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Snow what a  blessing

from above, crystals

with prisms that catch the light

an art form,

that can  dazzle and delight

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it is true, we can’t fall asleep

in plain sight,

enjoying the sun the same way

we can in summer

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oh, but other delights await us

and the winter fun can begin

the slops are being groomed

snowshoes  are being readied

I can smell the baking pies

and anticipate the wonder

in the children’s eyes

the    happy smiles

when they fly down a hill

all bundled up, on their first toboggan ride

oh dear.. there is always

an old bear, who wants us to know

winter or not

he will have his time in the sun

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truth be told

he is right of course,

no matter the season

there is never a  good reason

to get out and enjoy

the day no matter what

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I for one

will wear my new dress

and have fun

PL Precept #1     Life is Art

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hmmm somehow Mr. Snowman, I don’t think that this is a friendly kiss

1st and hedgehog picture are mine, others from social media

Picadilly Theatre

Taken from Wikipedia.. cut and paste

Theatre or theater[1] is a collaborative form of fine art that uses live performers, typically actors or actresses, to present the experience of a real or imagined event before a live audience in a specific place, often a stage. The performers may communicate this experience to the audience through combinations of gesture, speech, song, music, and dance. Elements of art, such as painted scenery and stagecraft such as lighting are used to enhance the physicality, presence and immediacy of the experience.[2] The specific place of the performance is also named by the word “theatre” as derived from the Ancient Greek θέατρον (théatron, “a place for viewing”), itself from θεάομαι (theáomai, “to see”, “to watch”, “to observe”).

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The pictures themselves are part  of my collection of places that speak to me.  We have driven by when the doors have been open to air the place.  But, I have not been inside.

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It sits on a main street, there are houses close by, where people still live.  When I stopped to take the pictures, a walker  walked past, and greetings were shared. There was no concern or interest in my standing there, taking pictures.  Just another “tourist’ taking in the sights.

I have spoken to the lady who owns the building, she operates a small antique and knick knack shop near by.  In her plans, somewhere  down the road, she would like to fix it up and do something with it.  Meanwhile it sits.

Sometimes I feel like my body and mind are like the building.  I am here, I function, just don’t know how brilliantly I’m handling the day.

Today, I was searching through the “arts and crafts” section in a chain Thrift Shop (it is for profit, and gives a big percentage to the Diabetes agency in our area)  I came away with some great finds.. Things that  had I gone to the local “big store” Craft, hobby, or Stationary shops for, would have cost me 3 – 4 times more

It works for me, because over the years, I have worked with these products and purchased them at full price for “work” in a Corporate or Health Care Setting. People pass them on because something newer has come along, name has been changed, and it has a fancier package, and important here… it is marketed to the consumer by Crafting, and Hobby specialists  via You Tube or the company’s own website.

250 envelopes at 2.99 less 30% discount, is more appealing to me, than a box of 100 for 15$ plus taxes.  The drafting paper I got, 18 sheets for 2.99 less 30%  works for me, does the same job as the pad of specialty paper for 24$, and a real find was photo paper, gloss a package of 50 for 50 cents… versus 1 sheet for  89 cents

The relic that I am, had a darn good day.  I am excited about trying my goodies out, just as a theater goer is primed and eager to see a new movie or play. The Picadilly theater still stands,  the  sign above the door, still sits proudly announcing the function of the building. Every time I go by, I will wave, and wish it continued success  that it will go on  standing proud, no matter how the years fade and wear its facade down.

PL Precept # 12  Everything has a way according to its Name

Every day, in every way

we are the main character

in our very own play

Act 1, scene 1

starts the minute your

day has begun.

Oyashikiri

Fall explosion

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autumn – the season of fire and molten gold

when the wealth of the heavens opens up with a glory untold

each year it is a unique explosion of colour

each day we are treated to the various hues

of reds, golds, orange and greens

they come together in a polychromatic feast for the eyes

that no artist can duplicate if he/she tried.

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The trees stand so tall and proud,

arms outstretched towards the vast  azure sky

their harlequin adornments giving celebration to life

what majesty, what splendour

the moment is sublime, I feel so exalted

the exaltation is not exaggerated

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my high is real, its natural and it is pure

through God’s grace, I am blessed to be here this day

I am filled with the spirit of fall, of fullness, of harvest

life is a cycle, LIFE IS ART

and you and I are ONE

Under the moon, stars and sun.

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

a wish was granted .

gift of life, Bob Moawad

Thank you, each and every one of you that got in touch with me with your prayers and loving energies.
The doctors advised the parents, that nothing more could be done, that young man’s wish for freedom from the bonds of life were granted.

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Although I got to spend only a few times with this young man, I always  felt his kindness and soft gentle manner.  He may not have always been so with others, but my meetings with him were always a pleasure. He lost his granfmother a few years back, and his grandfather this past spring, he had a lot of suffering and pain around him.  It is not always easy to remain positive and strong when all around you are others fending off challenges of their own.

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In his silence, he spoke volumes, was anyone listening?   We will never know what his thoughts were the last few minutes of his life, but we will remember the man who was a son, brother,uncle, nephew  and friend to those around him, who loved him then and love him now.

His passing will help others, who are facing doubt and anxieties themselves.  It will encourage those of us who knew this young man, to be more aware of other’s needs, and perhaps help us to be better listeners, even to the silence, the space between the words.

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My dear nephew, I missed saying goodbye

you decided to simply leave to seek the freedom you so fiercely sought

I understand, I truly do, now you can be with “Mom and “Dad”

say hi, and let them know we are all coasting along here and doing our best

to not wail and cry that you’ve gone away,

of course, you know we will, cuz you were just that special kind of guy

who knew how to be a gem and a true gentleman, when you wanted of course

For sure I know how much your parents appreciated the help you were

during times when they were just not sure of how they would cope

with the burdens of life, there you were, able to help, and you did

you know now how much you are missed, and how much we do really care

wherever you are, whatever you are doing

be happy, and KNOW you are loved.

my only regret is that somehow we failed to let you know

just how much,

My memory of you will be the  last time we met, as we hugged in our shared momemt

of saying goodbye to “Dad”

You are physically gone, but you will not be forgotten.

Rest In Peace

Namaste        –        Oyashikiri

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the lonely tear

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the rain fell, I could hear it beating relentlessly on the window pane

I knew eventually it would end, just like I knew that tomorrow

would be another day,  whether the sun shone, or it didn’t

the pain inside, would still be the same

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when we open our hearts to love without restriction, only unconditional love

we agree to the live the roller coaster of emotion that will eventually

wash over us. as we are betrayed by the one lonely tear

that single tear that escapes to leave a trail of scaring from the past

reminding us … that… like the love songs on the radio

to know love is to know sadness and sorrow

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no, not for love lost, but for a love so strong that it embraces the hurt and disappointments

of another, and cries in frustration at not being able to erase the other’s pain

to love  with untethered , unbridled passion, so intense, so powerful

that the one single tear,holds the commitment of all eternity

a love pure. strong and so divine, that no name or word can describe

the wonder of that single tear

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one can’t know love without knowing the agony of a bruised and broken heart

to open up to a love so sublime that the single tear  is a subliminal message

to the brain and heart, that at this moment, at this time, you are in a state

of now and forever… the lonely tear is a testament to all that has gone before

and the proof a human heart beats in time to the

rhythm of life’s ongoing energy

of love in the now

forever and always

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This song played over and over in my head…I felt I had to express how it affected me,,

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