National therapy animal day

 We honor today 

All those companions

Who with us, stay

And help us…

make

Our lives better

Hooray😎

Little robin

 Little robin 

Chest of red 

Secrets unspoken 

Lived, instead 

When fears prevail

 When fears prevail

Tears leave a trail

I look into the 

Imagination

sky 

And away I sail 

Open

 Open your hands a heart beats within 

In freedom

 My eyes reflect the blue of the sea

When they are in freedom, naturally
I can jump up so high
Chase and play
Catch my food
This is the dolphin way
But when in a small space
Entrapped and alone
Or even with others
All I can do is moan
The blue sea reflection
Flickers then dies
Lost in man’s deception
Why bother to try

world looks

Our world is screwed

Values skewed

I defer to the wisdom

Of this boidie girl/dude

my name is magic mikey and i adopted my humans in 2014.and i am DNA male with an ovary

oh it so cool being me

and this extra gender of course

just adds to my creds as a total boss!

king queen and everything in between

 

Mere Kats

being a meerkat looks
like such a fun thing
... to do
can i be a meerkat

Too 

Stronglove

 The soft and the gentle 

Hold yourself tall

You are the most powerful 

Of them all.

Springtime concerto

 The call of hope 

Sweet flowers sing

To all those who believe 

Do your ears ring 

Steps against the sky

 Steps against the sky

When we are not 

Told why

The day apres

 The day apres

When all the glitter 

Goes away.

The dust resettles

You are who you are

Your day begins 

You drive away 

In your car 

Sometimes wishing 

Away was far.

Spring glory

 Spring glory writes its own story

Compassion cake

 

i would like to bake 
a compassionate cake 
to create a world of giving 
and less of take 
where loving kindness 
is the norm 
not one where cruelty 
attacks in swarms 

Your spirit

 Your spirit hides between the petals

Your strength, power 

And heavy mettle 

Would

 Would you walk with me in fantasy 

Sunbrella

 A graceful sunbrella

To hold you close

And keep the tears

Away

Accumulate

 We count each moment, in voices silent.

Sunfellows

 Happy pairs of yellow sunfellows. Smile is style

 

Even

 Even when man gets in the way

Nature will play 

Reach

 Do you reach from a heart well worn 

Battered but not forlorn 

Although once deceived 

In love it still believes.

Harmonious

 The harmonious nature of that which we  need not comprehend 

The grace of the

inexplicable will never end

Save the elephants day

 in the silence of sound

a deafening roar
what will happen
to the world
if we hear it
no more.

The little

 The little lives that make our natural  world so perfect 

In freedom

My eyes reflect the blue of the sea
When they are in freedom, naturally
I can jump up so high
Chase and play
Catch my food
This is the dolphin way
But when in a small space
Entrapped and alone
Or even with others
All I can do is moan
The blue sea reflection
Flickers then dies
Lost in man’s deception

Why bother to try

 

learnt

 a year ago i was admitted to the hospital for a serious, life threatening heart infection.  seven days later, doctors performed open heart surgery...11 days later i went home.

for a year or so before,  i was very run down. i attributed this decline in my physical condition to overall mental malaise, old age and already diagnosed lung disease. after echocardiogram, our cardiologist sent me to the emergency room, where the aforementioned happened. 

during the hospital stay i was pumped with life saving drugs and life saving  support from the man i love, and who loves me.

each day at the hospital,  i would look around the room, listen to the sounds, watch the people, look out the window.  each moment seemed forever and those forevers seemed a lifetime...i clung to them all as i floated in the sea of unknown. the barrage of medical tests, pokes prods, nebulizers confirmed i was still here. even the bad food was life affirmating/

when the day of surgery arrived, as i was wheeled down cold halls and cramped  elevators, i gulped down all these sensations, eager to digest every part of what life i did or did not have remaining.  when i met the bevy of medical personnel who were involved in the procedure, i cracked jokes. i figured, keep the reaper laughing and he'll forget to take me.

slowly i began to sort of emerge from the fog of anaesthesia and reality began to rear its head..  i was sent home, scared but eager to return to those who i loved, that which i liked to do, and some semblance of normal life.  

my husband gave  me daily infusions of antibiotics for almost 7 weeks.  our lives revolved around visiting medical personnel, and going to visit medical personnel.  things ran smoothly and we kept on going.

it was spring, the sun was shining. actually it had never shone so clear and bright. it was as if i had experienced the sun for the first time.  and it was beautiful.

in fact, almost everything was. my  scar...not so much but it was a proud remunder of the gift of survival. 

even our apartment glowed.

to put into words how it felt....to be alive after being so close to not being so.  to the joy of still breathing even though my breathing apparati did not wish to necessarily cooperate.  to explain how warm, bright and inviting our home felt as my husband unlocked the door and we walked in on that first day....

to our first breakfast...we three sitting at the table...these things were more precious than mere verbiage could possible express. very carefully i returned to my yoga, after doctors permission of course. that too was a long road...filled with not bumps as much as detours...

gratitude far to simple a word yet the perfect summation

a fall in december of this year resulting in traumatic brain injury and frontal lobe brain bleed...

brain 1..fall 0!!!

the road continues...

this picture conveys how we made it.

humor and above all, a serious dose of silly

thank you for reading

Gray

 These walls of gray 

A map of life

To be cherished 

And discovered 

Vibran-see

 The rich hue of hope and imagination 

How pretty

 How pretty our streets

If we follow  more than

Our feet.

Here

 Here

I hide and grow.

And when it is time, 

I go.