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Derby Day

  On a pleasant May day perfect for the racing events 

The Churchill downs of Kentucky proudly presents 
The finest champion thoroughbreds of all time 
With forthcoming foals of champion bloodline 
Attention please, the speaker was saying “We have an honored guest” 
A lone horse with “Jerry Bailey” in the saddle by request 
Yes, we have your favorite star 
The famous champion “cigar” 
The crowd became estatic, cheering as the judges gave an award 
A bronze replica of the wonder horse with gold letters “cigar” 
By this time the music began to play, all stood still to hear 
My old Kentucky home they love to so dear 
The jockeys suits of outstanding vivid colors as they rode 
Their mounts to the post 
Matched the bright ensembles of the enthusiastic hosts 
Oh! There is number eight, he does not want to cooperate 
Number nine like most is in his prime 
Ok now they are all in line 
Their off oh no, cigar want to go 
He doesn’t know he was only there for show 
Number eight that was slow to go to the gate 
He is now by the side rail 
Only two horses does he trail 
He is coming down the stretch fast 
Yes one of the horses he did pass 
The crowd is on their feet he won fair and square 
A little elderly man with a hearing aid said “Who was he that rode into victory?” 
Sir, it was pulpit that won the race 
And Captain Budgit came in second place 
And Concerto was in third today 
When I awake I hope it’s true 
About the Kentucky Derby as I told to you. 
Now that the race has been run 
There was laughter, chatting and fun 
And the celebrating has just begun 
The horse owners, jockeys, trainers and their families 
All met in the diner, ordering drinks to their families 
The happy people were dancing to rock, pop and who knows what 
And when they settled down they talked about racing a lot 
Questions and suggestions, like- Was Pulpit really that hot? 
Will Cigar run again or was he just for show? 
We will ask Allen Paulson- He knows 
What about Thesaurus- he won four races on turf- Wow! 
He is ready for big time and he is ready now 
My goodness, what time can it be? 
I slept too long 
I enjoyed every minute of my dream, is that so wrong?

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Dreaming of the Kentucky Derby by Jeannette V. Steiner

    

Listen to Dan Folgelberg sing Run For the Roses http://youtu.be/61cceAXnC6w

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http://www.kentuckyderby.com

a happy day in May

  A delicate fabric of bird song

   Floats in the air, 
The smell of wet wild earth 
   Is everywhere. 

Red small leaves of the maple 
   Are clenched like a hand, 
Like girls at their first communion
   The pear trees stand. 

Oh I must pass nothing by 
   Without loving it much, 
The raindrop try with my lips, 
   The grass with my touch; 

For how can I be sure 
   I shall see again 
The world on the first of May 
   Shining after the rain?
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May Day by Sara Teasdale
 
Listen to Kate Earl sing Shadows and Light http://youtu.be/wKXvrtCiOvo
photos found at www.pinterest.com/al492 

Today! Β 

  This is why we survive the winter

The world shows off
Flowers are bursting color
Flaming forsythia frames the river
Fuzzy trees and bushes make me squirmy happy 
The sky beams blue
The water waves joyfully
The sand gladly greets, 
us with our winter legs
(except for the hardcore tanning bed crowd – already too brown for the rest of us)
little girls and their tattooed fathers pick up shells and rocks
to fill purple buckets of heartwarming, serious cuteness
coconut oil floats deliciously on the warm breeze 
I can’t stop smiling
Spring has sprung
Let love begin
AL 4/29/15
  
   

 

   


   

  
  

Can Broken Wings Fly?

 


Broken wings can fly?

Who will mend them/who will rend them?

Who will tend them/who will send them?

 

I have been on the road less traveled

And seen life and death unraveled

Torn and broken down;

And voices filled with gravel!

 

I have been in nothing more

And seen rapacious roar

And heard the unknown sound

Speaking loudly,

From the ground!

 

And through my eyes, through the hue

Ebbing ever from greed to blue

Sometimes blinded by the light

Rarely knowing what is right

I travel through the maze

And broken through the haze

 

But my heart has never broken!

It beats with never ending light

And I know not where it leads me,

But I know it leads to you!

In sky or in the sea,

Always spoken if not seen

Or seen if not spoken;

 

The vision never broken!

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by Matthew Mele

 

 

 

 

 

listen to Paul McCartney sing Blackbird http://youtu.be/8ehhZ53zysQ

Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

 

  

grace never runs from trouble

 

She Surrenders

Completely
She surrenders her pen
She surrenders her sword
To listen
Intently
Trusting the beat of her heart to begin to rise
The warmth in her spirit to be lifted
For her to return to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Trusting
She surrenders her time 
She surrenders her thoughts
To be still
In the moment
Guided by the rhythm that life has given her
Supported by the unknown in ways she can never understand
Hearing the beat of the universe return to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Grounded
She surrenders her anger
She surrenders her pain
Knowing
Absolutely
Feeling the answers flowing through her like a guided light
Probing her body and touching her nerves like an angels kiss
Aligning her spirit with her body as she returns to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Supported
She surrenders her anguish
She surrenders her doubt
Confident
Rebalanced
In time she remembers all that she is and that all is well
The heat of her Golden Center
As molten as the energy within core of the earth
Where love is in charge

Revitalized
She surrenders her indecision
She surrenders her life
To Purpose
Serving from Overflow
Sharing her gifts with the world 
Her heartbeat realigned with that of the universe, the sun, the stars and the moon
As long as she keeps returning to her Golden Center 
Where love is in charge
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http://awomanonpurpose.tv/she-surrenders-2/

Alexandra Gold

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photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

  

 

threadΒ 

 

 Something is very gently,

invisibly, silently,
pulling at meβ€”a thread
or net of threads
finer than cobweb and as
elastic. I haven’t tried
the strength of it. No barbed hook
pierced and tore me. Was it
not long ago this thread
began to draw me? Or
way back? Was I
born with its knot about my
neck, a bridle? Not fear
but a stirring
of wonder makes me
catch my breath when I feel
the tug of it when I thought
it had loosened itself and gone.


