Quote For The Day

“Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.”

Christopher Morley, writer (1890-1957)

Quote For The Day

“Sometimes doing nothing is doing everything.”
Kate Belle, writer, philosopher and teacher of joy.

Day In Haiku

Firs dance in the wind
Like ballerinas gone wild
Effervescently

Quote For The Day

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.”
John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)

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The Price Of Winter Fun

by Florence Ondré

Extra pain meds per day for those aches which tell you some precipitation is coming- and soon: Pennies

Fines for those overdue library books that couldn’t be returned because of the latest snowstorm which took a surprising new approach from the forecaster’s prediction: Nickels

Gas use incurred for forgetting half of what was on shopping list and having to go back out in sleet- one more time: Dimes

Parking in the city- if you can find an available one without mountains of black snow in it: Quarters

Running out of toilet tissue- in the middle of a blizzard: A few dollars —for paper and gas.

Extra food bought and wasted because the weatherperson said there was a blizzard coming and only rain showed up: $20 to $30 plus

Toilet repair needed because the innards kept secretly pumping water into the tank nonstop for months: $300

Sewer bill for the unnoticed extra water flow: $100 -per month

Leaking roof over one room of house: $980

Repair two months after for same leaking roof in the middle of a Nor’easter, plus windows and storm door damages: Thousands

Going outside barefoot in subzero temps, tripping and fracturing one’s own foot – on top of years of medical bills for spinal injury and still going strong: Hundreds of thousands

A mountain of Arrgghh! to go with: Pricless!

Day In Haiku

Housebound and ice held
Winter’s embraceable grip
Pins my self to peace

Quote For The Day

“To find a person who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.”

Robert Brault, software developer, writer (1938- )

The Gratitude Pool: Taking The Plunge or Being Submerged

by Florence Ondré

The challenge to find a grain of gratitude in the middle of your own personal besetting of travails is daunting and yet doable.

Sitting down to write at least one thing I can find in which to be grateful is a snap on the good days and at times when I take a rare glimpse at the nightly newscast. It’s no biggy to feel grateful for the roof over your head and heat in your home while you see so many without one or the other in the middle of subzero temps and blizzards.

Sure, in the face of cataclysms which dwarf your own ills, it’s a hell of a lot easier to get perspective and toss in the towel of temptation to dismiss your own troubles as smaller or no thing to whine about. “Look, at least I have a

A Valentine Vision

Happy Valentines Day!

Today, I was stuck indoors with a fractured foot, feeling like love was the last thing on my list. A 40 to 50 mile an hour winds off the ocean Nor’easter has covered our world with ice; transformed pavement into skating avenues and frozen every outside form into fantastical sculptures. Looking out my windows, there was startling beauty and life unexpected popping into vision, which I realized was meant to share. Here is what I saw…

Close your eyes and picture this Valentine Vision Gift for you:

Ice encrusted branches of crystal limbs of hedges with red berries…each one a Ruby in a Diamond ice ball; all gracefully dancing in the wind, and, in the solid ice branches of the leafless Maple tree, one bright red Cardinal alights to sing a snowy song of Valentine hello to remind you that you are loved.

Many Blessings in Light and Love,

Florence Ondré

Quote For The Day

“It is better to have loafed and lost than never to have loafed at all.”
James Thurber, writer and cartoonist (1894-1961)

Life Backwards

This just sent to me by my sister-in-law, Marilyn.  Don’t know the author but whoever you are, thanks for the laugh.  It’s winter doldrum time and I needed that.  Thought I’d put it out here for anyone else who might need a chuckle for the day.

In Light & Love,   Florence

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Sitting here retired, I finally observed what life is:

I want to live my next life backwards.

You start out dead… and get that out of the way.
Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day.
Then you get kicked out… for being too healthy.
Enjoy your retirement … and collect your pension.
Then when you start work…, you get a gold watch on your first day, or in my case a check.
You work 40 years… until you’re too young to work.
You get ready for High School…. drink alcohol, party, and you’re
generally promiscuous.
Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you
have no responsibilities.
Then you become a baby, and then…
You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in
spa-like conditions – central heating, room service on tap, and then…
You finish off as an orgasm.
I rest my case.

Rose Petals and Rust

by Florence Ondré

In reading over Esther Warner Dendel’s words, “It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals,” it occurs to me that while my mind, which is hooked up to that portion of my training as a human being in this lifetime that tells me that I must be doing something every minute of the day, has a tug of war with the muscles of my body which are saying, “Stay still. Be quiet. Do no thing.”

When things are not seeming to go fast enough for my satisfaction, these are wonderful words which remind me that nature/spirit has a plan and ways of bringing everything to a divine order and fruition. Everything really is in its own right place and right time.

It really is a maturity stage to arrive at and linger upon; loving as much the rust forming and the rose petals unfolding.

It is in the eye of the beholder and the mind of maturation where the loveliness of both can say, “Ahhhhhhh!”

As I sit back and take a breather, I find that I don’t mind this process at all.