Burning Gold

I reach into those places. Pull out a note or two. Dive again and find my wings. Soaring. The chill of remembrance runs across my skin…

The summer is speeding by. I’m not sure where time is going, it just disappears so quickly. One thing I do know is that it isn’t waiting on anyone. I’m feeling nostalgic these days. Summer was approaching only a few weeks ago. I was taking notes. I wanted to make this one a memorable one. Something to soothe the difficult times that had been casting shadows over my days. I wanted change. To unearth some life. I needed beauty.

Simplicity is a word that’s tossed around casually in spiritual speak these days. I’m not one to want to define things necessarily. I do however think there is a special kind of peace to be found there. Something to be molded. I want to approach my days like a scavenger hunt. Building on excitement. Holding the things I love close to my heart. Digging for what makes me flourish. Thriving on discovery and bliss.

I started listing in my mind all the ways I could weave new memories. How could I create or recreate certain feelings? One idea spiraled into another. Reminders that it’s easy to forget what makes us happy, but it’s also so easy to remember. Knowing this, pieces began to move, my summer started to emerge.

I had all these little blooms tucked away inside of me. I just needed to look. I was being taken by surprise. The rush of something new moving me. Possibilities poking around.

The heartbeat of harmony was nudging me. Whispering to me. Asking me how much life I wanted to take in. How much did I really want to see. What was I really willing to give up to infuse my days with every possible way to feel happy? Things get hidden in the details. There are so many simple moments that we can easily shape. We need to be reminded of the childlike simplicity that keeps us vibrant.

So what makes you smile? Deeply. Do you remember what your heart rushing feels like?  When do you slip away into peace? What brings you comfort?

I can’t lie. I’m feeling like the gentle brilliant shimmer of a setting summer sun. Captivated and spun. Weaving in and out of dreams. Summer has always felt like magic. But it isn’t just summer. It’s every day. Finding those secretive burning suns inside of us. Moments we can shape to kindle something never fading.

Here’s to finding that sweet spot…

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When He Comes to Call

Dear neighbor,

Today I have a special request. It seems like you’ve lost track of something. Maybe you’ve become forgetful, somewhat absent minded.

I should probably help you out. Be a kind neighbor and lend you a hand. In the event that you’d like to keep peaceful relations, I’ll gladly explain how you might want to approach the subject.

Sometimes situations can get a little sticky.

Let me explain a little further…

One night, while I was watching a supernatural documentary (of all things) I was startled. Jumping out of my skin startled. I screamed. Loudly! A shadow caught my eye. From the left hand corner. Something strange was going on. There was a noise. The ringing of a bell. And this strange creature. I’ll give you one guess as to what this completely unexpected phenomena was. I will admit, I laughed. It was funny. For a little while at least. So dear neighbor, have you misplaced a pet?

It seems as though your furry family member has taken a liking to my home. He’s been making his way through my screen. Uninvited. Like a furry little specter, creeping around my house. That day he startled me was cute. I had no qualms with your pretty kitty. Until…

I’m almost certain your pet isn’t coming around for the ambience and decor. He seems to have taken a liking to my trash can. Zeroed in on it with a mission. He’s a vigilante. Coming around in the dark of night through my screen in search of bounty. It seems I need to keep my trash under lock and key.

So dear neighbor, as endearing as you might find this situation to be. Please stop misplacing your pet. Remember to feed him. Remember he belongs to you. I know you don’t believe me when I voice my complaints. You’ve made as much clear, cats can’t rip open trash? Did I hear you right?

Sigh. I know what I saw. It wasn’t a trick of the eye. This busy little critter, eyes aglow in the night. He does come around. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, on more than one night. So what do I do when that jingle comes around? When the jangle of his little kitty bell echoes in the darkness? Maybe the next time I’ll pull out my phone. Capture the moment just right. Create a playful montage, add a little music. A silly little video just for you. A neighborly thing to do, a friendly gesture of sorts.  Something to remind you in case you forget.