Blue thoughts on Yellow

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Photo: Karen Forte

 

In middle school the uniforms

Were yellow tops and blue skirts

For the girls,

Yellow tops and blue slacks

For the boys.

 

The hue of yellow

In the official

Button downs,

Was a pale shade that made

Even the ruddy

Cheeks of children

Wash out

In the sun.

 

I used to think perhaps

This was the only color

Merchants had on overstock

When the school had first opened:

A fabric rescued

After years of fade brought on

By being forgotten

By everyone.

 

Oh, it was a decent enough school,

With friends I have kept

In touch with since the

Beginning of Sixth Grade.

It was the yellow hue

That had me blue.

 

Decades passed

And while

The beauty and the range

Of it in nature

Does indeed move me to tears,

I’m yet to own

A yellow garment

Even after

All these years.

 

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Blue and Yellow

 

Wrap It Up In Gratitude

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Photo by Carl Attard on Pexels.com

 

Me being a softy for all manner of new beginnings, wrapping ups, looking back and facing forward, I’ve decided to participate in this lovely idea of a blog-to-blog blanket of gratitude, friendship, and community. Want to join? Read how here (also, thank you, Dale – for the idea).

The short of it? Set a timer for 15 minutes and let loose: write, detail, list, describe and put your gratitude into words. No edits needed. No wrong answers. No test at the end. Nothing to lose and everything to gain.

If you are so inclined, read my unedited, uncensored Gratitude Wrap Up — here I Go!

