Category: Life

A Love Story; Amazing Day!

Woke up, took a breath, “Next to you.” Watched as love slept, looking like an angel. My heart, trying not to awaken its beauty. My soul, kissed it ever so gently, but, beautifully love smiled at me. Whoa, the kiss upon my lips, love’s forever kiss upon my soul. Rolled out of bed, bowed my head; prayed to be enlightened. Brushed my teeth, dressed my hope, checked my faith; whatever the day holds. Heart and soul, humming in tune; love’s anthem. Breakfast was wonderful, love’s kiss made it even sweeter; the sugar within my sweet… tie. My heart was focused, but my gaze still dazed, of love’s a-maze. Processed out the door, deviated a bit from the usual. Stopped to get gas, and like always, the clerk uttered the usual; any car wash, lottery ticket. Car was clean, and though I don’t play the lottery, wife likes to play sometimes. Bought a scratcher, we won seven million. The lottery office near, so without fear, I went there first. A few minutes down the road, a house was on fire, with a lady screaming; save my baby. No hesitation, ran in and rescued the baby, gently placed the baby in the mother’s arms. With tears, loving was the embrace, with hugs and kisses; what a sight to behold!

Processed to the office, but a cat was stuck in a tree, so I rescued it. Picked up the winnings, but realized it was more than we would ever need. So, use half to help eradicate world hunger, which makes every breath stronger. Donated some to various charities, giving hearts better clarity. Gave some, to help discover a cure for cancer, deep down, every soul’s a graceful dancer. The rest, enough to pay off some bills, and live a moderate lifestyle, what more does anyone truly need? The news heard about it, wanted to interview my heart. But instead, quoted them this, “Life’s greatest treasure, not what gives awe and wonder, but what love makes the heart ponder.” They were befuddled, the clarity of my words not muddled. When I got back home, kissed my wife, told her about my Amazing Day. And how, the best moment was when, I WOKE UP, NEXT TO YOU!!  

*** Even though, parts of this story, likened to fiction. Truth is, before leaving in the morning, what precedes is actual. And, who’s to say, an adventure doesn’t await? The question is, what would your story be? As for me, and my heart, reality would be this. If I had millions of dollars, it would definitely be used, for life’s meaningful purposes. My love’s claim, will never be about fame, but what a heart and soul proclaims, its breadth ascending love’s angelic plane. A heart consumed with amassing, not living life’s substance, a soul missing its true destiny. The best part of my day, simply this, my heart awakening to love’s kiss, and returning home, greeted by love’s embrace! ***

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Wednesday Proverb; Give Thanks!

Thankfulness, its humility evident, within a grateful heart. A heart deeply thankful, for its health, its strength. One’s appreciative soul, its perspective through the lens of a cognitive source. Thankfulness, embraces the significant little truths, knowing there’s nothing insignificant, about the life choices we choose. Allowing our souls an opportunity, to give thanks for the little things, and the joy it brings. What tugs the heartstrings, makes the heart sing. Moments of peace, happiness, that resides deep within every breath you take. What the heart can’t fake, what problematic moments can’t shake. What behooves, what moves, what makes the soul groove. Swayed by the roof over your head, the heart snuggles in a warm bed. Knowing there’s food on the table, making your soul able, to thrive, not just survive. Thankfulness humbles, when circumstances say, it’s okay to grumble. Not realizing, that’s how indifference tumbles, down that proverbial slippery slope. But, that’s the difference with gratefulness, at your lowest, hope meets you there. Where, it reveals the heart, exposes your soul, realigning your posture. Becoming a heart, never letting its soul take anything for granted. Some paths we choose, sometimes we lose… heart, but the journey will inevitably be, a moment to always give thanks, in everything!

*** Here in Canada, we celebrate our thanksgiving in October, and for all my American friends, celebrating thanksgiving in November; Give Thanks… Always!

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Wednesday Proverb; Reign in!

