so i might as well write about the clouds today lately more than a few have come my way but hey why do i think that it has to always go my way clouds gray lately they seem to stay these uninvited guests well even when i try my best to pretend they just won't rest until tears reappear tearing through my gray gray mind oh i wonder if i will ever find a way through all the clouds and all the gray oh cardinal is there a prayer for me wrapped up in all your music and melody through the gray the notes they fly to find the light they tell my soul that it’s okay to take a stroll through all the clouds and all the gray and just stay wait and pray
great day for a hike
We moved to our current home in Illinois from Michigan back in 2004, but it’s not the first time we have lived in Illinois. We first arrived in Chicago-land back in 1988. However, it wasn’t until we came back in 2004 that we discovered Matthiessen State Park.
The day started out with the typical refrain of cold, low, gray clouds, but Mr. I-Can’t-Seem-To-Get-The-Weather-Report-Right promised clearing skies and it came to pass that a beautiful, mostly sunny afternoon emerged.
One of the things I love about each of the it-feels-like-hundreds-of-times that I have visited this park is that it is always new. It’s like discovering and exploring for the first time, each time.
And I love the quiet… the sense of calm…
I am glad I made time to reflect… walk… listen to a waterfall, or the water gurgling over rocks and a stubborn oak leaf…
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a sweet gentle hum
i am trying to remember that song i think it was a duet before all went wrong maybe in a minor key a slow tempo a slow dance a sparkling melody it definitely had harmony how did that song go or more to the counterpoint where did that song go i touch a note play a chord i rise and fall each day like a wandering tune not quite on the beat trying to see trying to find do re mi trying to find you and me the lyrics started out so sweet a story of promises a promise to keep maybe the strings had too much tension maybe the strings became unwound wounds have a way of making their own sound telling their own tale and they set sail on an ocean of i just don’t care to sing anymore i put too many quarters in this silent jukebox never going back to the shore three four four four six eight i thought we would top the charts with each take and now the page is just dots and lines i’m looking for my entrance for my cue i’m looking i’m looking for me and for you learning a new song signing a new line counting us in not counting us out like an endless fermata you waited for me we had to rest there is music in that silence it’s not the best is yet to come more like holding on holding hands auditioning again finding the perfect blend of our beating broken hearts let’s start by humming a sweet gentle hum a wordless song that tells it all holds it all believes it all and still loves the story it tells
snowy spring morning
well snowy spring morning i wonder did you know that through the window of my soul the snow is falling soft and still the birdsong silent ‘neath the chill and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning there is something growing in the waiting flowers put their hoodies on and trees are standing at the ready oh snowy spring morning paint the ground and sparkle the air i’ll find the beauty while the birds remember their songs and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning
a gray shadow
blankets the light
an opaque spirit
descends in my mind
and tries to dislodge
hope from my soul
it nearly succeeds
turn to the left
turn to the right
and nothing does
i can’t focus
on the next step
what kind of morning
what kind of dawn
i think i’ll wait
i choose to listen
my Maker is near
and He whispers
through the diffused
shadows of my fear
He sings through
the longing in my tears
and in this moment
nothing has changed
the struggle remains
so i yield to this moment
in His mysterious
o sunset sky
o sunset sky i wonder if you cry as you say goodbye to all this day has left behind o sunset sky would you stay with me and cry my sunset sky
o sunset sky what do you see as darkness falls around me this pain and loss and mystery i cannot see what lies before me o sunset sky won’t you cry for me
o sunset sky i know you try to make smile all that fire in the sky it leaps so high and fills my world with colors and beauty and wonder and that ache in my heart just starts again so goodbye my sunset sky goodbye
Here are too many images from a cruise vacation we recently enjoyed. These images are from the ship at sea, Key West, Florida, and Labadee, Haiti. Thanks for stopping by.
this surprise quiz called life
it feels like it’s just out of my reach just beyond my grasp like a black and white ocean through sad glass the swells and sighs of the sea capture my gaze for a moment time is as endless as the white caps on the waves that parade across the horizon the answers to the unspoken questions on this surprise quiz called life the sadness that always seems to rise inside failure songs refrains of shame all that i don’t know or see of the ocean depths in me oh spirit swept waves of grace drown me in your peace let my countenance be raised my fear assuaged my longing engaged in the rapture of your ways i surrender helper comforter to your ways
kings park psychiatric center – 3
This is the third and last post from a visit to the Kings Park Psychiatric Center with my brother on a recent trip back to New York. While walking the grounds we came upon this wall that appeared to be the remains of some kind of outdoor gathering place. (?)
The textures were fascinating here. And those trees! Just incredible how they found life, water and sustenance through the brick and stone.
On the left side was a small storage room (?) guarded by a fallen tree that we were hoping was the opening of a tunnel.
This was inside that room.
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kings park psychiatric center – 2
This is the 2nd of 3 posts from a recent trip back home to New York. My brother invited me to explore the abandoned Kings Park Psychiatric Center. The psychiatric center was built on 800 acres of land. We only explored a tiny portion of the property and its buildings. This post focuses more on the incredible artwork that is very much a part of this abandoned landscape.
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