Yes . You will weave and untangle a web of words. I look forward to see the prey you catch. I will devour the dinner you serve wrapped up in an electric blanket to keep me warm with hot sauce on the side.
thought I saw an an approaching prairie ‘wall .. are quite staggering to behold - captured by photo & likely not the first time that tiny enclave would survive such.. & the crops are visibly in .. thankfully…
Very good. I had a dream once of the end of the world for me as I clung to a cliff face while a huge wave was about to engulf me and drag me out to sea. Last thoughts came to me too, and now back in CA near a beach, that dream 40 years ago has me wondering if it will come true....🙂
Oh. So scary. ( I have an abnormal fear of deep water and the power of the sea. ) Do not fear, Linda. Your dream will not come true. I promise. At least the cliff-hanging part. Now... a tsunami is another matter all together...
The acceptance of what is to come, along with the music, really took me to a beautiful place. Peaceful. The combination of words and music is quite powerful.
And I know you personally have learned the importance of hanging together no matter what several times over the years, and twice in just the past month.
It took a good hard look at the photo for me to realize what it was. A haboob! Fearsome, engulfing things. At first, I thought it was a mountain range with storm clouds creeping over the top, a sight I've seen countless times in Truckee ... a coming blizzard to bury us in snow. We'd hunker down in the Hobbit House next to the wood stove and wait it out. Watch the snow flying sidewise across the windows. After digging ourselves out, we'd go on with life. So it took me a long time to put the pieces of this post together. Stunning. Loved the cellos.
The photo, actually, is an approaching sand storm, but it looked quite apocalyptic to me, like some expected, mega- disaster moving across the land. I wanted to leave it open for interpretation , but I may have been too vague. Anyway, the point was remembering the only thing that made our lives worth living. If you have any suggestions for improvement, Nathan, please do let me know!
As I age, my small family of seven is all I need. I don't need things any more, they mean nothing to me. My house is quite minimalist now -- many empty closets, drawers and cupboards. Fortunately , there are local online sites where I can list any thing from tables to flower pots and young people come running over to snap them up. It is so freeing... and allows me to focus on what is important. Thank. you, Rebecca for all your kindness.
Wonderful! It’s amazing how my own priorities have changed over the years. I don’t need ‘stuff’, and I certainly don’t need to spend money or time on things that mean nothing. Jim started a bit of a decluttering exercise earlier this week - so cathartic!
A dust storm is like being in a fog. Visibility is limited. Unfortunately for us, the air conditioning in our car quit working. We closed the vents and rolled up the windows so we could breath. Wet cloths helped us stay cool. It took about a half an hour to drive through the storm.
Sharron So kind of you to read and reply to my stories. It is such an encouragement to me. Your post today and the picture captured that sense of impending doom that sometimes jumps out at you when families have their meltdowns. Recently went through just such a time with our family and journaling about it led to a poem I’m releasing tomorrow morning. It came seemingly out of my subconscious and writing it was a magical experience and very soothing. My mom (all moms) are saints. Thanks again
Thank you, Tim! I am glad this suited your morning mood. Every once in a while, among all the nonsense, I write something a little more thoughtful. I am happy you enjoyed the music. It is one of my favorite meditation pieces.
Your words guide me to the stars to see the celestial baton that conducts the cello music and be swept away in awe with benediction gratitude.
So glad to receive your comments, Richard. I am happy you liked this one.
Yes . You will weave and untangle a web of words. I look forward to see the prey you catch. I will devour the dinner you serve wrapped up in an electric blanket to keep me warm with hot sauce on the side.
.. very very nice.. though don’t quite ‘get the message of the text .. end of the world ? ‘must re-read & with a ‘listen - this time ! 🦎🏴☠️
Yes. I think we have to look carefully at the photo here...? A bit cryptic otherwise. Thanks for having a look Timber.
thought I saw an an approaching prairie ‘wall .. are quite staggering to behold - captured by photo & likely not the first time that tiny enclave would survive such.. & the crops are visibly in .. thankfully…
holding hands in that moment; what more could you hope for? (and cellos!)
In the face of the inevitable, we hang on to each other. Even if it is only a neighbor.
Too much for before breakfast. Later. )))
I wonder if Hanna's cello sings this.
This is my favorite cello piece. After all these years it still makes me cry. Serene tears.
The serenity is soothing.Thanks
Thank you, Jill. I hope this was a new piece of music for you. If so, I am glad I sent it your way.