  1. Family. A blessing even wordy-me hasn’t enough words for.
  2. Friends. For all the gifts of laughter and joy.
  3. Joy. Because life is so much richer with it.
  4. Life. Without it, there would be nothing.
  5. This planet. Without it there would be no life as we know it.
  6. Oxygen. I adore the stuff. Can’t imagine living without it.
  7. Water. The obvious stuff, but also in rivers and oceans. Especially the beach.
  8. Waves. In the sea. In the ebb and flow of life. In the ups and downs of everything. In hellos and even in the sweet sorrow of goodbyes (for there had to have been a hello for there to be a goodbye).
  9. Light and the gift of sight.
  10. Colors. In nature. In emotion. In people. In energy. In food. In flowers.
  11. Flowers. Not so much the cut ones in bouquets as the ones still living, blooming loudly without shame or apology.
  12. Apologies. For making room for amends and for allowing humility, humanity, empathy, fallibility, and compassion.
  13. Compassion. I’d put it first. But this is unedited and … it really fits everywhere. Any day. Any time.
  14. Time. To live. To breathe. To be. To learn. To write.
  15. Learning. For there is so much more to know!
  16. Writing. Because, well, it is like breathing.
  17. Breathing. It’s lovely. Also, see #6 …
  18. Children. For everything they are and the hope they hold and the laughter they bring and the teachers they are.
  19. Hope. The hope you feel. The hope you know. The hope you may be able to give someone, someday. The hope you might’ve forgotten but now remember.
  20. Memories. So many of those. Some I might’ve wished to never know, but since they are part of me, I’d rather know than not, for they are all a part of me and made me into who I am today.
  21. Today. Every day. There would be not past or present or future without it.
  22. Tomorrow. For exemplifying hope by working on becoming a today and by that showing trust in what can be.
  23. Trust. For the depth of connection it allows, especially as it is never something I take for granted, having known betrayal.
  24. Connection. No person is truly an island. We need our shores to touch those of others, through waves and flow and ebb and sun and rain and heart and sound.
  25. Sound. For the gifts of hearing, listening, and understanding.
  26. Comprehension. For this world is complicated enough, and I am grateful to know some meaning.
  27. Meaning. For life. For love. For connection. For work.
  28. Work. Because to live is to work. Not just in what one defines as a job, but in what one can define their life’s work to be, and the glimpses of the plan.
  29. Plans. Love them. Sometimes I am not sure I feel the love, but I know I do, someplace, or I’d have never made the plans …
  30. Love.
  31. Love.
  32. Love.
  33. Repetition. Some things get better the more you know them. The more you do them. The more time you spend in them. They improve with age.
  34. Aging. Seriously. I’ve earned every wrinkle. I’ve labored in the sun for every freckle. I’ve stitched every bit of wisdom, sometimes from tatters of harder times to make a quilt of who I am.
  35. Being me. Not because I’m so special, but because we each are. And I’m happy for the opportunity to be me. Just because (also, I’m a limited edition. They broke the mold after making me, so it’ll be a waste to not make the most of it even if just because I’m super curious to see how I’ll unfold).
  36. Curiosity. Can’t help it. Don’t want to change it. Wonder where it’s all coming from.
  37. Wonder. It keeps me on my toes. It keeps my ‘awwww’ and ‘wow’ and ‘whoa’ muscles working.
  38. Muscles. I’ve got the skinny-Minnie edition of those, so I’m grateful for every fiber: they keep me upright, they keep my fingers typing (yeah!). They keep my heart pumping.
  39. Heart. In all its manifestations. Even broken hearts are better than being heartless. I’m so so grateful to have heart and to know so many people who have golden ones.
  40. Gold. Not the metal, but the color – in the sunrise, in the sunset, in the sparkle, in the light.
  41. Sunrise and sunset. They never fail to quicken my heart and expand my soul.
  42. Soul. It’s older than this body. It’s wiser than this life. It’s been hanging around this universe a while, and it’s been traveling in a little cluster with other souls, most of whom I totally adore.
  43. The universe. Don’t understand it. Can’t grasp the size of it. Not sure I really ‘get’ how it went ‘bang’ and where it is expanding or collapsing into, but I sure am grateful for it. May even be grateful for extraterrestrials. Come to think of it, I bet I already know a few such travelers.
  44. Travel. To new-to-me and known-to-me places. It expands my mind and nourishes my spirit.
  45. Nourishment. In all its forms but especially in its most basic, which I know so many in this world still struggle to have access to, even as there should be more than enough for all of us. Having healthy food isn’t something to take for granted.
  46. Health. This, too, in all its forms and in its most fundamental. I’ve been blessed to know both health and some of its challenges. It keeps me grateful. It keeps me aware.
  47. Awareness. Being conscious is a good thing. Seriously. I know what I’m talking about.
  48. Talking. I’m SO grateful for the gift of gab. I’d implode if I didn’t have words.
  49. Words. Language. Communication. My elements. My calling. My profession. My path.
  50. Journey. Especially that of life. With all of you who cross my path and join my path and whose path I am allowed to join. I’m so so grateful.

 

 

Want to make your own stream-of-consciousness gratitude list? Follow the link below.

For the 2018 Annual attitudes of gratitude list

Yellow Tressed

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Dressed not in flowers

But leaves

It still glory

Receives,

Glowing without

Reserve

To the accolades

It deserves.

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD Challenge

Fields of Gold

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left we’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

(Songwriters: Dannii Minogue, Gordon Summer, Henrik Johan Korpi, Karen Poole, Mathias Johanson)

Here’s the version as sang by Sting in 1993:

And one of my favorite renditions by Eva Cassidy (RIP, Eva, your music goes on):

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Field

 

History’s Layers

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Layered rock

Cracks and rifts

Blackened hearths

Tribes adrift

Weight of time

Overhead

Stories told

But not dead.

 

For Wits End Photo Challenge

 

Walk This Way

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Walk this way

To the water

Where the goats

Cleared a path.

Walk this way

Where the feet

Of the ancients

Have passed.

Walk this way

Little brother

I will give you

My hand.

Walk this way

And together

Our adventures

Expand.

 

 

For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

 

(Some) Favorites

 

 

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Here’s to (some) all time favorites

To the “Wow! This is it!”

To the ooohs and the ahhhs

That make my smiles repeat.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge