Hundreds and Hundreds #SoCS

 Well, here it is, Saturday once again, and me not feeling inspired to write much. There has been a lot of personal upheaval for me that I have kept to myself but that has left me feeling drained and uninspired. 

Cue Dan Antion over at No Facilities . I try to never miss any of his interesting, informative and colorful posts, especially on Saturday, where you might find yours truly tending bar sometimes. He may not know it but I rely on his posts for knowing the SoCS prompt theme.  Check out his post today to see who will be making a surprise visit to the bar real soon. He’s a celebrity of sorts for the bartenders there. 

Back to the prompt which is more than a hundred. We are to write about something we have more than a hundred of. Okay, forget the fact that we are in a puzzle addiction right now. The last one was a real challenge, but oh so lovely. 

God, I love butterflies. This one took a long time. There was no logic. It was like a paint by numbers puzzle but without the map. The pieces were oddly shaped. I’m talking umbrellas, goldfish and bunny 

shapes!

But, I digress....the real issue is that we are collectors so we likely have a few qualifying stars for this prompt. But....since I have spent the last week...yes I said week...or so sifting through, discarding and organizing all my actual real paper printed photos from my life on this Earth so far, I can safely say they number well over a hundred-in one album alone. 

Anyone who follows my blog(s) knows that first, and foremost I am a photographer. Family, friends, birds, bees, butterflies and trees-nothing escapes my shutter (although the hubs is an elusive subject) I have been called a photo hoarder, obsessive, too focused on pictures, etc.; but, I love life’s moments and want to save them as the memories we all too often tend to forget. Holidays, vacations, instantaneous laughable moments, beauty that is elusive, family that one day will no longer be around. 

But, in the interest of saving space and scaling down, I took on the daunting task of going through my volumes of photo albums (thank God I was at least that organized) and weed them out, culling the special moments for each of my children to start or add to their own family memories and condensing my albums to a more manageable trunk full. This is what was discarded in terms of volume.

And this is about a third of what remains. 🤪

How do I throw away a life-lives? Sure, I was there for everything, but we all know how the mind works. What seems so important in one moment can be replaced by something else as time goes by. I want my family to be able to wander through their past and rest for awhile in the cool shade of happy memories. They may curse me when they have to figure out what to do with it all after I’m gone. But they will know how much I have treasured them . 

I mean, how could I toss out my greatest treasures? 

Today’s post is brought to you by Linda Hill’#SoCs prompt

                            You should visit her blog to meet other great writers and read their words. 

And a huge shoutout Happy Birthday to my hubby. Now, if you excuse me, I have a birthday pie to make. You go out and make beautiful memories now, okay? 

Humble

 

Before God’s creation

I am humble,

knowing we are but grains of 

sand along the shores of time-

and standing alone are

 nearly invisible.

Together we can form 

mountains, reaching to

the heavens as we lift

each other up,

offering a steady shoulder

when needed and accepting

a foothold when we falter

ourselves. 

Nothing truly great is

ever accomplished alone,

nothing in creation can be known

without another. 

Community, cohesion, cooperation,

appreciation, admiration, aspiration

to be all that we 

dream.

Together.

Humble.

CKP copyright 2020

Infinitesimally Minuscule

 

Can you see me there...

Do you dare to even glance?

I am the sunrise that says, 

“We are still here.”

I am that which crawls upon the ground.

Do you think about treading upon my back? 

And that which takes wing,

fading into the sky

Can you feel its flutter as it passes by? 

Must there always be a show

before you know 

we are here? 

We are but an infinitesimal pulse within the heartbeat of Existence.

Minuscule..

If the Universe should tread upon your back,

would you not feel the pain?

Nature mourns her losses

and quietly rejoices in her accomplishments

while humankind never has enough, 

never does enough,

never is enough

to be content.

I am the busy bee that works to live

Often hanging on to my sanity by a thread while the world around me is hurtling towards destruction.

She watches it all silently, faithfully turning on her light at day’s end. 

Do we appreciate the constant reliability of all that

contributes to the whole,

that creates the pulse,

the heartbeat

of life? 

I am brilliant, but you must take the time to glimpse

the magnificence that is here and gone in the blink of Eternity’s eye. 

We are eternal, not immortal. 

Infinity has no timepiece,

knows nothing of beginning or end

and stops for no man’s desperate cry for salvation

from what he has wrought upon himself.

Do you know your place on the wheel,

can you sing with the spheres,

drift on the wind

and be at peace with

being 

infinitesimally minuscule? 

Cheryl Pennington

Copyright words and images

2020

(The year that should never have been)