Ascend (a photo challenge)


I would love to know what squirrels think, when they see a person walk by, who suddenly stops when they hear their chatter above; stop, dig, reach in, snap, stare and stare and stare. Move along… For any length of time, no doubt, that squirrel is surveying an escape route. But you must question why the squirrel said anything to begin with, if he did not want company?

Not to worry, I did not ascend that tree.

Space Odyssey

We all find our way, not by tracking footsteps, but by way of the unknown, forging a trail of adventure.

True, we need guidance and support. No astronaut would likely enter a spaceship alone. We need others, whether we like it or not. The key to success is learning to get along with each other.

This dilemma of getting along circles back to a personal worldview. The questions and answers. Or lack thereof, hound us. There are answers. I am certain of this one thing. However, people are unlikely to grasp truth sitting in their own space. So reach out. Interact. Risk your heart for a piece of another’s heart.

I know. I know. Easier said than done. I literally am sitting here right now, shaking as a ripe fig, waiting to drop. And drop I will, with trembling, I am blasting off into my greatest fear. I had best be ready!!

Ready or not, here I go! JšŸŒšŸŒ»


Im left depleted of soul energy and seek solitude from those who only see me as parts. Friends are sophisticated brothers who leave me whole.

Long conversations, solving life puzzles and drinking from the mountain’s cool, refreshing fountain. Reading in silence, glancing his smile, knowing we each have found a world to be free.

Friends are precious in bringing joy to a broken heart. We replenish each other’s emptiness, not expecting anything in return.

Happiness comes from bones covered in skin. The natural glow of happiness comes from within.

Friends as we walk along the shore, hearing the distant echo of past pain. We let it go as fingers on the keys of a piano.

So I invite you to dine at the table. A place is set for you.


A fever destroys the mind, tranquil balm lets go, not dismissing the guilt. The pain decrees justice, loving all the same. 

It is not worth digging for truth. Failed acknowledgement of faults rattle around, simmer and brew a potion of bitter tears. 

The detractor holds you captive, acting like the martyr, they give up living. Be ware your shadow. 

Write the words you want to say, neglect those thoughts, forgive and endure. Build a home of solace, joy and good cheer. 

How many times must you read a poem

Yep, on my second reading and it still lies flat. Yep, I am reading my poem, and I get it, because I am writing it, but what about the ones after who are reading and say, “what?”

So, I read others’ poems and find I get it the first time it flows so well. It hits me where I am. Then there is the poem I don’t understand. Do I stay lazy, pass it by, move on to the next, missing a true gem?

Poetry takes effort. Riddles of sorts. Abstract or concrete. What is a poem worth? A minute, an hour, days or years? Listen, can you hear the author tapping away, the brain swirling the words around, a whirlwind of struggle, going down…the drain or into our hearts. A fire is lit and our feet lift off the ground.

So how can we get the public to see, what we have to say is important today. It may save a life or change a direction, a platform to digest meaning in life. What we miss when we hurry and scurry and pass the poem to future generations, to see another person’s worth. The madness is not the poet, the poet sees madness in you.


We may not understand someone’s journey, poetry or faith, but bloggers can appreciate those who stop by and spend time looking at our posts. A sign of camaraderie. We learn from each other, fall in love with works of art but also find objection and feel deep opinions. Gratitude reminds us we are alive. Life’s music, our heart beating as a drum; clearing thoughts, expanding horizons, seeing hidden perspectives we might not otherwise contemplate. This is life-long learning at its best. Wisdom derived from walking in someone’s shoes.

follow: to move forward along a road, path, river or sea

Life is a dance. Whether you glide over discouragement or stub your toes and scrape your knees, we celebrate how far we have come and know we will make it to the finish line. Still. Moving. Forward. What better gift is that? Encouragement to be yourself and love.

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You may see beauty in photography, paintings, poetry, quilting, dance or other writings. You are far above the crowd who struggle in boots that do not fit. They have not found out where they belong. We all have purpose and perhaps our art is to serve others. Vincent van Gogh had a beautiful understanding of life. Yet he did not belong. A tragic Shakespearean play. The end of Van Gogh’s story was not to be but to be in future minds and hearts. A visionary? He knew color would be accepted and plowed forth in confidence. We understood a little too late but understand just the same. We pray for those struggling.

my favorite painting on exhibit.
i even bought the poster.
it spoke to me
in silence i heard
his plea.
love me.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Love is the greatest gift we give. His art was not appreciated until he was gone. I challenge each of us to love today. Do not let another chance disappear to smile and say hello.
I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
I recently attended the Art Institute of Chicago’s exhibit “Van Gogh’s bedrooms”. His paintings up close do his work justice. Brushstrokes exemplifying life. Vivid colors to cheer a depressed world. A tragedy that his love went unnoticed. He continues to influence art lover’s with passion.
We feel him.
We know him.
We are him.