Let it Rain

Lovemydad
Sideways These Days

The music of the morning rain

just beyond my window pain

massaging the land with repetitious splashes of moisture.

Varying degrees of timbre and pitch

a choral cacophony

Fitting that nature should join my hearts phrase

Memories echo of long ago days

How many gallons have poured from the sky?

Can you pay that water bill? Neither can I…

Picking up pieces just tears of my heart

placing them down again,

oh where do I start?…

What’s about this paradigm of a need to say goodbye

Why?

he never did,

why should I?

it used to have us complain “you never say good-bye”

 

#neitherwilli #guessitstuck  #noneed #stayawhile #ohmemorykeepmewarm

#lifeissidewaysthesedays #missyoudad

I’m glad it rained on this anniversary of your passing. #breathe

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Soulful Sunday…John ÓDonohue Style……☀️

Top of the Morning to You! Reblogging this on fb and my wp site. Thanks for stirring the love for me (a week later). I can just see the green hills and the ocean beyond a land of my ancients, echoed here!
I have that Celtic Inspirations CD, and pulling it out for the rest of my day.

An Irish proverb: May this day be the worst day of the rest of your life!” >ToLife< ! Tru ~

Spiritual Dragonfly

Most mornings I am up before the sun, and this morning was no different…

“May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours,”  ~John O’Donohue~


It’s a quiet, beautiful start to the day…….but it was calling for something…that something turned out to be…………..Anam Cara


“Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfillment.”  ~John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom~

Sunrise….a good cup of coffee…some Celtic music and a big dose of John ÓDonohue. My Sunday is set…

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“Clowns to the left of me…”

“Clowns to the left of me…”

It was 1972 when this song hit #6 of the Hot 100 chart. I was twelve years old. The lyrics “stuck in the middle ” flowing in sync from my lips, resonating between my head and heart,  somehow giving me subtle permission to name call.

Age three: my place as the youngest child was usurped by the birth of my baby brother.  Elevated to the middle kid, no returns.

“Jokers to the right”

By the time I was eight, I determined to catch up with my distant cousins in performing the perfect cartwheel. I was prepped and ready to perform when I saw them again two years later.  News flash: the cartwheel was soooo yesterday, now they were spinning front and backflips. (sigh)

Oh, and add being old enough to wear fishnets and miniskirts to that bygone  list as well!

Fast Forward.

To the left of me, I am in touch with my being a late bloomin’ babyboomer only because big sister allowed me to tag along.

Further left (nothing political here) are the tried and true war veterans, workaholics and loyal salt-of-the-earth folk whose handshake is their blood signature. Love them, just not all the minutia.

To my right, some jokers yes, mostly newbies, Gen X, Millenniums and future tweets from a birth canal resident announcing its arrival. Each will soon be qualified to become my next employer. I applaud their social networking speed and ability to still manage their way into my pocketbook. (Pocketbook? Did I really type that word out loud?)

“Here I am.”

As I have experienced, there are many places to be in the middle: family feuds, messy bedrooms, trains of thought, paper to paperless, telegram to Instagram,  the middle of this page, still catching up.      My world is filled to capacity with these elements, and more.

 When it comes to intimacy and transparency, there is no room for middle ground.

“I’ve nothing to hide!” doesn’t mean “bare all.” “You have to be transparent” doesn’t mean diluted delivery to the whole wide world.

When I intend to communicate with you personally, it’s intimate, special delivery and for your eyes (and ears) only…

Stuck in the middle with you!”