Nature Succeeds Again!

On Labor Day, my husband and I wanted to escape the heat, so we drove into West Marin to pick up sandwiches at our special deli. Then we headed for Taylor Park to picnic among the Redwoods where the air would feel a little more welcoming. We savored those delicious sandwiches to the last bite, chatted about life, read for a bit, then we strolled through the park, enjoying the sights and sounds. I hope you’ll join me as I reminisce…

Looking up to the majestic Redwoods
from our picnic table.
A view of the park.
In the late 1800’s, this park was known as the resort,
“Camp Taylor.”
The old fish pond.
Time to cool off in the creek!
Be on the lookout!
Don’t be fooled by the gorgeous fall colors.
Poison Oak is toxic to humans, causing a
very itchy rash.
The old outdoor theatre. “Welcome, Everyone. Today
we’ll learn about the nighttime animals that wander
through the resort.”
On the trail again!
Anybody home?
The soft-looking texture of ferns.

And now I will leave you with this beautiful poem of mindfulness by Kaveri Patel:

Dear You,

You who always have
so many things to do
so many places to be
your mind spinning like
fan blades at high speed
each moment always a blur
because you’re never still.

I know you’re tired.
I also know it’s not your fault.
The constant brain-buzz is like
a swarm of bees threatening
to sting if you close your eyes.
You’ve forgotten something again.
You need to prepare for that or else.
You should have done that differently.


What if you closed your eyes?
Would the world fall
apart without you?
Or would your mind
become the open sky
flock of thoughts
flying across the sunrise
as you just watched and smiled.


Spending time in this tranquil park made us pause. We listened to birds chirping, children laughing, and the soothing babbles of the creek. I invite you to ponder these words of Kaveri Patel.
Will you allow yourself to simply watch and smile? I will certainly try…

Thanks for stopping by and stay well!
~Lauren ❤️

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More information about Kaveri Patel.

Cause to Celebrate

I stroll in the yard,
dry as an arid desert.
Drought drains most of life,
but they persevere, soaking
up occasional showers
.

Follow their guidance,
no surrendering,
joy imparts effortlessly.
Even through difficulties
cause to celebrate sweeps in.


So much is happening in the world to feed anxiety. But there is also cause to feel the joy that nature offers and to learn from her messages. And the desire to celebrate always sweeps its way into our lives to help keep our minds balanced in order to move forward.
For my husband and I, today we celebrate our beautiful daughter’s 30th birthday. 💞
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, and one filled with joy and Cause to Celebrate!

Lauren Scott (c) ❤️💜❤️

Rocking with Love

Built with tender hands
and love for his daughter,
she happily rocked through

childhood. Then with tiny fingers
wrapped around books, they
rocked like her – smiles spreading
across their soft cheeks.
Adorable animals enhanced
the white finish – charm never
to be erased. As memories

of her father flooded her mind
like a scrapbook of Polaroids,
Grandma watched her grandchildren
with a full heart, for that special rocker
embraced new generations
with the gentlest rhythm of love.

Our son in 1997, enjoying Grandma’s rocking chair that her father built. This precious little rocker has been passed down through our family for each new grandchild to feel the love.
Bigger smiles.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021 ❤️

Ever So Gently

Sometimes we get lost in our thoughts…
losing focus of stars shimmering above us,
the sky turning heavenly blue for our pleasure,
raindrops falling for our essential cleansing.
We tumble too deeply into the frontal lobe
allowing negative thoughts to awaken,
permitting them to throw a tantrum.

So we must remember the wind will carry
worries and doubts across rivers and oceans,
majestic trees will sway with joy, sheltering
from shadows, and light will continue to shine,
even if only a slight glimmer peeks through.
Its glow will grow ever so gently into a bright
beacon of hope rising with the golden sun
bringing the most beautiful clarity to our vision.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Tequila

She faded into the atmosphere.
Sometimes unexpected events
blindside us, and other times,
choices wait nearby for the
reaching – consequences
need accommodating.

She faded into the atmosphere…
laughter once filled the room
with joy bouncing off walls.
Tequila and wine coolers
ebbed worries, deep dialogues
of divulged truths lingered into
the night.

Now colorless cobwebs suspend
of long-ago memories
with the realization
no new memories
will be in the making.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Like a Child

I’ve never seen him act this way
So listless rivalled to fun-filled days
Head hangs low with each new step
Where is his happy, bouncy pep?

Pacing round and round the room
Sunshine doesn’t fade the gloom
Seeking comfort with a whine
His distress infects my mind

He tucks his body in real tight
Leaning on my feet, he might
Those amber eyes touch my soul
Emotions begin to lose control

I’ll care for him until the day
He romps around, eager to play
His floppy ears will tell me so
My love for him will overflow

Our Copper Boy has been sick all week and
it’s been
heart-wrenching to see him not feeling well.
This is a first for him in his almost eleven years.
❤️

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Middle of Day

Chimes ring contrasting to
hammer against nail – whack!
Homes get makeovers
why not shine the dull?
Owl keeps watch with golden eyes
its presence reticent to surroundings
Birds glide in now and then for a snack
residual seed drifts to concrete
Leaves flutter from gentle nudge
of summer’s breeze
Footsteps on hardwood walk several feet
was their energy worth it?
Clinking of glass on glass adds rhythm
but not for cutting the rug
Voices remain soundless
where have all the people gone?

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

A Proud Peacock

An unfamiliar word in her circle
she didn’t wish for knowledge,
but her circle was not so durable.
For now, she was aware

of the bitter emotions
tailing it like a hungry stray,
the hit to self-esteem
the “did I say something?”
Loneliness puffed up
like a proud peacock.

She held awareness
in the palm of her hand

pained to know such a
two-syllable word.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Nature’s Attraction

all are invited
to our patio, indulge
and feel accepted

no need to squabble
there’s plenty to go around
nibble in delight

watching from sidelines
awestruck from the performance
nature’s attraction

Lauren Scott (c) 2021
These aren’t the best photos,
but I was happy to capture
these little friends in action.

Therapy

The day finishes. I grab
the dog bed and bone

and fill the bowl with
water. Drinks sparkle
in crystal clear glasses.
Dialogue begins over
life, the joys and reasons
for rising stress levels.

Cracks in the concrete
absorb emotions.
On
the patio, no thoughts
are silenced.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021