Dreaming Existence

Broken Butterflies


Every now and then I am inspired to share this song, written and sung by a talented lady from my home state. I have loved the melody, slow and melancholic, the words that wind and twist in ways only the individual listening can comprehend for themselves. It is a work of art and has meant something just a little bit different to me at various times in my life’s unfolding. 
I was sifting through my endless photos this evening, determined to finally put together that pictorial book of poems that has been infecting my brain for some years now, encouraged by the kind words of my friends and followers. I filed through images of thoughtful monkeys, bright and brilliant birds, as well as so many bees, dipping their faces into stores of golden pollen. Then came the butterflies. As I chose a few treasured images, I came across this one in a series I took while at a lovely garden in Roswell, Georgia. I know a lot of people who would have just passed this one by, deleted the imag…

Terra Reparo! 
The ocean gave me a wand and I’ve decided to put it to good use.  She has so many gifts to share and now she will be threatened again.  When will we learn?



And for Linda Hill’s SoCS  prompt, here is a bit of ‘dazzle’ the sea was sharing with us. 

This song has been in my head today which means it is asking to be heard. I grew up with The Monkees and Saturday children’s and teen shows. Age appropriate fare that included humor and often good music. (We won’t talk about Road Runner and Wile E.Coyote right now.😉) I was in love with Davy Jones from the time I was nine and it went on through my teens. I always loved this song, so here it is for you. 


"Shades Of Gray"




When the world and I were young
Just yesterday
Life was such a simple game
A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along

But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray


I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise

When I was in elementary-or grade-school, depending on what region of the country you grew up in, we had regular weekly visits by the music teacher. These were the golden days of my school years, those days when we got a reprieve from the brain strain of Mathematics and Science. The reading was always dandy with me. History is fun, but the memorization of dates and locales detracted from the joy of the events for me.And I don’t have enough space or time to express my joy over art sessions.

Back to music...we were taught some amazing folk ballads and they really made an impression on my young child/old soul’s heart. The song I am highlighting here is one of those special ballads, a piece of personal expression almost too melancholy for the frivolous and too prophetic for the old and weary.  For me, it speaks of every person’s journey in this Illusion we call life.

For the detail oriented among you (Dan 😉) I am including a bit of history from Wikipedia. Then there is the ballad, calli…

Displaced, dropped from space into this human race, leaving no trace, my true identity
erased. .
Alone I roam the minutes  of the long days spinning into months that turn to years. With tears I mark the passing.
Glimpses, like shadows viewed in the periphery of my clouded vision, too full of chaos and sound around  me
I need to hear your voice, Mother, to feel your love, Father the kinship of a brother that I never really knew beyond our childish games-our names scratched on the sidewalk.
Come back! What I lack is kindred spirit, the connection, resurrection of the flame to ease the shame of forgetting and regretting  the fall.
It was but for such an  error that I walk through life in terror, neither knowing friend or foe and no matter where I go, it follows. fear always an unwilling guest serving pain in spite of all my best efforts to deflect, reject the lie.
Have I been abandoned in this  world of angry souls?
Will you ever come to take me back into that bosom of pure energy where…

Changing, rearranging, adapting, growing...metamorphosis. Sometimes it seems perfectly painless and beautiful, like watching an ugly caterpillar (I think they’re all pretty) spin a cocoon and lie dormant until such time as it emerges-transformed-into a glorious spotted butterfly.



Then there are those changes thrust upon us, life altering events that shatter our ideas about what is normal and perfect, right and wrong, beautiful and ugly. Injury, illness, loss and suffering can leave scars that may be nearly imperceptible to those around us but that loom in our own view as insurmountably ugly.
I feel most things come into my life for a reason and  try my best to understand these events, images and occurrences with an open mind. I feel the same uncertainty, sorrow and frustration as anyone else; but at some point, knowing that the universe is an intricate tapestry of Existence that is interdependent upon every thread that was woven into it from the beginning, I seek reason within the ma…