the dreaming Press.

Re-entry into the atmosphere.

Lilacs on the lunch table.

Summer started a day or two ago for me and just being outside with my daughter and my friend was enough. Isn't it all just enough? It ought to be. Simple. Simple pleasures are for the soul caged within the human machine.

A soul caged in order to operate simply and exquisitely, with it's carmine pump that keeps it powered up for naps 'neath oak trees in hammocks, for water journeys fevered with fish, for the bipedal quest up high on mountaintops where it places it's flag at the summit before prostrating itself in asanas of reverence that would make the crickets stop singing to witness in sheer astonishment. We are caged here to relish the minute and the miraculous, to revel in the dream and the pure abandonment of gazing out at a liquid plum wine sky speckled with cosmic gases that burn into infinity. For if not for said cages, why...we'd be off like a flash to the next thing and the next thing and {like a crow to tinfoil on a roadside} the next brilliantly shiny thing....

The lilacs on the lunch table don't need to know they smell heavenly, don't need that basic reassurance...they just go about their business {of being} colouring our world purple with the scent and the sound of a thousand breezes which rush past kissing lips. The entymological heat prickles the skin on the back of our necks as we sup frozen popsicles to heed to the flowance and ebbance of all that Is.

Liquid blue canopy is the dream sky; an ocean for birds who take for granted the fact that their cages come with a set of feathered wings. Tis they who are truly free. No toiling. No sweat beads on their tiny fluffed up foreheads when the nest rent-check is late. Just a chirpy song and a swan dive into the crystalline air that holds them aloft.

{Ah the spirit of summer as enjoyed from the soul within the cage.}

Go do some splendid things for simple and happy warm summer day; apply some sparkly eye makeup, listen to music on your iPod while walking briskly, do hot yoga, whip up your own fruit smoothie, or better yet...get this recipe and make some frozen hot chocolate~! Dance beside the campfire, wear a pretty dress, sing out loud and then collapse worn out to dream a little dream amidst crispy white line dried sheets.

xoxo

Joie de vivre, fully supported.

sup·port (s-pôrt, -prt)

tr.v. sup·port·ed, sup·port·ing, sup·ports

1. To bear the weight of, especially from below.

2. To hold in position so as to keep from falling, sinking, or slipping.

3. To be capable of bearing; withstand: "His flaw'd heart . . . too weak the conflict to support" (Shakespeare).

4. To keep from weakening or failing; strengthen: The letter supported him in his grief.

5. To provide for or maintain, by supplying with money or necessities.

{Definition from the free dictionary. Thank you.}

I love support. I've been blind to it at times. {I'm sorry.} Overlooked it with confidence.

Yet.

If it weren't for that support, I'd be nowhere.

Go forth and do your part to support those you love. Yes, people are all that matter. Do your best, and the rest is up to them.

If they don't feel supported, perhaps they aren't supporting in return. It's a basic karmic principle.

Joie de vivre. It's a choice.

xo

i bottled the blue sky with conviction & grace

the blue sky she tested me!

one day as a thrill.

she shone down and through silver and pewter cumulus puffs she asked me one question;

Do you know the difference between a conviction and an opinion? she purred.

"Yes," said I. "I'll bottle the sky. It is my conviction to do so, I don't even need to try. There are those who would argue, with conviction even, that I haven't actually done it. But being so true to myself I know those opinions are only reflections of the opinionators themselves. You see, opinions are like mirrors, they reflect back to us what we truly are."

You think you are so clever don't you? and then she misted me with a light rain and rolled in her ominous dark cloud. She thought she could sway me, {she thought me too proud.}

"That is YOUR opinion," I stated with a smile.

As I lay back on that croaking frog grass while the rain fell in sheets to blanket me, I still held my bottle of blue sky {as a hope within a conviction sugared dream.} That she could never take from me. And I grew, as a result of that rain.

xoxo

52 photos project, a ray of light

Today I shall live wholeheartedly in love with all things.

Morning came much faster than I anticipated. I'm in a pink mood so if you see me at the little spa you'll see why. The world is afresh with the hum of insects and the chirping of birds...the grape jelly on my toast is making my inner child leap in fits of yellow! (I don't really overdose on yellow... but after years of brushing it to one side I feel it deserves it's moment in the sun.)

 

I'm hopscotch, fluffy clouds and dresses. Dancing madly and bright spring makeup. A dab of floral perfume and some fun kicks. Friday...you have a splendid energy you do.
xo

 
 Today's ring selection.  A pink robot.  Why would I wear anything else today!?

{Borrowed from my eleven year old daughter Olivia's collection of fine jewelry.}