drops of water slide down her throat and she imagines them becoming a part of her. A shiny fresh hope that is often so easily loosed from the grip of a child’s hand and if not found, lost and never regained. Brokenness – the cruel robotic un-question – not at all the child who learns to live in an embrace.

The sun, breaking through the dark clouds of the moment, radiates the face of one so young. It’s time to grow and become more than we have ever been, so much more than yesterday’s dreams. It’s time to become tomorrow’s grin…