It was one of those lazy days of summer. Feet planted in the sand, I stop for a moment or three to make conversation with my feathered friends, who were having quite the day of their own.
Soft-spoken selection of being in the pink
Limited only
By my ability to dream - or not
It would seem - or not
I choose to be out in the garden today, after my excursion to the house on the shore. I got there, only to find, my neighbor had already mowed my yeard with a few acres. A man with a kind soul.
When life isn't quite perfect, and the disappointments of the moment crowd together, all I have to do is look around this world to see how wrong I am. There are days and then, there are days of great beauty. Always. There are countless moments in any given day, that add up, leaving me to welcome another day, where the admission is always free. Can't you see? Today is a #BeautifulSunday hosted by @Ace108. You can see his post here. It just wouldn't be Sunday without it!
May you stumble upon some happiness and sunshine today. Who can resist the gentle breeze, blowing through the loose ends of your hair? I found some sun and shine in the garden, seeking the company of one another. Breathe deeply and let the day swallow you whole. After all, how many #SubimeSunday's will you get this week? We thank @c0ff33a for his sublimity. You can see his post for this week here.
What if?
You were here, without this dream
Would my heart slow down and begin to breathe?
Would words suddenly become obsolete?
Would our souls continue to touch that place?
Our lips, our lips
Will they meet their fate?
What if?
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Savor the flavor of these tiny moments... the most perfect of them and everything in between. The unspoken beauty in your day, it is there, right before your very eyes. Sometimes, we just don't recognize it for what it is... Behold! And just like that this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. I want to take a moment to thank our hosts @Ace108 for his #BeautifulSunday and to @c0ff33a for his #SublimeSunday. Electic and true, he stands by his randomness! You should too.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Some days, it is not as easy to see, just how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire
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