From the Heart
With a lid you know it’s a pie,
without it’s surely a tart.
There’s some can be more rustic,
then others a’ la carte
I’d fill mine up with gooseberries,
my culinary dream
Served straight out of the oven,
with a dollop of vegan cream.
Daily Prompt – Tart
Sometimes we reach our destination later than others. That does not mean it is any less of an achievement or that it does not deserve as much of a celebration. Whatever time we get there, that we did, is something to be celebrated.
~ Liza
I made a roasted butternut squash risotto today, a bit of something to do mixed with using up what I had in the cupboard. While stirring the rice I got sort of transfixed watching it move around the pan. It got me thinking, what if a big spoon came down to earth and gave us all a big stir. Can you imagine where you might end up, a beach, on top of a mountain or in the middle of the sea. Nothing you take for granted this minute would be there, no friends, family, possessions, it would be just you in what your wearing. I imagined myself ending up in a coffee shop, I found myself sitting next to a writer of all people!
Thinking about this I wondered if this would be good for the human race, stir us all up and send us out into the world to start again. Think of it, no religion or at least followers or congregations left, no political parties to follow as they would have been separated like my rice and no wars as the enemy would have broken up and soldiers dispersed.
I sort of think it might be a good idea, I think we would have to make the best of what we had left, make new friends, think for ourselves as society would no longer make the rules. I would imagine society would come about at some point but for the time in-between we would have to fend for and think for ourselves, we would be our own masters. I think love and kindness would be much more prevalent as we would all be on our own, we would have nothing to loose and everything to gain.
Anyway my risotto was smashing, I wonder what I should have for desert 😉
I went fishing for the moon tonight,
it did not shown its face.
The moon down here was hidden,
from the human race.
So much for a super moon,
I hear an extra one at that.
All we got was sea mist,
or was it fish and chip fat.
I’m extremely disappointed,
I thought it would be huge.
I think the moons not playing fair,
in fact I’d call it rude.
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Late response to the Daily Prompt – Fish, I wrote it last night after searching for the moon
Does the flower compare itself to others, does the bee only choose the most beautiful. Does the bird only nest in the most beautiful branch of a tree. In nature beauty goes much deeper than the surface, beauty is measured in goodness. Those who let their spirit shine will always attract others. Beauty after all is in the eye of the beholder, those who can see the depth and goodness in the spirit beneath the surface.
~ Liza
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There are many layers to this universe,
we only live in one.
The others remain unseen to us,
maybe hidden by our sun.
There are fundamental principles,
dictating what we can see.
I’m wondering if it’s just the same,
for the flowers and the trees.
Do they see the nuances,
the waves between the light.
Do they show their beauty,
to things that are out of sight.
Can they see the others,
that walk between our thoughts.
Can they hear the music,
that bounces as we talk.
Our minds make sure it’s kept away,
trained by us you see.
That’s the subtle difference,
between a human and a tree.
We think too much to ever see,
the beauty that’s around.
There’s far more than we’ll ever know,
between the sky and ground.
An energetic field of light,
dances but yet unseen.
Some might see the flashes,
the purples and the greens.
Close your eyes and look some more,
shut out that blocking mind.
There’s far more in the universe,
but we’re only humankind.
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Take me to those lofty heights,
up there in the clouds
Where you and I can be alone,
away from all the crowds.
Sprinkle me with fairy dust
and take me by the hand.
Lead me to that special place,
in that secret wonderland.
Kiss me like your hungry,
devour me with your eyes.
Hold me tight for all eternity,
drown out all my cries.
Take me to those lofty heights,
the place where we belong.
Take me while I’m dreaming,
that you might come along.
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Responce to Daily Prompt – Lofty
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I write to work out my world, I find writing therapeutic in that it helps me look back at experience and gain an understanding, maybe a different perspective of events. I find to write about painful memories helps ease the pain, it helps me understand and make sense of those memories so I can let them go or at least turn them into something more manageable.
Often when we look back at difficult events we do so in quick flashes, leaving the scene as soon as it becomes unbearable. It’s then buried again among the pain of our very foundations, the foundations that we work from, those that direct everything we do. If we don’t come to terms with the difficult episodes they become the foundations for our future. We will base our future decisions on past experiences and we won’t grow.
Our experiences, good and bad are the things that help us grow, however difficult our experiences, they should be meaningful if we are to grow from them. I find it just as helpful to write about happiness, it brings those feeling back home.
I find when I revisit something I can see it in a different way, I’m good at visualisation so I put myself in the scene and look around, sometimes I might see another way out, not that it helps the past but it can certainly help the future.
Rumour has it when we die our life passes in front of us, we learn about our lives from what we see. Why not do it now when we have opportunity to make those changes. Sometimes by going back, we can reframe our experiences and rewrite our futures.
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There are many flowers on earth and many seasons in which to bloom. As each flower withers and dies another springs into life somewhere else. To experience both joy and sadness in ones life is to understand balance, the changing of seasons of life, and that each ending brings with it the potential of a new beginning.
~ Liza
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I hear the echoes of you voice
in nearly everything I do
and when I’m undecided,
I’ll refer the choice to you.
There is reflection of your beauty
in everything I see.
I feel your touch another way,
soft and caressing me.
I remember the lessons taught to me,
I’m still learning as I go,
but found them really helpful,
which really goes to show.
You knew I’d need you when you left,
so left memories for me.
Your energy still lingers here,
lights up everything I see.
And then you know I feel your love,
when I’m sitting still.
Suppose you send it through me,
you have the strongest will.
I will never forget you
because you never really left.
We continue now another way,
I think we’ve passed the test.
Of knowing love continues,
transforms but never dies.
Love is all around us now,
we just can’t see it with our eyes.
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