ChirpyQuill

It’s Jan 22nd, 2024 and finally I am resolved about an overarching blueprint for 2024 that is worth going after. That blueprint is to hold my ground and seek Alpha.   Whether it is financial, fitness, relationship or professional goals, we all start out with resolve, with specific objectives and with a game-plan. We even build resilience into the plan by incorporating some flexibility and/or hiring a coach. However along the way life happens. A debilitating flu and resulting loss of time and strength may throw us off from the entire season. A leaking roof may throw us off of our financial goals for the year. We essentially cede ground at a certain level of resistance from life and once derailed find it difficult to climb back onto the wagon again. A state of fluidity then ensues and we let go. We do not hold our ground.  This same phenomenon also plays out in our relationship world. A belligerent child, an aggressive boss, an abusive spouse and we buy peace by continually cedi...

                                              Lighted Naked Tree    Walking on a cold, winter late afternoon and deeply engrossed in my thoughts, I happened to look at the trees around. What could be interesting about winter? I wondered for a moment, “Cloudy, cold, dry, dull days surrounded by still naked trees”. Suddenly, I felt a strong connection between me and a dull wintry day.                              My personal life was going through an emotional roller-coaster and I was dealing with lots of health issues too. Together it was driving me nuts. I felt as if my life had turned into that cold, still wintry day. While walking, I reached at the end of my street and happened to notice a lovely gigantic, lighted nake...

  This came in my Facebook feed this morning, while I was twiddling my thumbs, literally and metaphorically. I give myself an hour’s writing time each morning. Sometimes I complete a prior piece and sometimes I try to figure out a new one. This morning I had nothing of consequence going on. My poem had lost it’s charm to me, so I had finally abandoned it. Then I saw this.  “The Face of Seti I. Seti I's face is one of the best preserved in all of Ancient Egyptian history. He died 3,298 years ago and reigned while on one of Egypt's wealthiest peaks. One of the most famous pharaohs of all time, II. He was Ramses' father. The greatest pharaoh of all time. When he died, Egyptian Mummification was at the pinnacle of absolute perfection. It is generally considered the best preserved mummy in the world.” First, the aesthetics of the face caught my attention.    The peaceful composure of it, the big nostrils, the cheekbones and perfect lips. A good looking man he was, with im...

Though time may shrivel our bodies some may our hearts yet expand and grow your skin and mine may lose some shine may our souls yet forever glow it’s not time’s toll on our body that we need fear the most it’s our heart and soul, when they dry up life’s curtain draws to a close a blossoming heart will forevermore shine through those wrinkled eyes a vibrant spirit will peek through no matter how much one hides the messy dirt, the soil of the land it harbors all that grows the prettiest flower and the sweetest fruit from it’s bosom they spring forth it’s our hearts, the soil of the land that need nurture, tending and toil the youthful skin, the gleaming smile then beam forever from it’s core some compassion and some gratitude  when we pour into our roots lasting are the vibrant hues of our radiant Heart and Soul

I sit at the bar, somewhere in the middle of the counter. Sort of like where I sit in real life. On both sides are people. Good people, beautiful people, at-least in how they reveal themselves to me. This may be a microcosm of the society itself. It carries the same din. The sounds of music, of people talking, the server and the served, of orders being given and taken, of drinks and food being served, of tables being cleared. Everything is competing, vying for my frazzled attention. Five big screens in front and another five behind me. Sports on a few, news on others. News of politics, of stock market, interspersed with that all capitalistic tool of advertising. It’s a public square. Shouting match of “buy my wares” abound in those omnipresent commercials. It’s all here. Politics, people, food, advertisements, sports, drinks, music, more people.. and I sit right in the middle of all of it.  Alone. It is a microcosm of our society indeed.   I look around, two young women chatti...