Beautiful Thoughts

Some days are easy going and good and somehow we arrive at the end of it a little wiser, happier, or maybe the same but unscathed.  Then there are days we question our very worth and sometimes we don’t even know or understand why we derailed off the happy train. It’s those days that we need the extra kindness of friends and strangers, a smile, an acknowledgement that you are seen and even valued. We need a beautiful sight, a flower, a tree, a child, a beautiful human, something funny, the water or the forest, or at least the memory of such.

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We need to give our smile to someone else because they may be feeling the same and need a little confirmation, a little love, too.  You can never know the complete affect your little act of kindness can have on the world. So today, as easy or as confusing as it may be, I choose to let the universe flow through me as a confirmation that life is beautiful. And,  I vow to let the people I love and the strangers I make eye contact with, feel valued and seen, and acknowledged. So I ask you to just smile at someone, make eye contact and say hi, you just never know!  Let’s be better humans!

Photo taken somewhere on Puget Sound between Kitsap and Seattle

Beautiful City of Seattle

Some end-of-the summer shots of some sites around Seattle. The views
never get old and some are simply magical.
Chihuly Garden and Glass
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chihuly 3
Seattle Great Wheel
ferris wheel
Ferries everywhere to every island
ferry

space needle

 

Beautiful Poetry

The last days of summer are so fleeting, wistful of
long, warm sunny days that call upon a bit of poetry.

SUMMER’S ELEGY
by Howard Nemerov

summer 1

Day after day, day after still day,
The summer has begun to pass away.
Starlings at twilight fly clustered and call,
And branches bend, and leaves begin to fall.
The meadow and the orchard grass are mown,
And the meadowlark’s house is cut down.

The little lantern bugs have doused their fires,
The swallows sit in rows along the wires.
Berry and grape appear among the flowers
Tangled against the wall in secret bowers,
And cricket now begins to hum the hours
Remaining to the passion’s slow procession
Down from the high place and the golden session
Wherein the sun was sacrificed for us.
A failing light, no longer numinous,
Now frames the long and solemn afternoons
Where butterflies regret their closed cocoons.
We reach the place unripe, and made to know
As with a sudden knowledge that we go
Away forever, all hope of return
Cut off, hearing the crackle of the burn-
ing blade behind us, and the terminal sound
Of apples dropping on the dry ground.

summer 2
summer 3
@the ferry dock, Edmonds, WA

Beautiful Fall

What I love about fall, a time for renewal, a time to
reflect on what may lie ahead. Wet leaves, wood burning,
tastes and smells, pumpkins, apples, cider, fairs, the
glorious colors of fall trees, cool winds, sweaters,
best of all the unexpected.

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