THE BROOK
I sat near the bubbling, happy brook
and eased into reading a good book
Oh, my heart the brook took
but the brook was not appreciated by the rook
Happy waters do not make a crook
It was his crimes that made him be forsook
Alrighty, then, please take a look
is there anything finer than a clear, lovely brook?
“Seaside Sparkles”
Oh, to once again be by the seaside
where the seagulls glide
and negative thoughts hide
this is my dream
You can smell the salt in the air
where everything is fair
where my spirit will dare
to be at peace and just be
The sun sparkles on the sea
blissful I will be
the sparkles make a plea
“please be open and appreciate the now!”
Beauty can make you squint in surprise
beauty and nature tell no lies
let’s live this life for all it’s worth
what a wonderful new birth
Some things just don’t make sense
even if you’re on the fence.
It’s hard to stay sane
when all that people around you care about is the mundane.
Hey brother, can you spare a smile?
Get rid of my inner bile?
Or better yet, take me away
‘Twould be good to see the Bay.
I need you so very much
to you and my friends I need to clutch
till this problem is over
and I can run and laugh in fields of clover.
Dear readers: please add me to your prayer list today; it would be much appreciated. Debb
WHAT MOST OF US LIKE
They say coffee gets them going
and with writers, their thoughts start flowing.
Me? I don’t like the stuff
Water, milk and juice is enough.
Sugar is what I am quite attracted to,
sweets for the sweet, they say ~~
Giving sugar up is very hard to do
Having fun with sugar is my way to play.
Salt is what some people crave
the road to a higher blood pressure, it will pave.
It gives meals a taste to savor ~~
and you don’t even have to waiver.
Nothing is bad if done in moderation —
that’s a right dandy quotation.
However, as I try to learn this small trick,
I feel like a sad, water-logged candle wick.
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Non-existent dreams are as helpful as apathy.
Oranges are as needed as oars for a boat.
Pearls are as precious as paternal love.
Queens are as quick to make mistakes as the next person.
Rations of food are a relief to the starving, like water to the most terrible thirst.
Sunshine is as bright as solitude is helpful to the worn out person.
Timber is as sturdy as a giant is tall.
Umbrellas are uncharacteristically unhelpful as a dry sponge.
Victory is as valiant as a job very well done.
Water is as wonderful as life itself.
Xylophones are extra special, like a Stradivarius.
Yellow is a yearning for light, like black calls for dark.
Zebras are as beautiful as the sleekest palominos.
Edgar Bundy: Antonio Stradivari at work in his studio (1893). 35.5×52 cm, private collection (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Nymphaeaceae (Photo credit: Sky Noir)
I’m sure you’ve heard of people going to their “happy place” in their head. They think of their favorite place, and it transports them into temporary bliss.
You can close your eyes and go to your happy place when you’re waiting in the doctor’s office (and if you can ignore the screaming kids around you in the waiting room) and you don’t have something with you to read or write.
I now have two happy places; I will tell you how I found my second one.
I was having a facial done at the spa where I saw the lovely jewel mentioned in my post the other day.
The garment they had me put on was a baby-doll-pajama type, short towel thing. Wearing that, it’s not like I could get out of there fast if I had to. No, I had to relax (which was the purpose of my splurge) and lie still.
For other facials and massages, I have never gotten bored. I truly was in the moment enjoying my muscles getting loosened up.
This facial was different, however. I didn’t feel like doing some writing in my head. Yes, the facial was nice. But, I couldn’t stay in the moment for some reason.
So, I decided to really pay attention to the soft music. Pretty soon I had a whole scene going on in my mind, using every single sound I heard in the nature CD. Welcome to my happy place:
There was a large pond at the edge of a farmyard. I heard ducks and geese in the pond and chickens near their coop. I heard a bumblebee land on a lily pad in the water. I heard birds singing in the trees surrounding the pond, with the occasional sqwawk thrown in for good measure. Ahh, it was blissful!
“Debbie!” My facial person woke me up out of my reverie.
“What?!” I asked, surprised and alarmed.
“You’ve got to stop smiling! The natural mud pack I put on your face is cracking. You can’t move your face muscles!”
Haha! So my happy place got me into trouble. I smile often, so I never dreamt I would be told NOT to smile. Even so, I was glad to know that my happy place had indeed come to my rescue when I was bored. 🙂
Label side of a Compact Disc with corrosion on the back side (Depeche Mode – Condemnation, CD Bong 23, INT 826.765, Release year 1993) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)P.S. I made it out of the mud pack in one piece. The cracks did not cause my skin to fall off. Nope, it is nice and smooth. 🙂
The Sunshine Factor 