Love, when my thoughts become wild and indifferent, rein in my mind. When, my heart races to be right, but loosing sight, that every pursuit needs to still be love making every heartbeat skip, rein in my heart. When, comforting words seems misplaced, my soul struggling to render love’s most endearing expression, reign in my soul. Whenever, life’s problems are out of my control, but the real struggle, keeping emotions from building up passionless barriers, reign in my life. If, my words ever become insensitive and tasteless, trying to preach but not to teach… me. That love as just a verb, without elements of its healing herb, leaves a bad taste, rein in my words. In a position of change, not the same as a position of influence, love’s reign being its confidence. The moment one’s heart realizes, storms don’t come to drown one’s soul, but to test resolve, embolden one’s spirit, to perceive beyond the peripheral. One’s life finds meaningful solace, in knowing words won’t overcome, what the heart needs to let reign. Love’s rein empowers, what the gravity of every encounter needs to become, its heartfelt reign!

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Motivation’s Triumph; Hello!

It doesn’t matter, how many breaths it takes to breathe, take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter, how many attempts it takes for your faith to believe, trust the process. It doesn’t matter, how many times your hope loses its balance. Dust off your heart, so your soul can rise from the ashes. It doesn’t matter, how many times your dreams hit a wall. Don’t fall for the lie, that daydreams are inconsequential. Optimism’s creed, a consistent mindset, quintessential indeed. When, a heart arrives at a place, where love emboldens its innermost? A heart and soul will profoundly say, hello hopes, hello dreams, hello faith, hello peace, hello joy, hello strength; Love, come on in, to my horizon. The moment, your heart is opened up to see, love’s breadth resides within, what your soul needs know; I Am, free!

Love’s Letters, to a heart’s story!

Hello, heart, can I ask you this, do you hear it, the constant knocking? It’s me, Love, at the door of your heart. Waiting, for you to let me in; into your hopes, into your dreams, into all what love seems. When your soul says hello, my whisper echoes, let my triumph be. The poetry in your eMotion, the motion in your motivation. When you were a child, back before life took the innocence. Love, made you smile, held you close, made you believe, with love in your heart, you could do anything; you, had me at hello. But then life, all its woes, the unsavory does. Tic tac toe, two steps forward… hello. When, life takes its toll, I Am, willing to deliver these letters; L.O.V.E, to your battle scarred soul, your heart as a whole. To let it cover you, from life’s reign. Love is never typical, its reciprocal, hello. What, should every heart know about love, it comes knocking, to give you its peace, its joy, its strength; just say, hello!

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Stringed Melodies!

Shhh, listen; within the stillness of one’s soul, there’s a stringed melody, love tugging on heartstrings. Within its nature, butterflies, fluttering the heart’s endearing hymn; amazing grace, beautifully instrumental. Its endless rhyme, transcending time, with its breathless reason. Love’s hum, heart’s strum, its harmonizing rendition. Of the soul’s position, its new edition. If it isn’t love, why does it hurt so; mind, body, soul. Angelic harmony, doesn’t perform solo, displaying a blinged halo. Heartfelt cords of love in unison, tethered stringed instruments, not singing the blues, but a love ballad resoundingly true, graceful in one accord. Deep love, befits how deeply love strikes a cord. It orchestrated, likened to a symphony, despite its complexities. Love’s artistry, profoundly moving, just with its simplicity. Its soothing tone, the elevation of its breadth, the proliferation of its depth. Finely tuned instruments, producing an ambiance of tranquillity. Fashioned to be, hearts in tandem, tarrying in love’s presence. Like of a classical violin, melodiously composed to be, means of timeless stringed melodies!

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Motivation’s Creed; Remember!

Remember the day, lest we forget, war is never the answer. The 11th day, of the 11th month 1918; a moment in time, etched within the chronicles of history. Lives put on pause, to fight for love’s cause, because. The objective, a moment to be reflective, love is intuitive. Its might, break bars, heals scars, near and far. Lets never forget, conflicted with indifference, will never make a difference. Love restrained, what does it gain, if we’re left with a lifetime of pain? There’s no sunshine, when tears rain. Like a proverbial umbrella, love gives the heart sight, how to cover you with its might, for your soul it fights. Lest we forget, love is the ultimate sacrifice. Never looking to become a hero, just step up into its calling; honor the fallen, be a help to those in need, indeed. Stand firm, hold your position, and see… Battles are not won, being swift or strong, but whose love will endure, lest we forget!

