The perch
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Posted:Feb 15, 2021 5:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 12:26 am 1693 Views
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The scholar took in the scene outside his window. Birds flew high in the sky enjoying the summer day. Behind him, his little bird sang from her gilded cage, which brought a smile to his face. A flash of colour drew his attention, and there at his feeder was a tiny hummingbird. Her colour and fragility made his heart stutter and his chest puffed out at her obvious enjoyment of his nectar. The little bird drew deeply and satisfied her thirst, and he knew that the little bird would continue to come back as long as he kept the feeder filled. Perhaps one day he could add the little thing to his own collection. His sights however, were drawn to another flock of birds playing nearby and he missed the hummingbirds struggle. For as much as she enjoyed the nectar provided, he had not left a perch for her to stand on. Her tiny wings could only flap for so long before exhaustion would overwhelm her. Having no other choice, the little bird flew away, and amongst the chaos of nature outside, the worldly scholar missed it. He turned back to the feeder, finally remembering the tiny bird who took such pleasure in his nectar, and was disappointed to see her gone.
Little birds of every colour visited him that summer, but the tiny hummingbird did not. Perhaps she had found a new feeder, or perhaps she had been captured by another, he would never know. It was not till the end of the summer that the scholar realized that if he added a little perch to his feeder, that the birds would rest a bit longer and he could enjoy them more.
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Valentine
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Posted:Feb 14, 2021 9:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2022 1:55 pm 1955 Views
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Happy Valentines Day to you all!
It is normally just another day in my life, and has been for a number of year. It was a day for Romance, which my heart had often yearned for but never received. Now in my older years, I have moved from romance to love, and of course have fit in my new mantra of expect nothing. My take aways from today:
1. Virtual flowers from my jester- great way to start the day. Reminded me of the value of good friends. I’ll take that over romance any day.
2. Hugs from a - the ultimate form of love in the purest form. No expectations, no ulterior motives
3. A hello from a crush- expect nothing, but still allow yourself to dream It keeps us all young.
4. My blog- it has allowed me the freedom to open up and be real and honest, even if no one reads it or it leads to nothing. It has been a good outlet for me.
So however you celebrate today, be it in the arms of a lover, or in isolation alone, may you find some love today.
Hugs and kisses to all
Lisa mac
Xoxo
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Missed connection
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Posted:Feb 6, 2021 7:18 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2021 8:34 pm 1802 Views
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We passed each other today, slow enough that I could smile and make Pleasantries, but not long enough to satisfy the heart. We spoke as if strangers, and the past no longer held meaning. I somehow managed to keep it together, keep the smile firmly in place as my soul lay shattered on the inside.
I managed to only look back a few time, if only to further cement the image in my mind, telling myself that I was happy because you were happy. The boat carried me away and you once again became my missed connection.
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Expecting nothing
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Posted:Feb 3, 2021 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2022 1:44 pm 1906 Views
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My mantra has been expect nothing so that you can be pleasantly surprised. It was a lesson hard learned in my earlier years. I was somewhat surprised when I somehow found myself in the position where I expected things from someone once again. I thought I had gone in with low expectations, trying my hardest not make demands, wait patiently for attention, but give 100% when asked. But expectations are like weeds in a garden, they grow and grow until they overtake everything.
So, with the help of a Gardner, I have pulled all my weeds. I had no expectations for how it would turn out, and as my mantra suggests, I was pleasantly surprised by him.
My mantra is back and maybe one day you will pleasantly surprise me once again.
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The jester
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Posted:Feb 3, 2021 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2022 9:27 pm 1688 Views
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My jester is funny.
My jester is Witty.
My jester is Compassionate and gentle.
He resisted his role believing that he was being made a fool of, but the jester is an important person within the kingdom. It was his stories that entertained the people, and were often passed from town to town. It was his wisdom in knowing when to joke and laugh or when a tale of tragedy was needed. It was him that people turned to when they were feeling down or wanted to unload.
So my dear jester, I see you not as the traditional clown that performs in a circus, but as a confidant, and a bringer of smiles. My puzzle would not be complete without your piece.
