Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Share the Joy: Basics



Things that give me JOY


Imagining a world 
where everyone has fresh clean water



enough food to eat


Someone to love and laugh with


Sunshine as well as clouds (and enough rain for renewal)


A place to admire the grandeur of nature
and perhaps feel a little small. . . .


Somewhere they can feel like a star




and experience a few miracles along the way.



What spells JOY for you?

1. do a post that tells and shows us
what gives you joy.

2. Capture the URL of the specific post and paste it
into the Mr. Linky box along with your name.

3. Then click the NEXT box (or the link)
to choose an image from the post to hook to Mr. Linky's list
so that people are enticed to visit your blog.
If you just can't get it to work, send me the info
and I'll try to link it for you.

4. Visit other players -- as many as possible --
and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment, because everyone enJOYS
getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of joy!



Sunday, December 25, 2011

Meri Christmas





May your days be filled with love,
Your heart with peace,
May you sow seeds of joy,
And may you always have a
“Meri” Christmas.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Share the Joy: Zoo Lights




I got a jolt of JOY
from going to ZOO LIGHTS
with Gavin, Brendan, Katie and of course
the half-pint Logan.


Uncle Gavin took stroller duty 
so Brendan and Katie could take photos.
(Danielle had to work, so she was left out.)

Logan had a ride on a camel with Mom


a ride on a snarling tiger with great big teeth
(Dad was by his side, device in hand)


and a ride on a prancing horse



He also did more than his share of mugging for the camera.


He loves being the center of attention. 


Mostly, I’ll let the images speak for themselves.






and then there's my favorite just because it's a light play shot



So what gave you JOY this week?
Fill us up to the brim.



1. do a post that tells and shows us
what gives you joy.

2. Capture the URL of the specific post and paste it
into the Mr. Linky box along with your name.


3. Then click the NEXT box (or the link)
to choose an image from the post to hook to Mr. Linky's list
so that people are enticed to visit your blog.
If you just can't get it to work, send me the info
and I'll try to link it for you.


4. Visit other players -- as many as possible --
and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment, because everyone enJOYS
getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of joy!




Saturday, December 17, 2011

A Gift from FinallyMe.com


Hi Everyone



It’s the gift-giving season so I thought I’d pass along
A wonderful gift from FinallyMe.com.



If you go HERE, you can download mp3 files
of Christmas music by Danielle Egnew
and be inspired and uplifted 
as you go through The Holly-Daze.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Share the Joy: Memories


I’ve experienced much joy honoring the Virgin
With many of you over the first 12 days of December



In going through my photo collection and being flooded bunches of great memories






So what gave you JOY this week?
Pour some in our cups!


1. do a post that tells and shows us
what gives you joy.

2. Capture the URL of the specific post and paste it
into the Mr. Linky box along with your name.



3. Then click the NEXT box (or the link)
to choose an image from the post to hook to Mr. Linky's list
so that people are enticed to visit your blog.
If you just can't get it to work, send me the info
and I'll try to link it for you.



4. Visit other players -- as many as possible --
and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment, because everyone enJOYS
getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of joy!




Monday, December 12, 2011

Closing Doors




I read a passage in a book not long ago 
that said one of most painful kinds of marriage 
is one in which your partner refuses 
to fully commit his (or her) heart. 
I can vouch for that.

For love to grow and flourish, 
the author said, 
the exit door has to close. 



People can't grow within a relationship 
if one partner is clinging to the thought 
that somewhere out there, 
there might be someone better. 
If that partner secretly searches 
for a better deal, all the while taking refuge 
in the comfort of the marriage, the relationship can't 
-- and probably shouldn't -- endure.



It takes a grown up to make 
a commitment to fidelity, 
to making one's Beloved "the love of a lifetime,"
to the notion that closing the door 
to other potential partners opens up a big space 
in the soul for a whole-hearted connection. 



Let's hear it for fully latched doors
and the grownups who close them.



Let's hear it for love protected by lovers with integrity.









Sunday, December 11, 2011

Blossom




I don’t have a goal, because existence has no goal.


It simply is, flowering, blossoming, dancing



But don’t ask why.
Just an overflow of energy
For no reason at all.


I am with existence.



   -Baghwan Shree Rajneesh (1931 1990)

Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Touch of Calypso Red


Today, I thought that I’d give you 
a little peek at my poetry volume.

Here’s the poem that gave it its name.



Calypso Red

She silently sashays
from the rumpled bed,
little rivers running
sticky down her legs.
Her feet caress the carpet,
pianissimo, the sound of
rain so shy it's not yet
saying hello to the roof.
She holds her breath
a  moment, just to listen
to him breathe. And
just because she can,
she inhales his scent,
that tangy musk she'd
pick out even if
the laundry cart
were filled with T-shirts
from a dozen different men. 
She marvels at how quickly
he succumbed to sleep
when she's electrified. 
She shuts the bathroom door
Just so, easing it
against the frame
with infinite care,
holding the knob
in her hand and
rotating it ever so gently
until she feels the tongue
slip into waiting lips
and linger there.
From the well of silence,
she pulls up a bucket
of light, so she can
admire her glossy toenails,
the ones he lacquered in
calypso red while
humming Unchained Melody
because he'd forgotten
some of the words.
She recalls his lips,
plumped by tiny bites
of concentration,   
his eyes lowered like
a sultry sun caressing
the horizon as he
brushed thin lines
of polished poetry
along each perfect nail.
Not for the first time,
and not for the last,
she feels supple fingers  
of pleasure dancing
sambas on her spine.




Now, for some serious EYE CANDY
go visit Cottage and Broome.


Oh my gosh!