The Thread by Denise Levertov

 

 

BEGINNING well or beginning poorly, what is important is simply to begin, but the ability to make a good beginning is also an art form, beginning well involves a courageous clearing away of the confusing, the cluttered and the complicated to find the beautiful, often hidden lineaments of the essential and the necessary. 

Beginning is difficult, and our procrastination is a fine, ever-present measure of our reluctance in taking that first close-in, courageous step to reclaiming our happiness. Perhaps, because taking a new step always leads to a kind of radical internal simplification, where, suddenly, very large parts of us, parts of us we have kept gainfully employed for years, parts of us still rehearsing the old complicated story, are suddenly out of a job. There occurs in effect, a form of internal corporate downsizing, where the parts of us too afraid to participate or having nothing now to offer, are let go, with all of the accompanying death-like trauma. In effect we must sit by the death bed of our own old, now departing wishes and come to the new step, learning that this new, less complicated self, and this very simple step, is all that is needed for the new possibilities ahead. 

It is always hard to believe that the courageous step is so close to us, that it is closer than we ever could imagine, that in fact, we already know what it is, and that the step is simpler, more radical than we had thought: which is why we so often prefer to live in an almost world, why we prefer the story to be more elaborate, our identities to be safely clouded by fear, why we want the horizon to remain always in the distance, the promise never fully and simply made, the essay longer than it needs to be and the answer safely in the realm of impossibility.
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β€˜BEGINNING’ From CONSOLATIONS: 
The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning 
of Everyday Words
Β© 2015 David Whyte and Many Rivers Press

Now Available 

http://davidwhyte.stores.yahoo.net/newbook.html

 

 

 

Listen to Frank Sinatra Love’s Been Good to Me http://youtu.be/9pLpzNPiB48

photo sources foind at www.pinterest.com/al513

  

 

 

 

every little things gonna be alright…

 

Spring Blessing

One day you wake up
able to name the weight 
you’ve been carrying.
Realizing it’s not part of your body or your being,
not essential in any way to journeying or joy,
you set it down gently, without fanfare
in the long soft grass at the side of the road
and walk on
surprised to find yourself
smiling in the warm sun
for no particular reason.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer Β© 2015

  

Listen to Dinah Washington What A Difference A Day Makes http://youtu.be/OmBxVfQTuvI 

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photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

 

Where there is great love there are always miracles. Β  Β  – Willa Cather

 

 For happiness

Unearthing what she is holding on to

Realizing fears that are not her own

Letting go of what she does not need

Making room for joy

 

The happier she is

The less she needs

 

The less she needs

The more room there is for happiness

 

It is not as easy as it sounds

To excavate her joy

To release fears that are not hers

To understand those that are

Then let go

Takes courage

Takes deep reflection

 

She has to remember

She has to accept

She has to take risks

 

For she lives in this world

Not in the yesterday

Not in the tomorrow

She has to live in today

 

Oh, deep in her heart she wants to make the best of it

Oh, deep in her soul she wants to be in love

Oh, deep in her mind she wants happiness

 

But

In order to decide what that is

She needs to get rid of the distractions

Remember what makes her happy

Find new joy

Explore new avenues

Seek new adventures

She needs to takes risks

 

Surrounded by what she is told

She must have

She must do

She must become

Gathering her courage

Gathering her thoughts

Gathering only that which she needs

 

She lets go of all that no longer serves her

Her home?

Her country?

Her way of life?

Her judgment?

Her perceptions?

Her conditioning?

What does she have?

 

Freedom

Freedom to think

Freedom to move

Freedom to start again

Freedom to learn

Freedom to create

All that she desires

Really

Truly

Simply

 

She becomes a pioneer of discovery

She takes risks

πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ

A Woman On Purpose 

http://awomanonpurpose.tv/she-takes-risks/

 Watch Soul Suckers by Amos Lee πŸ’ž

 http://youtu.be/zqidM_U9rgU

πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

beautiful mess

 

 We can’t find our path without getting messy. Messy comes with the territory. We came in messy. We learn messy. We love messy. We grow messy. We leave messy. I never found my way to clarity without first befriending confusion, in all its chaotic forms. I never found a path that felt like home before falling into quick-sand. I never established a new way of being without trying the wrong way of being on for size. I never found the light without stumbling around in the dark. I never tasted God before getting a little dirt in my mouth. Not that all messiness is good messiness, but some of it is. In the heart of the chaos, is the clay that shapes us home. Chaotic Magnificence!

      – Jeff Brown    

  

 

 

 

Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

The creative process is a process of surrender, not control. – Julia Cameron

 
 

  

  

   

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

 So full of life and beauty today I had to pull over and take a few pictures to remember this gorgeous day!!! Very full heart! So grateful! xo 

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