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By Design; Colored Leaves!

Over a Barrel

Over a barrel? Love harvested like a sunflower, blossoms within its grace and mercy. Keepsake’s of a heart and soul, found within the fabric of love’s provision. Its timeless harvest, in seasons, and its reason. Textured love, layered with compassion, beautifies. Deepened moments painted, with the vibrant colors of its true beauty. Its simplicity is this, what the lens of love doesn’t miss. The nuances of its kiss, emboldens the tapestry of its bliss. The flowery expressions of love, beyond stereotypical lens, what life’s perception oversimplifies!  

*** This first share, a picture I took earlier in October, modified to be this texturized design!

Leaves

In time the fall, moments cascading, that leaves an impression on sands of time. In space the haste, breadth in motion. In time the waste, breath in emotion, leaves. Nostalgia that visits, love that welcomes, heart that embraces, leaves breathless hues. Hearts in bloom, revealed in pages of love’s leafage, within its collective foliage. Loved one’s hue, life holding a special place in one’s soul, the beauty of their love lingering deeply. The desire, once again be touched by the silhouette of their presence, yet it’s, leaves… resting gently in peace. Soiled memories, fluttered hearts, souls laid bare. Gathering love’s true colors, graceful leaves!

*** This share, infused whimsical moments in time, of colors, of lives, autumn’s hue. A reflection of love, of loss, of what metaphorically LEAVES, an impression of heart and soul as a whole!

* By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

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Being Led!

Lead me, to life’s opportunity, to love’s epiphany. Lead me, to the right decision, position my heart, within the breadth of unmovable stasis, its breathless oasis. Every single breath taken, liken it to a thousand reaps of your might, ten thousand steps of the enlightened way. Its poetic sway, be silent rivers flow, soulful cast its glow, seeping the essence of love’s overflow. Take my breath, to extraordinary places, take dreams, where hopes fathom deep spaces. Help me see, I’m empowered to be a light in darkened times. Help my soul go the distance, a racing heart doesn’t focus on being first, but constant. Escort me through the valleys, help my faith climb mountains. Steer my heart, down winding roads, direct the way beyond forked pathways, to new horizons. Flutter this thing in my chest, give my soul wings to soar, to never keep score. Shepherd my soul, guide my humanity, accompany my destiny. Led by You, hope is never lost, within one’s soul. The question is this, if your not willing to let love take you by the heart, to have its sway? Would the soul of your benevolence be, a book with its pages easily read, or through the lens of love, a heart truly led?

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Motivation’s Triumph; the Distance Between! 

When, the distance between two hearts, makes it hard to believe. Love could never overcome, what seems two ships sailing miles apart. A glimpse into one’s heart and soul, likened to a lighthouse in the night. Illuminating love’s connection, its enlightened bridge, spanning the chasm that so often divides. Giving hope, that even in our darkest moments. A selfless heart, willing to shine love’s radiant light, doesn’t worry about troubled waters, or the distance between two hearts. When love builds character, it profoundly expands the breadth between!

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Unannounced! 

Unbeknownst, yet so attentively; true love hovers at the door of your heart, hoping to be of service. Love comes knocking, if sincere waits patiently, to be invited in. Every unannounced encounter, love’s pronounced engagement. Letting your soul know, whenever your world’s shaken, its reassurance will profoundly still the chaos. When the storms rage, like an umbrella, love waits in the reign, ready to cover you with its presence. In life’s haze, into your soul its gaze, silencing fear of the unknown. When tears fall, mind is blown, with the strength of its might, your worth becoming its confidence. Even, if mind is clouded, heart dazed by life’s distractions. Through the window of your soul, love’s essence lingers, intuitively in the shadows. To break down barriers, build up hopes and dreams. With its firm foundation, the weathering of doubtful season. Love, though its intentions seeming unannounced, its spirit made known, by the beauty of its faithfulness. What’s a heart and soul to truly do, knowing in the midst of it all, love hovers within the stillness? But, be open to its advancements, captured by the enrichment. The silhouette of its quintessence, forever welcomed, unannounced!

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