Let's Dance

over 2 years ago (Edited)

Dance to the rhythm of the day, swaying in the breeze. Do you always make time in your life? Time is such a precious commodity. I have so little of it that I make sure to take the time to have those meaningful, full-of-life conversations with those that I love. We get so busy in our lives and sometimes lose touch with those we shared a moment with. Everybody needs those kinds of relationships that link us to one another. Sometimes I forget how to take care of my own little garden. Inhale the beauty of your moments.

Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share the story of our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. I am having the best of days, a definite #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a, where everything eclectic finds a home. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match made in heaven. I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these fun challenges! Check them out!

Sad, but true. I missed #Caturday by merely hours, but, it is still Saturday somewhere in the United States. Happy #Caturday to all my cat-loving friends!

I love people but realize that not every person has to be one of your closest friends, they can be just a friend and I am happy with that. Best friends take a while, to learn about each other, and fit into each other's lives. In this fast-paced, no time for anything world, it is nice to remind each other once in a while – through thoughts and deeds, however small -that we care.

It is a beautiful day, but honestly it is so very eclectic. A little kitty, a little bit of St. Lucia, even a praying mantis. Why? Why not? It's Sunday and I have built in a little eclectic for you. The beauty of the praying mantis, is so very pious looking, but, watch yourself! They are aggressive little cannibals! Read more here.

It was all about the conflicting directions today, adding nothing to the game, but, still was reaching for it, fishing for it, to save the day – and I caught a soft, yet engaging scent, rich and almost honeyed with a touch of vanilla, that just added to the harmony of that moment.

What is a lightship? Do you know? A light vessel, or lightship, is a ship that could be called a lighthouse. They are used in waters that are too deep or would not be a good place to put a lighthouse. The one below is outside the Baltimore Aquarium, in Baltimore, Mayland. I didn't the signs for it but was very excited because I knew what it was.

Lightships in America span just 165 years: 1820 - 1985. They marked dangerous moving sandbars, shoals, low water, harbor entrance, river's mouth, or a spot where a lighthouse could not be built. They could be moved around as a channel moved due to shifting sands. A total of 120 stations were established on America's coastlines and the Great Lakes. The number was always changing- some of these were for a short time while others were permanent. During 1909, a total 56 lightships were in use, the highest number ever placed in service. As times changed with technology, so did the number of lightship stations until 1985 and the last lightship was replaced. From 1820 to 1952 (when the last lightship was built), 179 vessels were constructed with wooden hulls and sail-powered ships, to iron hulls with diesel engines. You can find more on them here

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LIfe doesn't have to be complicated, letting Nature drive seems more than reasonable. I sometimes forget that it takes a lot of hard work upfront, followed by a bit of trust and the belief that despite the harsh elements, things will eventually work out. As soon as you think that it's all for naught, a flower emerges. Yes, please. And of course, a flower. Always a flower... to color my world with joy. #alwaysaflower

It was a most enjoyable day, sublimely so! I walked my miles, went to an evening mass in a beautiful old Church in town, and made a new recipe for dinner, a chapter for another story. I end my night with the penning of thoughts. Sometimes I even repeat myself, I believe the words so strongly. I know I have said this before, but, when it is full and unavoidably true, it requires to be said again and again. Love makes everything so much better. I love you and you and you. Stop for a moment today and spread your brand of love all over. Then do it again.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost