The Wisdom of Signs

Yesterday, I met a friend for breakfast, and then we took a walk through downtown and the neighborhood. We both were struck by the beauty and uniqueness of this sign that is not uncommon to any of us. So, below are thoughts that came to mind in the form of haiku:

when children are near
absorb their laughter, the joy
flowing into you

snails teach with their wise
leisure movements, taking in
beautiful backdrops

slow down your travels
do not let decades escape
catalogue moments

pause in your footsteps
regard life’s celebrations
breathe in their fragrance

Lauren Scott (c) ❤️

The Cheerleader

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.

Bandwidth

Sometimes, we find ourselves walking in the wrong direction at a good clip, so preoccupied that the gap in the pavement trips us, tumbling us in. Darkness seizes. Uncertainty and fear join in the huddle. Our bodies paralyzed by fear’s powerful grasp. But thoughts penetrate in the depths of our minds, how strength has always been a constant in our lives where weakness only an acquaintance. So, with great mental bandwidth, our fingers grip each little crevice of gloom like a seasoned rock climber. We move, inching upward, finding our way out as darkness begins to dim, and rays from the big golden ball in the sky warm our shoulders. We revel in our accomplishment, never again underestimating our capabilities, as we joyfully hold the future in our hands.

Enjoy your weekend, Feel empowered, and a Big Thanks to all of you for reading, liking, and commenting throughout the years.
Lauren Scott (c)
❤️
Strength photo: Google

Peach Essence

feeling bashful, she
displays her stunning profile
nature’s loveliness

dazzling passersby
her peach essence entrances
they pause to admire

energy restored
she reclaims her place in life
after night’s spring rain

raindrops vacillate
layers hold their own secrets
delicate delight

petals of velvet
invite raindrops to bask in
their peach enchantment

Lauren Scott (c) 🧡🧡

Raindrops, Good Friday, Easter, and Cookies 🌷

It’s been so long since rain touched down in our region that we’ve forgotten what it sounds like when it falls in droves or when those raindrops touch the roof. But yesterday, we were reminded once again, and the sound was lovely. No wind, no storm, no messiness. Raindrops fell lightly and consistently, all day long, just the soft pitter patter soothing the flora. The blades of grass and blooms with their friendly faces that wish to brighten our days sighed with relief. They were immersed in droplets of hope, and so were we. This precipitation was a welcomed surprise just before Easter.

Today is Good Friday in the Christian religion: a day of commemorating Jesus Christ’s crucifixion. Thus, a day of grief, penance, and for some, a day of fasting. Then Easter follows on Sunday, a holiday for celebrating Jesus’ resurrection from the dead. On this day, I wish you an abundance of peace and comfort.

For Easter, I decided to do some baking, so I pulled the recipe card out of my recipe box for my mom’s sugar cut out cookies. I have wonderful memories of baking with her when I was a young girl. I continued that tradition with my daughter and son, but now that they live on their own, I bake solo. In the past, I’ve used Cross cookie cutters for Easter, but this time I bought some that are fun for both spring and Easter.

My faithful red hand mixer has treated me well, so no need for a giant mixer in my kitchen. Butter, white sugar, eggs, vanilla, flour, and baking powder waited for their cue. Once the cookies were baked, I mixed up creamy buttercream frosting: more butter, powdered sugar, a little milk, and vanilla, and voila! So good! When the cookies were cool, I frosted them then I added colored sprinkles for decoration. Some bakers paint their cookies, but I like to sprinkle. And here’s what my kitchen looked like:

Bunnies, flowers, butterflies, and chicks! What more do we need, except, Love, Love, Love?! Oh, and do you see those white carrots with the green tops or fronds, as they are called? Well, I forgot orange sprinkles, so they turned into white carrots. Yes, white carrots do exist and they’re called, Arracacha, an Andean root vegetable. My son said that the carrot cookies look like feet. I didn’t see that then, but I can see it now. 🙂

Now that you’re full from cookies, you may be in the mood to read a delightful children’s book for Easter that I highly recommend, “Sir Chocolate Saves Easter” by Robbie and Michael Cheadle.
You can read it at:
https://writingtoberead.com/2022/04/13/growing-bookworms-sir-chocolate-saves-easter-sirchocolatestory-childrensfiction/. Robbie is also an incredible baker, and she shares her fondant and cake artwork in this adorable book.

I wish you a wonderful weekend ahead. And if you celebrate Easter, I wish you warmth for a wonderful day, and joy and rejuvenation this new season of spring brings.

Lauren Scott 💞🐰🌺

A Trail of Spring

Contrary to my poem on climate change a couple weeks ago, “The Effects”, I found a trail of spring on a recent morning walk. Even though we’re still in dire need of buckets of raindrops, the blooms I saw rejuvenated my steps. I felt inspired because of their beautiful representation of rebirth, exactly what this lovely new season is all about. They didn’t mind posing for a quick photo op, so would you like to join me for a second time around on the trail?

And now, a little more about Nature herself…

Her Offerings

Harmony lives in each flow of a breeze
In each gentle embrace of evergreens
The clear blue enchantingly shields
Let nothing stay concealed.

Blooms tender their affable smile
Leaves listen in for awhile
Birdsong soothes the whirling mind
A landscape perfectly designed.

Nature’s lessons are plentiful
Shall our choices be flexible?
We are not ignorant to her offerings
Receive them for relief of suffering.

A painting of beauty and brilliance
Mesmerizing even in distance
Can you deny the splendid view?
Allow serenity to fall into you.

(From my book, “More than Coffee:Memories in Verse and Prose”)

Lauren Scott (c)
Thank you for stopping by! ❤️🌺



One Step Closer

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! ❤️

The Gift

Life is like a package
placed in our cupped hands,
wrapped in festive paper,
tied in matching ribbons
we unravel first.
Heartbeat increases
from excitement
of what we’ll find.

We lift the lid,
peek inside,
but unlike paper,
recyclable,
the gift of life
cannot be tossed back
into the universe.
No spare awaits

on the sidelines.
The contents
require tenderness,
but first lies a set
of instructions
unique to the recipient,
as visible as
a red rose in
a garden of daisies.
If those guidelines

are followed
with gratitude, bravery,
and tenacity,
the purpose of our gift,
so delicately given,
will come as naturally
as the moon on a night,
deeper than the deepest sea.

Lauren Scott (c) 2022

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 ❤️

https://www.wisdominwaves.com/about.html
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) ❤️💜❤️