A joyful day involved silliness with people who let themselves be free and fun not being stifled by anyone.
Sharing of food and drinks and a bad but brilliant old school horror film in silent mode brought laughter and jokes and pokes.
The dogs ran free in the house and the humans sat on the couch.
Walking in the dark to the car elicited a blood curdling scream, screech and a gasp when the tree posed as a zombie from the very bad movie.
And we laughed almost all the way home.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
You, me and this (A poem by Cathy Gruman)
you be you and I'll be me
and we'll sort this thing out together
i'll try not to overlook your point of view
while attempting to express my own
i've already made a poor assumption
before we even begin
that we can promote our needs simultaneously
may one of us step back and allow the other to speak first?
and we'll sort this thing out together
i'll try not to overlook your point of view
while attempting to express my own
i've already made a poor assumption
before we even begin
that we can promote our needs simultaneously
may one of us step back and allow the other to speak first?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Sun that Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
The day he died
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Present Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
If He is God and knows our every thought
then we have no need to pretend
Perhaps our focus is pleasing others
and has nothing to do with Him at all,
although we want others to believe that to be the case
If His promises are real
then we should be living like
royal children in a kingdom of love peace and joy
without worry or regret
and maybe we would stop hating ourselves
masked with lists of things to do
and reminding ourselves of what we haven't done
acting in a way that doesn't reflect who we are
putting a dull and grim light around our countenance,
a result of keeping ourselves captive
What would please Him most is simply to be in His presence,
do we know what that really means
or have we concocted several notions developed
in our small brains
among conversationalists and institutions
and guilt ridden fear
Can we sit with the thought of simply being in His presence and see what it might bring?
If we don't think that is enough, then perhaps we have missed the whole point of His creation and He is not the God He says He is.
then we have no need to pretend
Perhaps our focus is pleasing others
and has nothing to do with Him at all,
although we want others to believe that to be the case
If His promises are real
then we should be living like
royal children in a kingdom of love peace and joy
without worry or regret
and maybe we would stop hating ourselves
masked with lists of things to do
and reminding ourselves of what we haven't done
acting in a way that doesn't reflect who we are
putting a dull and grim light around our countenance,
a result of keeping ourselves captive
What would please Him most is simply to be in His presence,
do we know what that really means
or have we concocted several notions developed
in our small brains
among conversationalists and institutions
and guilt ridden fear
Can we sit with the thought of simply being in His presence and see what it might bring?
If we don't think that is enough, then perhaps we have missed the whole point of His creation and He is not the God He says He is.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
creating chaos (a Poem by Cathy Gruman)
creating chaos from a pile of rubble
when it could have remained calm.
If only they knew that what was before them was non-threatening
and only mere clutter.
when it could have remained calm.
If only they knew that what was before them was non-threatening
and only mere clutter.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
june gloom (a poem by Cathy Gruman)
june gloom
gets swept away like a broom
july sets in
almost passes before the fireworks begin
yesterday's not coming back
but it's only perfection we all lack
bring it all forward or leave it alone;
or sift out the cluttery mess that has grown.
august and september will be here soon
bringing me october
with the Harvest moon.
gets swept away like a broom
july sets in
almost passes before the fireworks begin
yesterday's not coming back
but it's only perfection we all lack
bring it all forward or leave it alone;
or sift out the cluttery mess that has grown.
august and september will be here soon
bringing me october
with the Harvest moon.
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