somepinkflowers

haiku my heart finds happiness out any window

(( villa rothschild, cap ferrat, france, april 2013 ))

the secret to it
want only what you have now
then do not fret

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share the jOy thursday

last night for happy hour
i went to the pier


i get my best highs
from waves crashing all around


plus
it is always good
to get your feet wet in the sea


standing under this pier
is spiritual for me
{{ my toes like to get baptized }}


to stand on the beach and look down
means Good thoughts flow into my heart


to stand near the beach and look up
means feeling Good 

~~jOy~~

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thank you dear Meri
for sharing the jOy

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i'm up, i'm down, i'm here, i'm there

{{ st. augustine lighthouse, april 2013 }}

welllll, i am home yes
(( but not unpacked ))
& yesterday, Mother's Day,
was a difficult day for me ...

~~ my first Mother's Day
without  my mom
on this planet ~~

so i stayed home,
worked on my new bookbinding skill*set
&
ate a Ritter Sport bar

{{ dark chocolate with marizipan
made with 100% finest marzipan,
from Germany }}

i use to share chocolate
with my mom,
now i am just eating the entire bar
in her honor.
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haiku my heart and i almost forgot it was friday !!

(( early morning, nice, france, 2013 ))

i'm hungry for it
Travel is my middle name
home is my dessert

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haiku my heart is always tender

everyday i fall,
love at first sight, for strangers
{{ you never saw me }}

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7 little things

1--staying on vacation
sea*side i forgot
i had this blog...


2--today i left the island
for a haircut

3--then
i had to visit
my understanding tax person, Candy

4--i deleted 1000 old photos
from my cell phone whilst waiting my turn
patiently

5--i sang Creeque Alley
whilst driving from place to place

6--then i gave thanks
for being so fortunate
as to sleep by this window

7--and i bought a nice loaf
of 12 grain & seed bread
for tomorrow's breakfast

~~home sweet vacation home~~

tourist tuesday and the seashell from where

i know what you are thinking
that somepinkflowers !!
is flaunted her florida seaside
to us once again

you looked at that conch shell
and thought Key West
or some such place
but you are wrong

you looked at those somepinkflowers
and know Those Babies
could be anywhere

but where
is this roof top ??
where the seashell did wait
and the somepinkflowers
that made me smile Large ??


i walked here on the roof
with this one
whilst this one sat downstairs
drawing in her fine art*journal

clearly clearly
now maybe you know


on an adventure last october
with this one + others

i came from florida
{{ a place flat as can be }}
up up 2000 meters above sea~level
to the center of Mexico
far far inland from 2 coast*lines
to find a seashell
waiting for me ...

when i picked up the shell
& held it to my ear
my Home was with me
right there
on the roof top.

Go figure !!

postcards from paradise: just another saturday around here

5 minutes from my back door
which is the one i use most often
is the sign above
{{ danger, will robinson !! }}

the warning sign is in front of the library pond
where my two ducks live
seemingly undisturbed by the gators
i do know could be lurking ...

inside the library on saturday
i pretended i could
do fancy crochet
which i cannot do at all ...

and
dreamed i could knit dogs 
which i cannot do at all ...

then i grabbed some old mystery books
as how many times can one read agatha christie
i mean really ...
over and over again ??
and
headed over to sit
on this porch to Be Lazy ...

later on
i meandered down to the shore
and had a fine chat with some Young People
from orgeon who were kitesurfing ...

the water was too cold
for me to swim
as i like it to be like Bath Water ...

the sky was clear
the beach was mostly deserted
and i love days like this

tremendously ...

if this is not paradise
the i do not understand
the meaning of the word ...

my beach !!
where i have been sitting near
and
reading by
all my fine life
so far ...
i do hope
your day
was just as swell !!

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postcards from paradise: a time spent with old girl friends

nothing says Paradise to me
more than spending time
with old friends
& two of my dearest live nearby
in my favorite ballroom
where i did take you many many years ago ...

yes yes yes !!
here are 2
of my oldest girl friends ...
both of whom
i have known my entire life thus far!!

i present to you miss Spring
who tends to be shy !!

Spring always &
without fail !!
wears flowers in her hair
which i find so charming, don't you ??
{{ a real flower*child even before the 1960s !! }}

I tell Spring my deepest secrets
& she never tells a single soul !!

Spring knew when i was Truly in Love
even before i did myself
{{ each & every time }}

right down here 
in the same neighborhood
lives my old friend Cleopatra ...

not so shy is my Cleo !!
~~she had such a Knowing Look~~
i never told her a thing
i did not want repeated ...

when i was
a great deal younger
i thought Cleo was Mighty Bold
for someone wearing
a chicken~hat on her head ...

later i found out
it was not a chicken~hat at all
but by that time
friends*ship parameters had been set
{{ although i do try not to judge }}

plus, dear Cleo came here from italy,
by way of egypt,
which thrilled me beyond measure ...

when i was an impressonable teenager
Cleo became my Super*Hero
with her smooth but strong shoulders ...

i liked how Cleo seemed to know
exactly
what to do with Spinx
{{ i would have no idea, myself }}

Cleo always dressed
in such a brazen manner !!
i have admired
her devil~may~care attitude my entire life ...

see there --->
down the ballroom to the east
is where i keep my throne ...
{{ that is young mr. mercury
on the right who keeps
a vigilant eye on things }}

yes yes yes
time well~spent with old girl friends !!
hope you enjoyed meeting them...
if you should chance
to visit them in person
in the ballroom,
please do not sit down on my throne
as guards will come ...
{{ trust me }}

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{{ wordless wednesday }}

haiku my heart is with my sweet mother

mother dances on
with military honor
and somepinkflowers

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january 20, 1923~february 1, 2013
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postcards from paradise {which was my hometown all along}

This is paradise and I should know
as I have seen many of them
from all around the globe.