Very nice, Sharron! "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Indeed, James Ron. Although if we are all parting at the same time, some of the sting is reduced, I would imagine.
Very good. I had a dream once of the end of the world for me as I clung to a cliff face while a huge wave was about to engulf me and drag me out to sea. Last thoughts came to me too, and now back in CA near a beach, that dream 40 years ago has me wondering if it will come true....🙂
Oh. So scary. ( I have an abnormal fear of deep water and the power of the sea. ) Do not fear, Linda. Your dream will not come true. I promise. At least the cliff-hanging part. Now... a tsunami is another matter all together...
I've had dreams come true, actually.... 😊
I do hope they were good dreams...
The acceptance of what is to come, along with the music, really took me to a beautiful place. Peaceful. The combination of words and music is quite powerful.
Thank you, Sharon. That scary photo was from Linda, for our WWW writing. prompt. She said it was a sand storm. It looks monstrous to me.
Serenity in the face of a stark reality. This is how we would all hope to face the inevitable, surrounded by those we love. Beautiful, Sharron.
And I know you personally have learned the importance of hanging together no matter what several times over the years, and twice in just the past month.
A valuable lesson. All is well and good here. I hope the same for you, dear Sharron.
It took a good hard look at the photo for me to realize what it was. A haboob! Fearsome, engulfing things. At first, I thought it was a mountain range with storm clouds creeping over the top, a sight I've seen countless times in Truckee ... a coming blizzard to bury us in snow. We'd hunker down in the Hobbit House next to the wood stove and wait it out. Watch the snow flying sidewise across the windows. After digging ourselves out, we'd go on with life. So it took me a long time to put the pieces of this post together. Stunning. Loved the cellos.
It’s true. Family is everything.
Thank you Janice. Whether it is the end of days or lost keys or an unfaithful partner, our families help us get through whatever.
Strong stuff, Sharron.
This is a specific impending apocalypse of an incoming stormfront, based on the picture?
The photo, actually, is an approaching sand storm, but it looked quite apocalyptic to me, like some expected, mega- disaster moving across the land. I wanted to leave it open for interpretation , but I may have been too vague. Anyway, the point was remembering the only thing that made our lives worth living. If you have any suggestions for improvement, Nathan, please do let me know!
Not at all, Sharron. The “one thing that made our lives worth living” was very clear and strong.
That's all that matters in the end, Sharron. Beautiful.
Thank you sooooo much for the music. Goosepimpling. Loved every second. xxx
As I age, my small family of seven is all I need. I don't need things any more, they mean nothing to me. My house is quite minimalist now -- many empty closets, drawers and cupboards. Fortunately , there are local online sites where I can list any thing from tables to flower pots and young people come running over to snap them up. It is so freeing... and allows me to focus on what is important. Thank. you, Rebecca for all your kindness.
Wonderful! It’s amazing how my own priorities have changed over the years. I don’t need ‘stuff’, and I certainly don’t need to spend money or time on things that mean nothing. Jim started a bit of a decluttering exercise earlier this week - so cathartic!
A lot of wisdom in this short piece. The acceptance of death was made possible by their understanding of life.
I once drove into a dust storm out here in Far West Texas. It looked just like your photo as I approached it.
That would have been terrifying to me. How could you breathe and how long does it take to pass
A dust storm is like being in a fog. Visibility is limited. Unfortunately for us, the air conditioning in our car quit working. We closed the vents and rolled up the windows so we could breath. Wet cloths helped us stay cool. It took about a half an hour to drive through the storm.
What a nightmare! Panic City, if you ask me.
Oh Sharron how lovely how beautiful the words and then comes the music. My meditation this morning watching the ocean. Thank you
Sharron So kind of you to read and reply to my stories. It is such an encouragement to me. Your post today and the picture captured that sense of impending doom that sometimes jumps out at you when families have their meltdowns. Recently went through just such a time with our family and journaling about it led to a poem I’m releasing tomorrow morning. It came seemingly out of my subconscious and writing it was a magical experience and very soothing. My mom (all moms) are saints. Thanks again
I will watch for your poem, Tim. Tuesday promises chaos. We can all use a little soothing, a little magic.
Thank you, Tim! I am glad this suited your morning mood. Every once in a while, among all the nonsense, I write something a little more thoughtful. I am happy you enjoyed the music. It is one of my favorite meditation pieces.