Remember, the breeze carries
burdens down rivers
and across oceans,
majestic trees sway with joy,
sheltering from shadows,
and the light shines even if only
a slight glimmer slips through...
Keep hope in your heart and enjoy your weekend! ❤️
This verse is from a poem in my upcoming book.
Photo: Samuel P. Taylor Park – magical moments with Redwoods.
© Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com – All rights reserved.
© Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com – All rights reserved.
An icy gust shadows him around the corner grazing his earlobe, cold chills ripple down his spine. But his Italian wool threads not only portray prosperity, but they also combat the frosty temperature while he slides onto black leather behind the wheel. Success sits in his suit pocket, having propelled him to the top rung of the corporate ladder. He accelerates in the Night Blue Porsche. A satisfied smile forms because he knows his arrival is highly anticipated.
Down the street, she walks in her own bubble, and it’s as though she controls that gust, tamping it down to a gentle breeze. Her silver heels click on the sidewalk as she moves effortlessly. With cell on speaker, passersby become privileged to thrilling updates, and then she adds, “Have you heard the latest?” But gentle breeze be gone, she buttons up her long, wine-red coat, tightening the belt as the roaring wind wraps around her like a python. When the hailed driver meets the curb, she smugly skims over the back seat, phone chat undisturbed.
And across the way, huddled against a weathered building, he daydreams of warmth, the wind chill forcing its way through his tattered jacket – he fantasizes about lying beneath layers of fleece and wool, comfort permeating from his shaggy long brown hair to his olive-green socks full of holes. But no complaints slip through his chattering teeth. Homelessness may be his current address; however, sadness will never be his default emotion. Instead, his eyes watch as his mind formulates hope.
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Photo: Pixabay
A repost/revision.
Christmas time is not only a season of Love, Giving, and Hope, it is a season of remembering…our minds return to the days when loved ones who have passed celebrated with us. And when I came across this old photo of our children from 1997, I couldn’t help the feeling of warm and fuzzy in my heart.
A season of noble fir fragrance, festive decorations that bring joy…
and cozy evenings with a flickering fire or dancing candlelight.
A season of traditional baking while adding a new sinfully, delicious recipe…
Toffee Bars:
1 c. salted butter, 1/2 c. sugar, 2 c. flour, 1/2 c. chopped pecans or walnuts (optional), 1/2 c. toffee chips
Directions: soften butter and mix with sugar and flour. Add toffee chips and nuts. Pat into a 9×13 ungreased pan. Be sure edges are straight. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. While hot, use a pastry brush to spread the glaze on: 1 c. powdered sugar, 3 T. milk, 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla
Let cool and cut into squares. Enjoy!
And the king of the house (Copper) will not be forgotten, sporting his new holiday hoodie to keep warm in his older years, while he wonders what Santa will bring him this year…
many merry shapes
frosted and sprinkled with love
from my heart to yours
❤️ ❤️ ❤️
This is my last post for the year, and I’ll be on Christmas break
as of tomorrow. So I wish you all a holiday season
filled with lots of love and sweetness!
Thank you for your wonderful visits to read my thoughts in verse and prose.
See you in the New Year! 🎄🎉🎉🎉🎄
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Just look at that painting in the sky!
Brush strokes of orange,
bright and cheerful
like California Poppies
parading in our yards.
Can you feel it? I can.
I see hope clearly suspended
in the pale hues
in the midst of that vibrancy,
waiting for the right time
to glide in and perform
its opening act.
That’s what we do, isn’t it?
We wait for the best time to do something,
to speak words that could produce honesty
or vulnerability within our hearts.
We delay in beginning the next goal.
It’s coming…time…
But what if while waiting, we miss the sign?
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The sun hangs joyfully in the sky,
Clouds stay concealed alertly on stand-by.
Watch your step through the never-ending maze…
Your safety may just be a delusional phase.
A dizzying task, to the left, to the right,
All you can ponder is fight or flight!
Moans around each turn trouble your heart.
Screams in the void cause a kickstart.
Beware of rustling as the wind grows harsher.
Something lurks in the stalks as you move farther.
Deeper and deeper you sink into ugly dread,
Fearing you’ll stumble upon unsightly bloodshed.
Your world has transformed into endless corn!
You have failed and fallen, feeling forlorn.
But lo and behold, a ladybug on a leaf
Bringing to your heart a flood of relief.
Her essence portrays hope that was buried.
Fright has dissolved, you no longer feel harried.
Those unsettling sounds don’t cause any chills
Compelling you to hightail it for the hills!
Should you muster up courage to return next year,
To this spooky season that brings about ghouls?
Or should you leave the shivers and fear
For the thrill-seekers and the reckless fools?
BOO!!!!! 👻🎃👻
P.S. Look closely at that second image above..do you see something lurking?
And if you’re so inclined, you can listen to me recite this fun poem below:
Last weekend we went to this fun corn maze, and then walked
around the pumpkin patch, picking up some pumpkins, and
admiring the beautiful horses, an adorable heifer,
cute little goats, and a friendly donkey.
Lots of fun things to do for the little ones, too.
Happy early Halloween and be safe out there…
you just never know what skulks around the bend.
😳👹👿
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Light
follows
darkness like
earth shadows the
sun, but its timing,
fickle unlike morning’s
entrance each day. Thus, if gloom
lurks within arm’s reach, keep courage
nearby, for the great cheerleader of
grit will spot that beam displaying hues so
vivid, bursting with something larger than
we can imagine and can’t exist
without for a contented ride.
It takes digging deep into
the depths of our souls to
unearth the chief spark
of all notions,
shimmering,
welcomed…
Hope.
Lauren Scott (c)
Pink rose from our garden.
Overcome fears that attempt to control us
Navigate well-planned itineraries and give ourselves encouragement
Examine individual expectations to evade unnecessary pressure
Stay focused, don’t allow visions to become clouded
Turn negativity into optimism, energize minds
Embrace the “can do” instead of dwelling on the “can’t”
Pray for patience and less need for immediate results
Combine dreams with reality and stretch thought abilities
Leave failed attempts buried in the forgiving past
Open eyes to new, plausible, and stimulating opportunities
Support ourselves to avoid preventable disappointments
Edge towards much anticipated, thrilling finish lines
Remember to view the cup half full; half empty will only deter.
Lauren Scott (c) 2022
Happy Friday and Happy April! ❤️
Sometimes, we hold plans
with such great importance
that when they become derailed,
our mindsets are not as tough as we assume,
no, not as tough as spider silk –
they spiral into grottos of gloom
where we keep company
with a suitcase of insecurity.
Indulging in comfort that doesn’t
judge or bicker occurs effortlessly.
The smell of sorrow is overwhelming.
But despite the absence of light,
the sunrise slowly unfolds,
brushstrokes of vivid oranges
illuminate the sky
like a painter brightens a new canvas,
and the experience feels feather-light
as though a burden is lifted.
Our fascination is stirred once again
by a hummingbird’s ability to fly
forward and backwards, sideways,
and even upside down. We hear the
sparrows singing their tales,
and bees buzzing in jubilation.
Sensing the spiritual presence of hope,
we exhale with relief, and we are optimistic
for an extended stay.
Lauren Scott (c) 2021
Photo: sunrise from an early-morning walk
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