Saturday, August 29, 2020

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? 

Monday, August 24, 2020

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

Sunday, August 9, 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)