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he could hear the birds. feel the heat beating down through the trees, yet without opening his eyes, he knew he wasn’t in a park. the smell of rusted metal, and old oil and grease permeated the air. his body was heavy, unresponsive, and whatever was on his chest was not going anywhere fast.

his eyes still closed, he knew, instinctively knew, that the weight on this chest was alive, and it was gazing hard, accessing, patiently waiting. Did he want to see what held him captive, sooner or later, he would have to look. The weight on his chest shifted, but did not move away, he could feel the warm breath on his face. He was too stiff, tired and dazed, it would be unwise to move suddenly, if he could at all. With a slow intake of his breath, he allowed his eyes to open.

the sun hurt his eyes but he forced himself to keep them open, there was lush vegetation all around from what he could see, he was surrounded by the remains of vehicles, he was in a graveyard of scrap metal. what he tried to avoid and was not succeeding were the dark emerald eyes flecked with gold that stared into his. There was no emotion not human anyway that looked into his, just a pair of hypnotic eyes that spoke volumes, but none that he could recognize.

suddenly the sun no longer gave him warmth. now he felt a chill, it travelled from his head down to his feet. This was something very different and very real, This was a she, he was sure, he was being held captive by a she, and he knew… she was wondering just what to do. She wasn’t hurting him, she wasn’t gentle, she was exploring and sizing him up, but for what. Why was he not afraid. what was it that kept him still, and wondering, almost a partner in this unknown dance.

life is what we make it. how we respond to situations in life, can change the course or direction of our lives. live being mindful of who you are and the opportunities around you. =^_^=

This is my story, that I’m sharing with you. My mind likes to invent when I’m driving and waiting for lights or in traffic.

PL Precept # 2 To live is to express One’s Self

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yesterday?

We actually saw people enjoying the water on a lake that we have passed many many times. That was different, and so nice to see. So often ball parks, manicured lawns, playgrounds are void of human laughter and activity.

We were headed to visit a friend we hadn’t seen in a number of years, She lives on a lake that is basically on private land, to get there one must travel a private road for miles. The kind of road where you see signs, telling you that it is private, and you travel it at your own risk. In other words it is maintained only by the people who own the land surrounding this lake.

It is isolated in a way, from inside her log and wood constructed home, when one looks out, one sees only the natural vegetation of the area. The trees on one side of the house are just an arms length away from the outside screened in porch .. where safely inside if you are very quiet, you can hear and see some of the daily activities of the creatures who call the wild area, their home. If you berry pick you do so knowing that a bear can be not that far away picking just like you.

The sun had been out, but on our arrival, thunder rolled across the sky, it seemed we were under a bowling alley, it was that close. From the shelter of the roof that covers the wide porch where we had parked, one can sit and just enjoy the storm as it passes by. Her son built her home, it is not a “cottage’ in the woods, it is a lovely big home, that can fit her extended family when they cone to visit It has a quiet charm, There is a television and with her two grandchildren spending summer with her, I was surprised ro learn there is now a computer in the house. There never had been before. I smiled when she thought for a moment, and said, “but I don’t think its working, besides the children are so busy being outdoors, i don’t see them on it” We are speaking of teenagers!

I have not used pictures from our trip, but very close examples of the ambiance we got to enjoy .. and appreciate for the time we were there. Unfortunately, we city folks were on a schedule of sorts, and had to move along. What I wanted to share was that.. so often I think that I am in a quiet place. AND…. in my reality I am, BUT yes (winks) there is always a but, what I found yesterday was that to really and truly enjoy the laid back environment I was in, I would need time to unwind.

When visiting I usually sit with my back to the kitchen, facing out at the lake, On nights where we have lingered after a meal, I have always been lulled by the quiet and total darkness that envelopes the home.

When staying with my friend, its an early night and an early day to a start to a day of fresh air and leisurely walks to scout out the new growth in the woods, or to admire her gardens that she loves to sprinkle in the cultivated areas on her property.

The last couple of years, she tells us that it is difficult to go into the wooded areas without being protected from head to toe because of ticks.

We were sorry to take our leave, but we did have a long journey back to the city. On the way we were going to stop in Kingston, interesting for me, that I was looking forward to some signs of a city, I wanted an iced coffee! Shame on me I know, but there you have it… as much as I enjoyed the hours of bliss in small towns, and the wonderful vistas of farm lands cottages, and lakes………………………..I wanted a Tim Horton*!

