Discarded... joy

 Like a spring tulip, the discarded couch seemed to grow out of the dirty sidewalk

a bit of unintended joy on a city street

Many passed by,stopped to look at it, but kept walking

Even the street people seemed to be awed by its pinkness

Not used to seeing joy, they were confused by it

no one daring to be the first to claim it for the night

No, it stayed against the underpass wall, its feet planted in concrete

a shrine of the discarded 

http://magpietales.blogspot.com

#93



Hope you all had a wonderful day

me?.....I did
and now it is goodnight...sleep tight
see you in the morning

Boo

After rolling in catnip....a morning treat

Boo looked up to the patio door and spotted the stray kitty

who was eating a dish of tuna that I had put out for him while Boo was high

Now, in this altered state, Boo was looking for a rumble

oh yeah, he scared that interloper, that cad, outside on his deck.

Why... that kitty just shook in his puss n boots,

finished eating, and turned and left.

.....and Boo thought....yeah,I'm bad.



Magpie tale # 92.......

So into their love

they forgot they had children

and the children never learned

to have what they had,

but they searched all their loves

to fill that bucket that had no bottom

http://magpietales.blogspot.com

#92

I was taught as a child to pray without ceasing

As a child I was guided by my teachers to not put prayer to an hour of the day

or to use it just in times of disaster,pain,wants,needs, loneliness or sorrow

no...prayer is a continuous communion with God

and it has been for all my life.....

So gratefulness is easy ....counting my blessings is like breathing

I am never without a listener....who knows before I speak

I am grateful that most Americans set aside this day to gather with their families

or with their friends or animals to stop and think of what blessings they have in their lives

A day to not count the lack

but to gladly bow their heads and say thank you

My daughter, Sarah, and her husband are doing the cooking this year

thank you

I will be making pies and a pumpkin cheesecake

I got off easy

So get out your notebooks,journals, scratch-paper

I am grateful for.....

 

It is quiet in the house and I am about to make a small supper for my husband.

The sun is setting so wonderfully just outside the kitchen window,cheering me to a warmth

of  being. A purple finch is perched on the horsechestnut tree sunning himself...kindred spirit.

In the early years my husband and I were as poor as churchmice. We ate simply then,

and we eat simply now. One of his favorites is meatballs, rice and corn. I know...a bit too much starch,but it is one of those meals that brings a smile on his face when he lifts the lid.

His smiles have always been important. I am blessed with a partner who is grateful.

So as I mix the ground meat with breadcrumbs,seasoning,egg and onion

...I feel like the bird on the twig outside

...happy

how quickly they grow

just bragging a little

boo hoo I miss them

#91 magpie tales

Life is a minefield of choices,

often opposites facing each other.

 It is with foggy vision that we trust

and sit or 

 keep going on ,fumbling and stumbling through.

And sometimes we run out of chairs and the music stops

and we have to sit on the only chair

 that is left

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

his name carved in stone

the maple leaves turned scarlet

there's death and there's death

http://magpietales.blogspot.com

#90

 typewriter and desk

a stack of crumbled paper

the frustration room

http://magpietales.blogspot.com

#89

Harvest

comes in many ways

even without our knowing

and for this I give thanks

so much done for me

and mine  without our merit

it is only grace

and mystery