Zzzzzz...

Restless, exhausted, full from a hearty meal...just plain old tired.

Our pillow seems as if it is calling our name, asking us to come and rest. Sleep is a mental and physical regenerator. Our minds organize, store and discard information and memories and our bodies mend and heal and relax from another hard days work.

We welcome the rest at times, during others, it is though we are overcome by it, almost hypnotized by a spell.

As morning approaches, we a roused awake by our internal clock, jolted awake though angry beeping or serenaded awake from soft musical notes or the soothing voice of a loved one.

Depending on the activities prior to sleeo we may meet the world fresh and ready, groggy and dragging (until we get our morning coffee) or slowly approaching the new day at the same pace of the sun, creeping on the horizon.

Cheers to a Good Morning for all my readers out there!

Paz.

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Panqueques...

Prior to owning a home the thoughts of self maintenance and upkeep are someone else's responsibility. As we enjoy a space that is temporarily ours we are sure not to take it to home make over extremes or breaking down walls to create a personalized living experience.

Still unsure of the after myself, I have heard accounts and seen experiences of those who own homes and those that rent them too. The many leaves to be raked, the busted water tank, the lists of repairs and scheduled home depo visits...

Most of all the pride of cleaning and maintaining a home you own, basking in the comfort and relaxation of your space; full of the warmth you've added and welcomed into it.

Home is where your heart is? Or is it that home is where your home is?

We find ourselves looking for a place to settle, knowing that when we see it, when we drive through the city streets, that our heart will know it. Let's just hope that when our heart awakens to it, our mind will be open to listen, and our journey facilitated by Divine intervention.

Paz.

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zoom Zoom ZOOM

Dropped off

Picked up

Waiting on buses

Wearing down sneakers and sandals

After cozying into the driver's seat of your first car the memories of hopping rides and being confined to the mapped bus lines seem so far, far, away.

Life after learning how to drive you gain a sense of confidence. To add, life with a car brings a traveling freedom and possible financial stretch if not careful with planning.

Paz.
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Precipitation Granted

'when it rains it pours'

'there is always sunshine after rain'

'singin' in the rain'

'joy and pain, like sunshine and rain'

Dedicated to my Friday and your Friday too.

Mostly the day will begin with a damp breeze and clear skies. The sun will beam down on the earth as if wanting to embrace every inch of each leaf and flower. As the day progresses, the clouds swirl, much like the blending process of a McDonalds flurry.

The sky goes from soft blue to a purpleish grey rising from one corner of our horizon slowly to the next. They grey clouds dominate the sky and thunder is heard in the near distance.

Instant thoughts - where is my umbrella, ella, ella, eh - eh - eh?

Hey! Found it! -->
As the rain begins to fall, the clouds sigh in relief. No longer holding the weight of precipitation, but now free to float higher or dissipate. The ground filled with much needed water and nourishment and brought to life after being drained from hot afternoon sun.

The smell in the air following a power shower of raindrops is warm and sweet and woodsy. The moisture clings to the air surrounding us and our own feelings feel as fresh as the quenched ground we walk on.

Enjoy the featured clip...one of my favorites, a classic and inspiration on how to live and love life indeed.

Paz.

Niños

A blessing, a responsibility, a challenge and a reward.

Living life minus the responsibility of a dependent is carefree. Time to devote to self exploration or hours of thoughtless TV watching. Freedom of choice to uproot and relocate and planning for one. Minimal thoughts of what the future holds for another and focus mostly on our own goals.

The life of those with children are not the opposite, but instead, enhanced. Some parents are made by choice, others do the choosing. The time comes in a person's life, in a parents life, where you choose to involve yourself. You can be just as much of an active parent as you can a distant one, even when living in the same home. You choose whether or not to attend the games and performances or to devote your time to your personal work (hobbies, employment, nothing, etc.).

Your choices now become a part of the life of the dependent. The independence is lost but your identity remains. Feed both and you succeed.

Paz.


p.s. I posted to the wrong blog at first. Oops! That would have been bad.... ::sigh of relief::

Papyrus

Prose dedicated to pages everywhere.

As thin to drift in air it is weightless now. Prior to, written in stone.

Stone withstands and becomes stronger with heat. Leaflets and sheets vanish in heat, are malleable to crumple and mistaken for trash if not typefaced.

Writing in stone takes time. Letters etched with metal objects that were born in fire and molded to facilitate communication through script but with pictures first.

Symbols came to replace the oral histories and stories of the ancients.

Stone stories preserved, paper ones too.

Now? Intangible locationless space ridden words floating with no owner except if linked. And if not, a chance for anonymity and communication blogreaderworthy. But then, where are you when I need you? Oh, that's right.... Google Search.

Are we losing our grip on script or tangibility? Is holding more important than pressing send? Is publishing worth more when your text reaches a library and reaches me by chance? Or is your reaching me now heightening my need for you and your need to be recognized?

Last days of challenging have given way to inspired prose dedicated to the pages that remain unread of mine, unheard of advice, and still not published.

Finish line in sight. Keep running, keep writing, etch it into stone. All the while, remaining protected from the elements and forever ingrained in hearts, no matter the time -past or future- just presently scribed.

Paz.

Rainbows!!!!!!!!!

Prior to today, weather made sense. Rain came in Spring, Sun in Summer, Snow in Winter and the leaves fell in Fall.

However, after watching the ground swirl with leaves and getting caught in the rain while the sun was blindingly bright, I am not so sure of my weather expertise.

Before the weatherman, we leaned on the lived accounts of weather patterns and the smell of the air.

Now we watch forecasts and google temperature outlooks. We trust computerized technology to tell us when the sun will rise and set and what our wardrobe should reflect.

Except when it rains in the sunshine unexpectedly and is followed rainbows...

Paz.

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