We don’t all have to be knights or princesses, kings or queens. The lucky ones may be jesters.
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The Silence
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Posted:Jan 24, 2021 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2021 7:46 pm 1991 Views
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She use take comfort in the silence. It meant that her head was clear and her thoughts untroubled. But the silence now felt suffocating. It’s ears yearned for the sound of your voice, even just a whisper. It’s tongue ached to speak to you, spilling its hearts contents like the the lava of a volcano. She felt them bubbling up and wished to set them free to fly like she did her dreams, but the tight hand of silence prevailed and pulled her back into its blackness.
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The dreamer
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Posted:Jan 18, 2021 4:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2021 12:24 pm 2314 Views
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She watched from the sideline, always the dreamer.
She took pleasure in the happiness others found.
Their stories and pictures fed her dreams. She lived vicariously through them, and experienced their joys. Oh how she wished she could experience them for herself, for they were bright and filled with love and joy.
Some would bring her back down with realisms and facts, which she would acknowledge sadly and tuck her head once again. Inside she knew they were right, but she was a dreamer.
In the wee hours of the morning, when no one was awake and the first light began to paint the horizon, she would creep out and let her dreams free to fly with the birds. She would sit and watch until nothing of them could be seen, and then return quietly to her bed. Rarely did they ever return to her, but she was ok with that, for they were free.
Once she was asked why she bothered, “you spend so much time and effort cultivating them, when they rarely return to you. What’s the point?”
“I’m a dreamer” Was her only response. The only one she could give.
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The Dancer
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Posted:Jan 9, 2021 9:55 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2021 6:07 pm 2670 Views
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She danced when called upon. She danced until her feet went numb and then danced some more. She danced with her heart shining in her eyes and her soul helping lift her body great heights.
She sought draw your attention and entertain you. She sought the pleasure in your eyes and the chance perform for just you. The music enticed the dancer perform and she hoped cajoled him watch. But the dance was not enough, the moves were not enough, the costume was not enough. It appears as if nothing was enough.
She was heartbroken at the disappointment that shimmered through her body. The pain of it throbbing through her chest. The dancer looked down at her broken and bruised feet. The music no longer drawing her into the dance. Through tears in her eyes, she watched more elegant dancers take the spotlight. Their moves and costumes more than she could ever imagine.
She picked up her tired and worn shoes, took off her costume which she once felt glamorous in and slowly walked away. She would never have the pleasure of performing for him again, but perhaps one day she would be brave enough to try and dance again. Dance with love in her eyes and hope in her heart.
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The journey
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Posted:Dec 30, 2020 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2021 7:44 pm 2087 Views
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Like life, this journey has taken the highest of highs and some lows along the way. You people have inspired me. Your amazing conversations, and comments sent have assisted me in choosing the correct path even if it at times has seemed daunting.
Continue support one another, be open new experiences, approach everyone with respect, as there is much respect hold in those who choose give up so much for the happiness of others. Find your self worth, even if some may suggest you have none. Have fun! Enjoy the journey as much as the destination. Be in love with yourself, and perhaps one day another will follow. Be safe, sane and consensual.
Much love all
Xoxox
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Emotions
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Posted:Dec 28, 2020 10:00 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2021 3:46 pm 2360 Views
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The emotions got the better of it. They clouded the mind and lured the heart into wanting what it could not have. It yearned for a life where love made the submission that much sweeter. The acts born out of love and desire to truly see your partner fulfilled and content.
It had been content for a while with what it had and what it gave, grounded in idealism and harsh realities. It played the game, one that it knew within its heart it could not win, for the opponent was well versed and highly skilled. He whispered to the mind and the words trickled down to the heart. My worldly scholar painted a picture of what could be, and it allowed itself to dream for but a few days. It confused possession with a cherished object, believed that it was unique instead of unremarkable.
The light of the day shone its light and it managed to fit all those pieces back into its box. The cautious heart once again under control and the levelled head rationalizing its experiences and making notes for the future.
Xoxox
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