Mayhap, Or No

Though I dreamed it fair
I never possessed the heart
I would have as mine,
We stood apart, still afar,
But once upon yesterday…
It was possible,
Now separate worlds, being
Another journey,
No offering to place before
The portal, compartmental.
I gave what was mine
It went unclaimed, disregarded,
I am picking up pieces
Readying to set out anew,
Maybe it can never be,
I shall, as usual, be okay,
Not really, I fall so deep,
Dark swallows me
But I am reaching out.
Love is always a heartbeat,
A thought, a word well-spoken
In the coming, the making, away.

Ladies and gentlemen, that is post 56 for January, one for every year I have lived. I think that is awesome. I have not written that much in years. I do have to up my photography game. All the images are mine, but I have not taken new ones each day, and to do this right, I should be posting handwritten journal pages. Sometimes, what you can do has to be enough. I intend to celebrate.

As a prompt: I challenge each of you to write at least your age in posts in February. If you take the challenge, let me know.

Oh Yes, Books

“…However formidable they are, books, my dear, are just sparks. The fire is only lit where there’s wood to kindle, so to speak.” – The Binder of Lost Stories by Cristina Caboni

These are a few books that travel to the common areas and back to the bedroom every day because I am sometimes reading them.

Against the Storm

They say I have too
Many books, I say there would
Be more, could I afford another.
They say give them away,
Would it not be pleasant for others
To get the benefit of reading?
I say, maybe had I read them all,
And were not most writing, art,
Creativity tomes that I always need.
They say you can get them on Kindle,
I say and pay again, oh, not these
First editions, they are priceless.
They say if you have not read them
By now you will not ever do it,
I say I am getting around to them
Over time and time again,
They say the floor is going
To collapse and you fall through,
I mean, it has not yet, and I doubt
Sincerely it ever will.
The argument goes on and on
And even the Supremes could not
Declare a winner, because part
Of what holds me together is reading
Books when my mind is stormy weather.

I figure if I leave off reading library books, I might read all of mine in a hundred years, maybe two hundred. I give some I finish away.

Breakfast For Supper

You all do know I am an authentic Georgia Peach, born and raised. I know some call it dinner, but sometimes it is supper. As much as I hate cooking, people I do it for make no noise, but thank you. I hate the time involved, but I know how to cook. No one ever leaves food on their plates (because by the time I served, they were about ready to be measured for a coffin). They often say, “Thank you; it was delicious.”

Tonight was steak and eggs; all jazzed up. I have been a single mom for most of Alex’s life. We never afforded “prime cuts,” round steaks were our go-to steak. They are a little tough, but if you cook them easy, they are better than hamburgers (of which I am no fan).

The eggs got extra-sharp cheddar, ham, and salad tomatoes (one of my favorite snacks).

I had not cooked these in a long time, three years or more, so I did not do it as well as I would have liked. Tasted great, though, and that counts for something. See, I hate to waste time in the kitchen. Too much creating to do. Walking too. I must walk because I love to eat.

Unretouched photo. I wanted to share, but my steps are behind.

We enjoyed it, and maybe I will do it again in the future.

I hope you are ready for February, cause it will not wait.

Have fun. Keep creating. Love everyone; you have opportunity because the world needs love and understanding.

This is a phone post if you find errors blame Samsung because I am sure on the computer it would be impeccable

My Boy and His Dog

They were away and returned last night tuckered out.

The move to Athens will occur soon.

BTW, all material (unless noted) posted here is created by me. I do not use stock photography nor other such.

51 In A Month – Be LOVE

Be LOVE

Moments and moments,
Sourced by the Savior, precious
Beyond our counting,
We only gain what we can give
In loving others who need.

Opening hearts, minds,
In service gives us riches,
Money cannot match,
People, everyone, priceless;
Called as vessels of Light.

Shine day-bright before
Those hidden in the darkness,
Help captives break free;
We must be the hello, where
Some never dare to reach, go.

Let every woman,
Child, and man, understand Love
Is with them always,
No matter what sunken depths;
There is a plan, Love, freedom.

Not one forgotten,
Not one without care, nor lost,
We bring peace, hope, Love,
Because we were once without
Help, but we were rescued, found.

No matter our place
We can be kind, reassuring,
To someone yearning
For a friend, confidant; Love
Is the greatest gift we share.

Then Jesus can step
In, and through Love bring one
To Him over time,
We sow Love, sometimes harvest
Comes by infinite degrees.

The purpose of my 2020 Creativity Project is to work creatively every day. I did not set out to do multiple posts. It amazes me that some days I churn out material like a milkmaid. Honestly impressed, though I know some posts went unread. I try to decide what is wrong with those, but I do not get it. I have no magic to force visibility.

As a prompt, I challenge you to lay aside your dejection, depression, or bad mood, should you have one. Go out of your way to brighten up someone’s day. Maybe the drive-thru employee, the overworked clerk, the stranger who looks too sad, put on a smile and a bit of cheer and treat them like a celebrity. Afterward, see how you feel and create something about your experience. You know, all of us have baggage, we just need to help each other carry on.

I am grateful:

Sometimes I can believe in me, even though I under-achieve and fail to live up to my potential.
God does not create any junk.
Things work out better than planned once in a while.
I have a wonderful son, even though I irritate him. He is a good one.
It is Friday, and I may or may not post again.