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Moon/Sun Walk

The sun played peek-a-boo

with the moon today.

Borrowed some glasses and

saw it first hand.

I walked.  I saw a rabbit.

Haven’t seen any this year

where I walk.  They’re all hanging

out at the new veggie garden the

farmers are growing.  Don’t

blame them.  Pretty slim pickings

other years I would imagine–

dry dusty fields and whatever

they could find.  It was a little

rabbit–almost tame.  The

younger ones let you come

nearer.

The white egret I spotted flew

off as soon as I came into view–

at least 50 yards off.  Very

skittish.

I walked in the eclipse.

Dim outside, bright inside.

 

 

 

 

 

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Opening My Heart

I open my heart

it’s scary

I feel vulnerable

unprotected

but I am open

trusting myself

to handle it all.

I think my heart

will stay open

if I ask it to.

Otherwise it may

be too scared

to open fully

fearing the

dragon’s breath

of rage

now let loose

with the doors

wide open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Being My Old Self

I KNOW I’m too tired to write.

I can barely see the page (I am sober!)

Maybe somber.

I phasing into a more energetic

way of life.  Changed my diet to even

healthier by adjusting the proportions.

As a result, I have more time to play & live

life, instead of caring for & licking

my “unhealthy” wounds–the ones

that had no energy to go out &

be  with others.

So who would want me (my company)?

I’m usually over my head in

relationships, doing better solo.

But that’s just it–so low.

If I have the energy,

I want to be with others.

Community, dating,

friendships, without them

stripping my energy to

the bone.

I’m only social for so long–

introverted type–then I need

to recharge.  Usually a

looong recharge.

Cuts into my social

(what social life?) life.

So, I welcome a higher

level of energy.

Somehow all this is

going to land in my

lap, without doing a

lot of chasing around

to get it.

Close up of Blue-eyed Beauty (Osteospermum)

Close up of Blue-eyed Beauty (Osteospermum)

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

 

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Rapport

Said hello

and goodbye

and in between

2 hours evaporated

into what seemed

like a few seconds.

Actually, timelessness.

There seemed no time

involved.

I was so totally engrossed

& involved in effortless

conversation.

I found myself eloquently

fluent in my expression

of words and even more

so between the lines.

I tapped into a source

I couldn’t have broke

into before.

Somehow, I found

my way into and out

of my creative genius

without trying.  The

ideas and words just came

to me & no matter

how difficult the concept

initially seemed to

convey, I did it with

ease, rarely reaching

for a word I couldn’t

find.

 

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Make Your Mark

I surrender my pen

to the paper I write on.

It can direct my arm &

hand to create or not.

I leave it up to Divine

Providence.

To keep feelings

enclosed harbors

all manner of the

possibility–even

the probability–of

disease manifesting.

I know some things I

want to try but to

rope them in seems

excessive.

They will walk up to me

when I’m ready

and open to the risk

of a new & seemingly

dicey experience.

I’ll know when it’s one

day too early or too late.

A belated life may be more

interesting than one that’s

on time.

Skipping something

because it’s past the deadline

douses the fires of your

enthusiasm to mark the

world with your hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Silent Walking

I celebrate the silence,

the solace of the woods

so graciously “being”

basking in the sun

welcoming my passage

through their humble

abode.

No need to straighten up

the place for my presence

they have nothing to

be ashamed of–their

house is in order, as is.

My mind dwells deep

within in such

silent distractions.

It can hear itself think.

And feel.

It  can receive

and wake up to

the creative wealth

wanting to sprout

and grow in the

sunlight, also.

It can even rest

without much

or any activity

at all.  It just

enjoys being

unpressured to be.

 

 

 

 

 

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OK Just as I am

I’m ok just as I am, huh?

That’s a weird, strange concept.

I always figured a little touch

up here & there wouldn’t hurt.

A small improvement in performance.

Increased horsepower or maybe

solar power these days.

I don’t need a make over?  hmm.

Maybe I’m not looking at

the same me others are.

When I talk to them I feel

a bit more ok when nothing’s

changed but our chat.

Can’t puff myself up

set up for deflation

by a pin wielding

Madman or woman?

What a concept.  OK as

I am. Hmm.  That

puts me out of a job!

I’ve been a constant

self-improver

wanting to tap

my deepest potential.

I guess I can still do

that while not feeling

deficient in any way.

Constantly not liking my

paint job, looking for a

good deal to shine my

fenders & polish my brass.

 

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Pondering Steps

I’m too tired to write.

No, you’re not.  Just write something.

It will be wonderful.

I love my long walks.  Alone.  And in

the woods–no other human around.

No one can see me.  I rarely encounter

another.

There, I can think.  Feel.  Reflect.

Project.  Plan–tentatively,

usually.

Only Nature is my distraction.  Or a

chance encounter with a friendly

soul I sometimes see.

Everyone else is sanely inside.

Locked in a/c homes.

Some homeless campers–no a/c

of course.  But they’re not walking

around in the 100+ degree heat.

I really reflect “hard” when

something’s on my mind.

I’m too tired to write, like I

said, but I wrote

something anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Wind Blows

When the wind blows

you tell it to be quiet.

Little does the wind

know your need for

peace and silence.

Whoa! it says.  You–

little you–want me

to stop my uproar

for your pleasure &

preference?  Umm, yes.

You happy now?

Umm, yes.  Thank you.

Nature doesn’t always

cooperate to our every

whim.  Actually, it

rarely does.

We don’t think we can

control its fury & might.

We can & we do.

At any rate, you need to

speak up, make your

needs known and then

& only then, do you have any

chance of success.

The wind’s going to blow.

Make sure it doesn’t

disturb you.

Tell it to quiet down

when it’s too noisy.

See if it listens…

and complies.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new

light.

You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more

magnified.

But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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