Drinking and Thinking?

Drinking and Thinking
April 13, 2013

LoveLife IS Love™©,
Whimsical Words With A Serious Meaning

On a Spring Morning in Maine

Are you thinking,
an alcoholic beverage.  No.
I am drinking ...

Hot coffee, it is, as is usual for me this time of day,
for me to drink and think and,
to tell what my sense and senses say,
as I sit in my cozy seat and sip this warm, delicious mix.
It is a fix,
for me to watch through kitchen window,
this, another day grow out of darkness,
a joyful pleasure and good way to spend some leisure,
giving my two cents
and say,

This morning Snow, White, I tweet these words

"Today, white. Yesterday's snow, clouds +ice -new blanket spread around on trees & ground, &crystals bending branches. Still now, Love." U?M

and think, "this is too short. And, besides, on Twitter, everyone talks and nobody listens.  So, what is the point of words on twitter? Then again, there are a few I know ... have come to know through Twitter ... who are real people and solid friends ..."

So, my reasons unfold,

"These words resonate with some. Few, but enough hearty souls and courageous, as they speak out as well.  It is good to know and to share words from the heart, to know you are on this earth, myy kindred spirits."

and as I sit and think about it all,
clumps of snow begin to fall,
and drip from trees.
A brighter sky now warming,
the ice begins to sparkle in sunbeams,
this crystal splendor soon to be ... gone
as it is, time passing and thoughts so fast and words so slow,

"and writing such a distraction from being ...the page is not real ... here and now ... words, there are never enough of them to tell the story, but it is just another form of expression, as is life ... and every step taken ... expression of self"

Sunbeams, within each droplet an infinite rainbow sparkles

"Life IS Love and precious ... not to be wasted ... on the greedy.  Reciprocity is the rule, Love and tough love.  Am I trying to convince myself?  There are others I know who live by this simple rule.  The only reason we are here on this earth is to Love and be Loved in Return."

Shadows in the sunlight,
and, you know,
warming, melting, dripping,
dropping water from the trees
turning brown and green before my eyes.
Drooping leaves and branches,
bouncing up from under the melting snow and ice.
There is no breeze.

"It is nice"

A bird, birds, birdsong.

"How is it that they can find the feeder after it has been gone so long.  Within a day they found it."

They flutter by the steel gray sky,
and yet, they sing
to each other?

"Is this Love?"

I wonder what this day has in store for me?
Have a great day!
StepWisely®™©, Take the Best Care™© of Yourself and those in your charge.  Have fun and be careful.
Dr. Mike

Mission: Healing January 6, 2012

PGY 39, Day #189

White Dawning

This morning dawns cold and white,
light snow falling.
Flakes float gently through windless gray skies,
forest's green and brown,
landing gently ...
a thin blanket on frozen  ground.
Peering through glass, safely warmed ...
wood stove and hot coffee bring children's laughter,
as they play on my mind ...
catching memories of cool flakes,
melting on my face and tongue.

Have a great day!
Dr. Mike

Mission: Healing October 7, 2011

PGY 39, Day 99

Fall Rhythm ...

Hushhhhh ... the only sound in this sweet air ...
and a few notes ... birdsong ... chipmunk rustling ...
gently drifting through trees ...
green leaves flutter and dance ...
Submission.
Sunbeams,
burning through flesh, take the chill out of bones,
and spotlight the brilliant ones screaming for attention ...
standing out among the forest's green, gray and brown.
Ahhhhhh ... being ... this is ... an intermission.
Summer's swan song over,
sweet day's calm,
silent blue skies give a hint of what was
and
what is to come.

Happy Friday!
Dr. Mike