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Blazing inferno

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Sitting quietly, sipping a cappuccino, Johnny Cash’s One Piece at a Time playing in the background

I’m gazing out the window, looking for a sign of what to write.

Inspire me! I yell under my breath.

Where is that spark I’m needing to ignite this fire?

It’s there, I know it, hiding quietly behind its cloak of secrecy, toying with my psyche

The days go by in a blur, one melding into the next

How did I get here?

How did I come this far?

Snap out of it! The headlights scream back at me, as they flicker in the dreary light , zooming past one by one

Then a lull and an eerie bleakness permiates the atmosphere

Green

Yellow

Red

Flashes in the distance, as we follow with intent.

The rush of wind whipping across wheels, sloshing through the rain, spraying with delight across the pavement

Where are we going?

How long till we get there?

Time keeps rushing, faster, faster, faster

Take a moment and surrender

Before we know it time has passed us by, and we’ll soon ask again…

How did we get here?

Life is not worth living, if we are living it in a blur.

Let it all sink in

Bask in the delight that surrounds us daily.

Embrace the little sparks that appear along the way, and turn them into that blazing inferno!

Monday Musings

Another weekend has come and gone, and here we are saying hello to Monday all over again. What a weekend it was.

A time honored tradition in my family is to go to the cemetery to visit my grandparents the first good weather day we can after Thanksgiving so we can put down the blanket. The blanket, is for us, a wreath that we decorate and place at the grave site. Some florists sell grave blankets, but we have always liked the idea of decorating one ourselves. It makes it more personal.

I’ve been going with my mom since I was a little girl. We wait till after Thanksgiving because the cemetery allows us to place grave blankets down only after that date. We hope that it doesn’t snow before we are allowed to get there. The saying in our family is…”The blanket is down, now it can snow, because we know they have a blanket to keep them warm in the cold winter”

As a little girl my cousin and I would always find change at the headstone. We were always told they were “Pennies from Heaven that Grandpa would send down for us to find because he was seeing his little girls” I never met my grandfather, he passed away in 1966. With the passing of time and growing up, we realized that the “pennies from heaven” really were from our moms. But funny enough the older I got, and still to this day, I sometimes find pennies or loose change around their headstone as well as little rocks that I often take as a little memento.

So this weekend when we made our way to the cemetery , with my car filled with the smell of pine, which I normally hate except for when I have the blanket in my car, mom and I talked about Christmas’s past.

Upon entering the National Cemetery, finding my way as if I was driving home, I thought to myself “I wonder if that American Flag was still wedged between the tree and headstone of the Vietnam Veteran” Not remembering his name but remembering what I had seen on my last trip in September.

IMG_6912We parked the car and made our way to their spot, following the crooked tree all the way there. Our blanket this year was not what we had really wanted, but it was special and it was put together with love. Some little mementos and decorations to bring the spirit of Christmas to them and keep them warm in the cold winter to come.

After saying our prayers and a quick look for pennies or rocks (none to be found this year but I did find some in September) we made our way back to the car. I notices while walking the somber row of stones, a ribbon of red highlighted by the glaring sun.

The flag was still there. Wedged between the headstone and hearty tree trunk. “How did it get there? How long has it been there? Why did someone put it there?” Mom wondered what I was doing so I filled her in as I walked off the path to the row beyond me. The ground was damp from the rain over the last few days, and some renovations were taking place nearby as well. I treaded lightly as usual, always feeling I’m disrupting as I walk over gravesites.

I took a photo, because I felt I needed to tell this mans story. Upon researching, I am only able to find information about this site through the Military Grave Search, and also another Robert E, Schantz that is on the Missing Marines site but has a different date of birth. Still wanting to know more about the man who has a flag wedged at his gravesite, which looks to be there for quite some time, I feel I need to do more. Exactly what at this point I’m not sure. But for now I will leave you with this loving photo tribute to Mr. Robert Edwin Schantz. May he, and all the souls lost, rest in peace.

 

Caress

Waiting patiently, in the pale moon light

for the moment of his return.

Hair slightly damp, curly, and wispy,

the crisp cool linens, gently draped over her body.

Echos of the footsteps from the floor below,

beat steadily to their own drum.

A subtle whoosh of the ceiling fan joins in,

delicately creating a symphony unbeknownst to them.

Minutes pass, yet feeling like hours,

when the sound of his footsteps suddenly perk your ear.

Eyes peek open to catch a glimpse of his shadow on the bedroom floor

as the familiar smell of his aftershave swirls in the room.

Softly the sheets glide across your body

to make room for his entrance.

His caressing touch greets you as he joins by your side.

photo credit: Sleepy via photopin (license)

photo credit: Sleepy via photopin (license)

Taming the Fears

self doubt rears her ugly head
when the butterflies turn to pangs of fear
the inner turmoil takes the lead

heat rising from deep within the belly
instead of the warmth of happiness
embers burning fierce with worry

what if it’s all a dream?
what if it’s going to fade?
what if it’s too good to be true?

the what if’s are the demise of all good things

the tone of voice
the moments of silence creeping in
the simple inquisitive questions filled with fear for your answers

you know better than to let it get the best of you
yet you still entertain the ideas
your imagination runs wild, when it should be tamed

you must soothe your weary soul
over things you have no control

photo credit: Cover via photopin (license)

photo credit: Cover via photopin (license)

A to Z Challenge, This Zaftig girl ROCKS!

Autoschediastic by nature
with an inner Beauty flowing forth,
only by balancing her Chakras
will her Dreams become reality

A strong Epithymy for the deepest wants and needs,
this Fit Fat Fabulous Female
who is strictly Gluten Free
finds pleasure and Happiness in the most peculiar things

Her Intuition and Instincts must be set free
As she’s Jammin along to this thing called life
She never lets the Keraunophobia or other fears
stand in the way of pure Limerance

With a strong will and Motivation
instilled years before from her Nonna
she will forever Open her house and heart
to those wandering souls of the world

Pluviophile at heart
and a self-proclaimed Quirky girl
forever with Romance on her mind,
Self confidence and Typhlobasia will remain her work of art

Unbroken by the trials of life
but suffering a case of Vernalagnia
and sometimes, Writers block
she often has needs for an Xscape

With no need for men
who are Yemeles with their kisses
This Zaftig girl
ROCKS!

d519060e0b5538e71d0bb859d586f485d29a0fc503754d575379443363dc2d65The final post for the April 2015 A to Z challenge is brought to you by the letter Z.

ZAFTIG~ A woman possessing a voluptuous figure, curvaceous, plump, 1930s: Yiddish, from German saftig ‘juicy.’

A to Z Challenge Y for Yemeles

Shattered pieces strewn about

Displayed ever so gracefully

Tiny cracks in the surface

Cleverly disguised from the naked eye

Yet capable of holding so much

Crevices, like the curves on my body

Piercing light cascading in

Overflowing with fears and doubts

Filling beyond the brim

Kindness, love, hopes, and dreams

All dashed in a fleeting moment

It came as a crushing blow

How was I to know

You would be yemeles

With your kiss

In that moment anger swelled

But with time it’s been quelled

There’s much peace in letting go

photo credit: Sleepy via photopin (license)

photo credit: Sleepy via photopin (license)

Today’s A to Z challenge is brought to you by the letter Y. Y for ~

Yemeles
Adj. – An Old English and Middle English word meaning “careless, heedless, negligent” – Pronounced as “yeem-lis,”