On This Morning

Tropinin Girl with roses. Vasily Andreevich Tropinin. 1850.

I want today to be a fresh start.

I want to open my opens and see possibilities, not dead ends.

On this morning, I want to be Free to be happy, content, hopeful.

I need to feel my Spirit overflowing with radiance, touched by a spark of Divinity.

Whatever I accomplish in these small hours, if it be one small task or the moving of a great mountain, may my works have Meaning.

May my one Smile bring joy to as many people as it touches, and as many who will receive the love hiding within its gleam.

Today, I want to Believe. I want to Live. I want to Soar beyond the Great Heavens.

~

iamlenise

Happy Summer!

By Yun Shouping (1633–1690) via Wikimedia Commons

Hey All..It’s time for me to take a quick hiatus..Many thanks to all of you who visit and drop me cute notes that I absolutely adore!  I will still be visiting and signing smiley faces, just not releasing anything new for a little bit..Wishing you a bright, safe, fun-filled, sweet..and romantic..opening to the Summer Season..Three cheers for writers..we make the world spin upside down and do awesome back-flips too :~)

PS..If anyone can tell me what this Chinese poem says..I will love you always!!

Blessings and best wishes ~lenise~

the pattern

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There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe.  It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures.  You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves.  We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort.  Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection… from Frank Herbert’s Dune

Strange Waters

Strange Waters
Rainy Season in the Tropics. Frederic Edwin Church.

“‘Water.” So much meaning in a simple sound… ‘Survival is the ability to swim in strange water….we must find the currents and patterns in these strange waters…if we are to survive.’”  from Frank Herbert’s Dune

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When words just aren’t enough..

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close your eyes

breathe deep

..

every heartbeat

every hope

pulses

within this

one moment

..

accept

the sweetest

embrace

taste

the perfect

kiss

..

the unbreakable bond

is sealed

..

rolling waves

of love

thundering echoes

of passion

herald the promises

of forever

~lenise~

Again

Original Artwork by H.K. Abell. Shay in the Dark.
Original Artwork by H.K. Abell. Shay in the Dark.

Here I am…again…fingers poised above the keyboard, mind wandering away by the pull of the soul-stirring musical echoes from Pandora’s box.   The magic hovering in the crisp spring air draws me from my shell and out into the sunlit sky beaming with endless possibilities.  No matter my mood, no matter where life has led me…like a gentle turn of the breeze, I return to this one place…ever so eager to spin a new tale of romance.  Though my pen has been ominously dormant for a long season, spring  evokes an undeniable urgency to create sweet, haunting dreams of what could be…if only he and I could finally intertwine…goosebumps flood over golden-brown skin at the thought.  Now, here I am…again…standing at the wandering crossroads, my mind strangely drawn toward the twilight-shadowed path this time.  A dark hero, brimming with passion and peril, seems to be struggling to be freed from his solitude and to emerge from my fingertips…It’s always darkest before dawn…A smirk tugs the curved corners of pink lips…A flash sparks from sienna-shaded eyes…A pacing mind dares to take a closer step toward the edge of forever and to peer into the mystical beyond…………