Blog Talk, Friendships & A Cuppa :)

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I feel like talking and I hope you don’t mind getting that favorite “cuppa” and relaxing here for a little bit.
I’m reminiscing about how this blog was born and maybe you’ll do the same, thinking about yours. This is my third year now and I really can’t believe three years have passed. I thought by now I would have moved onto something else. Well, the truth is, I enjoy it. I love writing poetry, sharing it here and receiving feedback. Recently, I’ve had a little fun sharing photos, as well. By all means, I’m not a professional photographer, but I’ve always loved photography, taking photos and viewing them.

Circle_of_friends_with_earthAnother aspect of blogging is meeting people. I’ve made new friends from all over the world and from various parts of the U.S. and it’s amazing how we can talk and connect right here like we’re five minutes apart. Throughout these three years, a circle of blogging friends has been created and honestly, they feel more like family. I would assume most of you feel the same way if you’ve blogged for awhile.

I had never thought of blogging until after seeing the movie, “Julie & Julia” with Amy Adams and Meryl Streep. julie_and_julia-jonathan-wenkWhat an awesome movie and story, starring two of my favorite actresses. Anyway, I’m so thankful my son, especially, but also my hubby and daughter, nudged me into starting this blog. Through this journey, I’ve shared my emotions, made friends and checked off one more item from my bucket list by self publishing my first collection of poetry. This was a big accomplishment and then to have others purchase copies of my book…WOW, just WOW! What a humbling experience! 

I’d like to say that all of you have been a big part of my life. Your support, love and friendship has meant the world to me. Some of you have been with me from the start, have read some of my earlier work (oh my gosh) and have seen my writing evolve. I feel it has, even though there is so much more for me to learn. 

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We may never meet in person, but in this crazy, virtual world, we have come to support each other in our writing endeavors and through our life journeys, mixed with smiles and tears. I’m repeating myself, but I say “Thank You” once again, for making my blogging experience the best it can be for me! Your visits and comments have given me the encouragement to continue on this path.

turning 50This “blogging hobby” began soon after I turned the Big Five-O; it was something different, fun, exciting and a Giant step out of the comfort box. So I plan to carry on, looking forward to the road ahead and I’m truly blessed with such great company!

Lauren photo from Michael

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you
have a wonderful week ahead.
With Love, Hugs and Blessings,
Lauren

All Photos: Google Images
(except for the one of me) 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Precious Time Together

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Can we help in the kitchen?
Can we watch you cook?
I’d rather do this myself
then I stop and look
at the innocent faces

so eager to learn
selfish, no more,
it’s now their turn
Clothes will get dirty

dust will appear
chores never ending
that much is clear
So I say to them,

I’ll play and read books
I’ll teach you to be
great little cooks
For as you grow
and think of your Mother
Just know my love for you
is like no other

Lauren Scott © 1999

I wrote this years ago when my children were little
and spending time with them was far more important
than getting things done around the house.

I hope you’re leaving here with a smile and 
I appreciate your visit. Have a wonderful weekend! 

You don’t even know me…

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You avoid me and throw glares
your words hurt like a knife
There is more to you and me
than simply black and white

What are you against?
Is it my race?
My skin’s a different shade than yours,
what difference does it make?

Is it the style of my hair?
My mind is trying to guess.
Why must we stay at war,
don’t you like the way I dress?

Why should you care 
who I give my heart to?
Through this barrier, there
needs to be a break through

You don’t know me
You see only my shell
I smile and cry just like you
I’m tired of living in this hell

Our heart’s rhythm is the same
but I can’t make you understand
You turn a deaf ear while
your hate holds the upper hand

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google

(I wrote this years ago, but have now revised it.
It’s sad to think the issues of discrimination
still exist, but I will continue to pray
that someday, we will all live together in peace.
If, for some reason, we don’t agree, then at least,
we can “agree to disagree” without violence.)

Why Worry?

worried smiley face

What good does it do
except hang around
like super glue
causing nothing but
jitters in the belly
upsetting the gut

Your head’s a tornado
spinning
up a storm
Confusion
Concern
Anxiety
aren’t the norm

Emotions pour out
with implacable power
Oh, how you wish
the tempest would cower

What good does it do
besides make us blue?

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google Images

By writing this doesn’t mean I never worry,
in fact, it seems there is more reason for it, lately.
But I think we all know it does no good.
So here’s to moving forward with Hope,
Faith and Optimism. 🙂
Thanks so much for stopping by
and have a wonderful day! ♥

Language

I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see 
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak

I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?

It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence

 Lauren Scott © 2014

Crossing Bridges

I’ve posted about the Golden Gate Bridge before, 
but I felt like a second time would be okay.
San Francisco is practically in our back yard
and regardless of how many times I’ve crossed this bridge,
I’m always in awe of it’s glory! 
I hope you enjoy again, if you’ve already seen my post from last July. 🙂

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Burnt orange marvel
stretches to the sky
with arms of strength

Standing proud,
as tourists bike
and walk by its side

Boats glide below,
a rainbow of sails
parade on the bay

Ocean glistens
in all its glory
fog stays away

An awesome sight
to appreciate,
Our Glorious Golden Gate

Super structure walking under the bridgesuper structure below

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aerial view – Google images

Lauren Scott © 2014
(an old poem revised)
Have a Thrilling Thursday! ♥

A Tribute to All Moms ♥

Mother's Day Roses from Matthew 2014

Making everything perfect with her loving care
she’s an unselfish soul and always “there”
Under her wing is abundant warmth and comfort
she shelters with grace to avoid any hurt
Like a rose, her beauty shines forever
unlike its lifespan, her love never withers
She exemplifies a rainbow, beauty of many colors
bold for self confidence, pastel for helping others
She cares for people, before putting herself first
her heart’s full of kindness, joyfully eager to burst
With a butterfly’s elegance, she floats from task to task
her smile continues from early dawn to dusk
She’s a daughter, sister, lover and friend
a gentle spirit and shoulder unto the end
She’s an angel on earth; her spirit is divine
she’s a lovely blessing and truly one of a kind

Lauren Scott © 2012
Sharing an oldie,
wishing all you wonderful Moms

a special day filled with relaxation
or whatever your heart desires.
And to my Mom watching over us,
it’s been 2 years, but you’re in

our thoughts and hearts,
not only on this day,
but everyday. 

Happy Mother’s Day! 
Love and Hugs, Lauren ♥

A Taste of Bittersweet

The clock turned a deaf ear
to my desperate pleading, for
its hands have moved forward
rapidly and no matter where
our time is spent, the elephant
is in the room.

You whispered reasons for
leaving, but my vision was
clouded by the love in your eyes
and the romance in your touch.
I gave them little thought.
Now they clutter my dreams
and my heart is heavy.

I cannot bear to lose a part of
me; to watch you walk into the
future without my shadow.
You are my lift to each day in
dawn’s early light and my calm
when the sun sets for a night of rest.

Will our love bear the strength
to connect our paths, never-ending?
Or will this truly mean good-bye
with our souls needing mending?

Lauren Scott © 2014
(fiction)