Anti-Pet

“Since when are you an animal lover?”

“You’re Anti-pet, Mommy.”

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These are things my children say. I was taken aback by the “anti pet” thing out of my youngest, but that was just him and his perception. This week my 14 year old purposely bullied his cat and I put a stop to it, and he asks

“Since when are you an animal lover??”

Like, what??? Excuse me?

Do any of you think you’ve changed a lot since you were younger?
Do you think the changes are good ones or bad?

The transition from child to adult is interesting and full of changes. I don’t have to tell any of you that. For my children to label me as “anti-pet” and animal hater means I have changed in ways I didn’t even know about.

I know I’m jaded now. I don’t believe in fairy tale love anymore –…

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April 13, 2018 1

3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 3

From the movie Laura. Great movie!

Thank you again, SyncWithDeep !!!!!!!!!!!!! For giving me this awesome fun game to play with you guys!

My quote:

The character of Waldo Lydecker at one point says:

“Let’s not be psychiatric.”

And I just got such a kick out of it. I added it to my facebook favorite quotes along with my original Yeats quote and my Catherine Aird quote that you can find on my front menus of both my blogs, Kaleidoscope and Spinsta.

I love this quote because I am learning every day to integrate, heal, balance, live with, PTSD which causes in turn, some issues with depression and anxiety. This quote cracks me up lol.

I’m nominating these last three bloggers to carry on the Quotage:

Ricardo Sexton , O at the Edges, and the resident hottie, Texas.

Here are the rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.

(you may mail chocolate to…..)

Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

Share why this quote appeals so much to you.

Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

April 13, 2018 0

3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 2

“The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and
all that I think and all that I write. . . .
I have always considered myself a voice of
what I believe to be a greater renaissance –
the revolt of the soul against the intellect.”

-William Butler Yeats

I was looking for the Yeats quote that I used to have in my Facebook, which is this one: “Literature must take the responsibility of its power . . . and keep all its freedom.”
But in looking online for it, I stumbled over the one above which I like even better.

The quote I picked is part of a longer bit of conversation, in which he explains that “Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life…If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book, nor would The Countess Kathleen have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.”

Now I can’t agree with that in its entirety, as I have written and created before and after magic entered my life, but what I can agree with is that my “mystical life” – my soul fire – is at the heart “of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.” And that is visible in some of the poetry I have posted here.

My Three Nominations are:

Beauty Beyond Bones

Happy Parents, Happy Children

and

Soul Therapist

* My quote on Day #1

April 12, 2018 0

Thy Rose

I would be thy Lady, if thou wouldst have me
and in my submission, learn to be free
I would be thy Lady, were it thy will
in trust, I would learn to be still

for a time, and then

I would seduce thy ear with soft-spoken words
becoming in the night all that thou heard
speaking words of love to thee when they were felt
reclaiming my power when before thee I knelt
I would feel thee within me odd times of the day
know thee beside me at night as I lay

“Little Flower, now touched by the sun

erupts into hot, molten life and trembles …

poised on the precipice of desire.”

I would drench thee, saturate thee, utterly captivate thee
in the torrent of our infinite possibility
I would be thy summer and I would be thy spring
I would be both thy solitude and thy tawdry fling
I would pleasure thee with all that is fine

hold thy heart beating . . . give thee mine

“I urge thee, I urge thee, Look at me … “

hidden deep in thy throat, I would hear my name

… and we would never be the same.

I would know thy heart if thou wouldst bare it
thy thoughts, if thou wouldst share them
fuel thy whims, desires, dreams if thee dare
seduce thy mind, soul, body if thee care
I would dance before thee and then away
twining my hair through my hands in this way
thy interest through my fingertips

I would tug at thee, compel thee, entice thee just so
I would desire thee, yes . . .
But would love thee more, and honor, and respect

I had gauged his honor though I did not know it

“A quality of trust. I pushed him away.

I pulled him back to me. But in the end

… his face is all I see.”

Thou hast long since braved the brambles of mine heart
I would be thy rose now, and create a new start
I would submit to thee, surrender my Self to thee

I would be thy Lady. If thou wouldst have me.

April 11, 2018 5

Mellow — forgottenmeadows

This is where I, thankfully, am finally at now. Thank you forgottenmeadows – for putting words to my heart this year:

Her ache mellowed, into tears of the ocean, flowing under sunset.

via Mellow — forgottenmeadows

April 9, 2018 0

Still Life with Silence — O at the Edges

Still Life with Silence

Not two, but one,
invisible

and stretched between
stump and fence,

filled with
time, defining

implication. Empty
the pitcher. Accept

its limitations.
Listen to what is not.

(Click the link and read the original location. I love the second pic he posts .)

Still Life with Silence Not two, but one, invisible and stretched between stump and fence, filled with time, defining implication. Empty the pitcher. Accept its limitations. Listen to what is not. “Still Life with Silence” first appeared here in October 2016.

via Still Life with Silence — O at the Edges

April 9, 2018 3

One step from a fairy tale

This poem touches a place in me that I don’t even let see the light of day anymore lol . WOW.

Unoriginal (love) noteS

Take a breath, and touch me slowly,

Care to notice the difference in structure.

Don’t rush to the last page of the story,

There’s much more to learn from fracture.

The cracks you’re continuously missing,

By keeping your eyes on the bigger picture,

Are yearning, squirming and hissing…

I know, I know. I’m such a mixture.

Thus, take a breath, and touch me slowly,

We are not a crush. We’re Never-ending story.

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April 9, 2018 1

3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 1

I’m so excited; I’ve been nominated for my very first challenge and game on WordPress since I started my two blogs!

Thank you SyncWithDeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here are the rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.
Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
Share why this quote appeals so much to you.
Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My First Quote Is:

“Success is the sum of small efforts,
repeated day in and day out.”
-Robert Collier

This quote is something I found in a calendar or something. I cut it out and it is on the front of my day planner, like so:

to remind and inspire me that it is the little, mundane things like To Do lists, and calendars that lead to the fruition of goals, and my goals in particular.

It encourages me to keep plugging away every day even if there don’t appear to be immediate results.

It reminds me that while I have to create a day planner binder to keep track of all that I am trying to accomplish, it is WORTH it. And that all these annoying little tasks have a meaning greater than the sum of their parts.

I nominate:

April 9, 2018 1

Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog

I am pleased to share a first and hopefully only the beginning of writing and sharing from a special guest that prefers to remain anonymous. We are glad you joined us. ❤️ Each day is a new day, a fresh start, a clean slate. Outsiders, see courage, strength, and determination take on the day. Inside […]

via Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog

Each day is a new day,

a fresh start,

a clean slate.

Outsiders,

see courage, strength,

and determination take on the day.

Inside

the feelings of fear, exhaustion,

and timidness drive one foot in front of the other.

However, one foot is in front of the other.

Ever moving forward.

Progressing.

Hitting snooze seven times

and then getting up.

But she gets up.

On the outside she appears to have it all.

On the inside,

all of her is giving,

every ounce of effort

to get through the day.

Perception is your reality.

Moving forward is always moving forward.

They may see a lioness

and she may feel a snail.

Each serve their purpose

and still she is making progress.

Today, she is thankful for the tiny movements she made forward.

These are her victories.

They can think whatever the hell they want.

In the end.

It’s all the same anyway.

She is a champion!

This is so true for so many of us. People have no clue how much of a triumph it can be just to get up and go to work like a normal person does. Beautiful bit of poetry here!

(photo was my addition from net.)