This paradise was one I discovered early on
as this was my first Hiding Place.

As a child I would run away from home
and end up here.

Actually this paradise
is only a few blocks from my childhood home
so I did not need a passport
as I do these days when I run away.

No jet*lag then.
No American Express Reward Points.

As I am as old as the hills,
the place has changed a bit over the years.
And so have I.

"Why did you run away
from home, somepinkflowers?"
you may ask.

I learned rather early on
that I loved to roam about,
to walk and walk and walk and walk,
to see the world from a different point of view.

As a child when I ran away
my father would be sent in car
to look for me.
I was always right here
so every one seemed copacetic with the process.

"Just be careful not to fall in!" I would be warned ...

From the end of this dock
{{ or rather from this dock's grandfather }}
my daddy helped me catch my first fish
when I was about 4 or 5.

On the back of the B&W snapshot,
which recorded the moment,
was written my feelings at the time:

"Get it off, Daddy! Get it off ! "

Much, much later I would bring my daddy
and his shadow*friend, Alzheimer's, right here
to this very spot.

"Just be careful not to fall in!" I would warn ...

 My mother likes to look at fluffy white clouds these days.
I bring her in my jeep
from her Assisted Living Home
down here to the river.

Sometimes we stop at the Dairy Queen for ice-cream
with extra chocolate & pecans.

Always we talk about my daddy
who watches us from the fluffy white clouds.

"Just be careful not to fall in!" I can hear him say.

We are always very, very careful.

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haiku my heart transformed

angels in the light
when daughter becomes mother
hospital walls know

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{{ i wrote this haiku last friday
whilst my sweet mom was tossing & turning
on a hospital bed.
this morning she is in a rehab facility
doing what we are calling:  Gym Class }}

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haiku my heart is in her hands

cool, thin, paper dry
frailness with a tender touch
{ past and future me }
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i will just say this

souvenir sunday

in all the world of things i love,
to leave home & then to come home
are two of the most delicious
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treasure trove of small keepsakes
from recent adventure in san miguel de allende
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some found, some bought, some gifted
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{{ always, always it it The Memory Attached
that is the most precious to me }}
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where oh where next & when ??

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want to see my flip-floppy feet in mexico?
hard to resist, i know !!

join us for postcards from paradise
with rebecca over here ...

sick days or just regrouping ??

I never know I am sick until about the third day into it.

It doesn't happen often and so I forget that feeling puny is even an option.

"Man, I must have had a great workout yesterday because ALL my muscles are feeling achy!" I will tell myself, sort of bragging about it.

Never crosses my cottony brain that a cold or the flu is slipping in the door.

I am plum into denial until I have a fever or am throwing up.
I bet you are the same way.

Even then I only resort to non-medicinal intervention.

Recently home from a jam-packed but lovely trip to Mexico I felt somewhat zapped.

Then there was the presidential election and visiting my mom and getting unpacked and caught up with laundry and groceries and so on and on...

So then after all that I just crashed.

Three days in bed I was pitiful. No. Really. Pitiful.

Feverishly I drifted into memories of conversations I had had with others about politics over the past few months.

People I had known and respected my entire life seemed to disappoint me with their choice of candidate. Clearly I had disappointed them as well, with my choice.

How could we pick up and move on after the elections?

Did I even want to?

Abortion. Gay marriage. Women's rights. Environmental protection. Social security. Medicare. Taxation.

If we felt so differently about these important topics could friendships be maintained?

Can we have each others' back if we cannot even be honest with each other on Facebook or Twitter?

Some time during the 4th night, tossing and turning between NyQuil induced dreams, I just gave up on the entire issue.

I wish I could say that all the ginger and the honey and the fresh citrus had turned me into one wise old crone. But, so far, it has not.

Maybe the kale soup with Greek yogurt will help. Who can say?

Being sequestered away with my head *cold these past few days has given me a comforting sense of personal renewal. While the days were cold and dreary outside, I curled up warm and cosy with my thoughts as they clarified.

First, I realized that always I have been outspoken. Always I have told my theories and thoughts on this and that. I am nothing if not opinionated.   :-)

Then, I was once again reminded of the difference between Friend and Acquaintance.

And, finally, to those who refused to even TALK politics, I think now I get it.  

hiaku my heart feels

everyday small acts
helping*hand with one tight hug
universal love

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my heart is filled with jOy
from a recent journey
with
recuerda mi corazon
and
our little bus
filled with  appreciative travellers

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i'm home, dear...

so sorry
about my old florida
being a some*what problem child
this fine election week ...

i am afraid this is what happens
when a certain type of governor
attemps to suppress voter turn out ...

still,
all in all,

oh happy day!!

everyday i am on my way somewhere, aren't you

see you soon,
some of you even sooner!

oh happy day!