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*for non Canadians, Tim Horton’s is a coffee/donut chain

pics – Pinterest

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the listener

Holding her breath, she stood stalk still, she didn’t want to listen, but she couldn’t help but overhear the conversation in the hall. Her husband was talking to another woman as they approached the doorway she had been about to enter. As they got closer, she heard her husband’s voice lower, the way he did when he was going to tell her something endearing. The woman’s laugh was soft and pleasing, she couldn’t quite make out what her husband had said, but she did hear him call her darling. She froze, a chill ran down her spine, and all the happiness she had felt just a few minutes before evaporated. She didn’t continue on her journey and join them, instead she prayed they wouldn’t see her.. and leaned back hoping to remain out of sight.

When their footsteps faded as they descended the staircase to the reception area, she retreated back into the powder room. Her shoulders slumped, her head bowed, she let the sadness wash over her. How? when? why? she asked herself, somehow she couldn’t accept that her husband was unfaithful, yet she had heard him call the woman darling, and…… oh dear what was she to do….

A knock on the door startled her back to the moment…”everyone is waiting for you Millicent are you coming down?” Her sister voice was familiar, she felt the love and concern, “you’ve been gone for a while, is everything alright?” Straightening her shoulders, she looked at the woman in the mirror and smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes, but it would do. Her sister gave her a small hug, linked arms with her and together they descended the wide staircase.

SURPRISE!…Happy Birthday everyone cried out, laughing and throwing confetti at her, balloons were everywhere.. Standing at the bottom of the steps with his arms stretched out in welcome was her husband, and next to him a woman who looked familiar but she couldn’t place. “Darling” her husband said as he drew her into his arms with a loving hug, ” we have a surprise for you” … turning to the petite little brunette beside him, he said ” remember little Maggie, meet the very grown up Maggie” Feelings of joy and happiness washed over her, little Maggie, the little baby she had cared for till the family moved away. What a wonderful surprise, this is who her husband had been talking to, “Darling, are you alright?” her husband leaned over with concern in his voice. What a fool she had been, she had not listened to all that was being said, and she had not walked out and greeted them when the were coming down the hallway, instead, she had let herself react to the few words she heard, and let her own insecurities sweep her into a total heartbreak moment.

When we listen to music we listen to all the notes, when we listen to others speak, we should be sure of what we heard before we react, not always easy, but it is worth the effort if it is important to our mental health. Live today to your fullest.

Namaste -Oyashikiri

*painting found on cotedetexas.blogspot.com

** painting found on fashion-era.com

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Good Morning everyone

I would like to do something a little different today, I wrote this in January 1995. Thank you for allowing me to share a past moment with you.

————– W O R D S ———————

Looking out into the night, with only the shadow of dusk on the horizon, the fading lights of the car seemed to draw his mind to another time in space. He could have stopped her from leaving, but then instead of being alone with his thoughts,he would have had to listen, and be attentive. No,he no longer cared if he had to eat alone, or wake up with no one by his side, for once he was happy by himself.

He looked down at his hands,. Such sensitive hands, at least he thought them to be… he remembered how his hand had looked against the whiteness of her skin…. how when he reached out to draw her to him, his fingers had felt the softness of her hair….If only she had not spoken. Why was it that whenever he began to feel close, when the fiery warmth began to grow within him, words would render him cold.

There was a time when he would easily have pushed aside the momentary irritations of speech and continued on into paradise. Alas, that time had passed. With time he had learned that sooner or later the “words” would come, there was no escaping them…

With the dusk casting long shadows on the road before her she found her thoughts floating back to the silent figure at the window. She could have stayed, she knew how wonderful it would have been. How gentle his hands, how loving his touch. When he reached to hold her, she had felt her body respond to his need… his closeness catching her breath. such contentment, he wanted to share “all” with him. He’d stemmed her words wanting only to pursue the moment.

She felt her hand on the wheel… the smoothness of the leather, the power of the engine as it purred along. There was a tightness in the pit of her stomach that longed to be eased… her mind was caught in that space of time, when she so easily could have succumbed to the melting passion that balanced so precariously on the brink of her consciousness.

Somehow she had pulled away, she needed more… words were part of who she was, she was fine on her own, she liked having the bed to herself at night. Over time she had learned that she could not live in a world void of “‘words”.