Always Choose What your Heart knows is Right.

We all Make choices…it is your life, Remember~
“The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day,
the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.” ~Arnold Bennett

 Designed by artist Celia Gregory

Designed by artist Celia Gregory

This is a New Year, new beginnings full of Rainbows

“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been”

“The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.”
― Arnold Bennett

The Dance

An open heart is the portal to the eyes to the soul. When we begin to see and feel through the eyes of the soul we connect to the oneness of the universe and become, not merely an onlooker, but an active participant, a creative force performing with and fully integrated within the magnificent, cosmic dance of life. ~ Mary Anne Byrne

Ballet aerien, Islande by G. Soligny

 

 

October

“Crispy air and azure skies,
High above, a white cloud flies,
Bright as newly fallen snow.
Oh the joy to those who know October!

Colors bright on bush and tree.
Over the weedy swamp, we see
A veil of purple and brown and gold.
Thy beauty words have never told. October!

Scolding sparrows on the lawn,
Rabbits frisking home at dawn,
Pheasants midst the sheaves of grain,
All in harmony acclaim, October!

Brown earth freshly turned by plow,
Apples shine on bended bough,
Bins o’erflowed with oats and wheat,
And satisfaction reigns complete. October!

Radiant joy is everywhere.
Spirits in tune to the spicy air,
Thrill in the glory of each day.
Life’s worth living when we say, October!”

~Joseph Pullman Porter

from Endymion

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

Morning. A place called “Restaurant”. On the way to the lake. Lager.

The Ferris Wheel

The Ferris Wheel

I can’t describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.

My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.

The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don’t want to stop.

As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can’t help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.

poems by poet Kelly Deschler

Ferris Wheel

Everything always seem too short

Somehow summer never seems to last long enough. It is always over before we get a chance to fully experience its power. This is true of all things wonderful. Everything always seem too short.

Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer’s evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an un-fallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun’s last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind’s rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water’s surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.

– Read more Poems by Kelly Deschler

Leaf Fail by by dina bennett