Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Go back to the grassy shimmered place with a peach colored mist and flattened bubble gum.  Go back to  nights alight with honeysuckles, Go back to awaken with a robin's nest and two blue eggs in the poplar trees. Go back to the grasshopper path with stickers  and bare feet and horny toads and mud.  Go back into a summer evening, with a cricket  and an arching cigarette, flicked by a silent smoker on a porch.  Come back with green and gold and clear red under underpinnings.  Come back with a small ball of open sky to play with.

Things are not good economically, as we know.  Not one but two of  Squiva's regular clients have cancelled because of poor economic conditions.  Frankly, Squiva is concerned about the rent.  He (or she) asked me couldn't I please use another Union photo, and of course I said yes.  As you can see, we selected the picture in three quarter view to avoid any thinness in the face.  Squiva is concerned that the tail is losing a certain fluffy well-being, but I think it is quite beautiful, and Squiva did look much happier after the shoot. 

Now and again one comes across a wooded sanctuary.  They appear when needed by a being to rest the body, the mind, the soul, for the moments of its creation.

I've been told recently that gratitude and paying attention in the moment will "hold me in good stead". I  have passed on this advice without wondering what in the world? Stead? Can you be In Stead? At Home in Stead? Well! The New Century Dictionary clarified with the following quotes: "Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon" (Faerie Queene) or, "The Souldier may not move from watchfull sted [sic]" (same Faerie Queene). Ok?

I took a walk this afternoon into that place in childhood, where I became too many. That farm house, with those warm smells and cattle milking, no room, no inn, no port of call, Where the barnacled imposter settled in under the ribcage. I guess it had a job to do to save the new born seed from dying, I thought I lost it hitching along the gravel, chipping away at the soles, wearing down the tread, cutting to the hubcaps, hanging onto the late night juke box squeal; one more, once more, I thought I dropped it along the path from glory. There’s an old wood now behind that farm, with tall grass full of winter apples. There’s a red shale gash along he dry field where a palomino watches. I can feel a crack spreading through me, and yes, I feel the husky grip loosening around the stony seed I grieved for long ago.

While preoccupied and searching elsewhere for  a random hidden message,  I photographed these branches just for fun. To my amazement, beyond this tangled twiggy web emerged a Magic Pyramid!  Who knows what beauty lurks inside this hidden pyramidic heart? So here's our mission for today: 1. Locate a nearby  Magic Pyramid. 2. Look inside to see what lies beyond our own reflection.

Inch, inch, inch, In a pinch, in a pinch, in a pinch. Away with the can't and the probably not, Forget all the oughts and the naughts, what rot! Hold onto the wings and rings and things, With their wishes and kisses and cabbage and kings. Soft as a petal and sharp as a bee, It can happen to you, just wait, you’ll see Just an inch and a pinch, It’s a cinch!