Jimmy Buffett - Come Monday (1974)

 

When the Dust Falls Away

 

Forgive the slights...

 

 

Ecclesiastes 3:4
A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.

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Love came to me today

 

Love came to me today, dressed up in countless different ways, as if she was a child with an enormous dressing-up box.

She came to me first as a cup of coffee - made for me without my needing to ask - and, as I left the house, she was dressed as a coat that someone draped around my shoulders to keep me warm against the cold.

She disguised herself later as an arm around my shoulders whilst I cried, and as a message that said "I'm thinking of you"; as shared laughter when I met with a friend, and as a smile from a stranger.

She wasn't always easy to spot, and her disguises were not always pretty. Sometimes she was dressed as the ache of missing someone or the pain of faded dreams; and sometimes she wore the face of hard truths and difficult decisions. Most of the time she did not show up dressed like fanfare or fireworks, but like that little light we leave on at night: a lingering glow whispering, "I'm here."

Yes, Love came to me today; in so many disguises that it would have been easy to miss her.

But I didn't miss her, because I felt her there.

And tomorrow, I think I'll dress up my love in the shape of a hug; in the form of a warm smile and a morning cup of coffee...

And I'll make sure that other people feel love too.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2025

Gorgeous artwork by Lisa Aisato

This poem is from If The Stars Could Speak

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You

 

You are allowed to outgrow,

The younger versions of yourself,

Over time we evolve and change,

Our transformation is our wealth.

We can no longer think the same way,

As we did when we were twenty,

Time has taught us lessons,

And we've gained experience aplenty.

Our path is a journey of learning curves,

Each season brings a different stage,

We are narrating our own life story,

From birth to youth to old age.

We can never travel backwards,

We are bound to shed old skin,

And move on through the years ahead,

To appease the soul within ..

C.E. Coombes.

Art via Pinterest

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I had a dream

 

I had a dream 

Built up inside

That the grass was greener

On the other side

So, I packed my things

And booked a flight

To a nicer place

And a quieter life

But what I found

Once I was there

I felt the same

No matter where

The place had changed

But my state of mind

Was the one to blame

The entire time

Jimmy Osborne

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Slow Down

 

Slow down, stop rushing through your days,

There's so much passing you by,

You fail to notice the beautiful detail,

of all that's right here, before your eyes.

When did you last find the time,

Just to sit and appreciate,

The painted wings of a passing butterfly,

on the flowers, just outside your gate?

Or the way birds hop from branch to branch,

When they're singing in the trees,

Or the rich red hue on a foxes coat,

The lulling sound of a Summer breeze?

The way the green trees glisten

When the sun streams through their leaves,

The faith within a person's eyes,

When they truly do believe?

Do you ever stop to notice anything

That's outside your daily routine?

Maybe you have become blinkered

There's so much you have not seen.

So just slow down and ponder,

the quiet wonders that each day brings,

And start to open up your eyes

to all these beautiful, natural things ..

Serendipity Corner

C.E. Coombes for Serendipity Corner

Art: Asia Spettel