Read Me!!!

(to anyone taken, mistaken or left behind)

Hey

Hey you there

Come over here

Do you see me?

Here

Come closer

Check me out

Am I appealing?

Pick me up

Feel my weight

Peruse my pages

On the surface

Am I what you want?

Could I satisfy your emptiness?

Imagine me

With you

I could be

"the one"

Yes, Yes

Take me

Take me with you

Home

I can bring you places

only imagined

Let me fill your nights

Open me up

Crack my binding

Delve into me

...Deep...

Let me lie there

with you

Always

within

Arms reach

I can be

"the one"

To captivate

~Intrigue~

~Excite~

I can do it

"For you"

If you would

just

pick me

No, No

Please

Don't leave

Don't leave me

here

Among the others

I could be

"the one"

The one you meant

to take

The one you

left

behind

The one you left

Your worst

Miss-Take

(This is my "take " on how a book in a book store feels when a prospective buyer approaches- I had a lot of fun writing this challenge which was to write something that could be interpreted in more than one way- Hope it was good for you too!!)





Optimistic Oaf's Oath

A perennial procrastinator produces nothing,
but they do it with ongoing success

written by an optimistic oaf

Hide & Seek the Answers

My own personal game of hide & seek goes something like this:

I find myself craving the night
The moonbeams shine a different shade of light on every situation
diffused and subtle, but so much brighter
I know my answers are near
though it is dark, I see things more clearly
I know my answers are near
Delivered straight to me
with the strength and power of the sunlight
but without all the glaring distractions
I know my answers are near
When I seek clarity
I think best in the dark
where no one else is looking

Opportunity Knocks- Do You Answer?

It's only a missed opportunity if you think it is,

 otherwise, it's a choice.

One Year Ago Today- Hallelujah!!

 It's hard to believe we were buried in snow last year at this time, but one year ago today, this is what we were looking at.  Equally hard to believe is that one year ago today, Stella was a vibrant, energetic, social dog enjoying a walk in the massive amounts of snow we had. Her current existence pales in comparison and is equally, as drastically different, as our weather.  Polar opposites in both cases. 

I can still remember our walk that day.  We were out for about an hour and a half.  The snow was so deep we were navigating undisturbed snow and it was both exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.  The scene was breathtaking and serene.  It was our escape and that escape has now become our goal.  Stella's recovery is very slow.  The longest she has walked is perhaps a quarter of a mile, maybe fifteen minutes long.  She has visited her neighboring friends, but it has been a humbling experience for her.  They want to play and she can't.  As a result her shackles stand up on end and she resembles a Rhodesian Ridgeback.  She is uneasy with their sudden movements and feels very vulnerable.  The result is, Stella prefers to walk at night when her friends can't see her slowed pace and compromised mobility.  The only exception to this is her friend Sophie who seems to understand her.  She is perfectly content to just walk with Stella, side by side, with me as their chaperon.  Stella feels at ease with Sophie who respectfully gives her the space and time she needs.  It's a sad state for a dog who was once an agility dog weaving, jumping, and snaking through tunnels.
If we could go back to this day one year ago, and give Stella a taste of who she used to be, I'm convinced she'd get the adrenalin boost she needs to get herself moving toward recovery.  The snow was magical that day and that magic is just what we need to get Stella moving toward the dog she used to be and when she does, I'll be singing my own Hallelujah Chorus.

Memory Maker

If we can make a memory worth saving, every day, then we will have lived each day fully. 

What more could we want?

Lacked the Smack

• Today was a day I lacked focus, drive, energy, talent, ambition, concern, control or creativity.  Surprisingly, I am unfazed by my lapse of presence, unmoved by my ineffective existence.  I openly accept my lackluster performance.  I took advantage of nothing, generated even less and was indifferent to every slipshod, slapdash, slovenly step.  This was an entirely erroneous loss of an opportunity to evoke inspiration.  Now I know why it is called, "lackadaisical".  This was a day that was totally lacking.  Tomorrow will be a smackadaisical day, with nothing but smashing success!