Sunday, December 25, 2016
Saturday, December 24, 2016
You Are Simone.
You are Simone - you do not moon.
You Sun and you Stars.
You sway with tall trees while diamond light captures your shadow.
You call the seas and walk the old paths of new adventures.
You sit in fields of gold and watch the butterflies chase.
You do not chase.
You are Simone - you do not moon.
You Rocket and you Galaxy.
You teach by action. You love by action. You live by action.
You wade barefoot in cold waters - mossy and deep.
You seek the unpaved and search for the direction up.
You do not look back.
You are Simone - you do not moon.
You Comet and you Universe.
You draw line and color because your soul directs it.
You dance with hands aligned with the airy notes of tune.
You accept the face of challenge and bless its being.
You are Simone.
You are of the Divine....
A reminder to myself.
Monday, December 12, 2016
The Grace of Color
A few months into my Montana 2014 move I went to the optometrist. A new patient, I had to fill out all of the paperwork - wait around the waiting room - browse the spectacles - you know, your ordinary visit to the optometrist.
A man in his late 40s and a young boy - maybe 8 - exited the exam room.
Got back to see the OD - and he seemed distracted - not anxious - not unprofessional - just... deep in thought.
Looked over my chart. Looked into my eyes - shined the light - "look over my shoulder," he directed ... and then he handed me these cards. There were 6 or so cards, and they were different colors, with circles that formed number combinations.
Like this:
I read off the numbers (in the case above, 74) and handed him back the cards and he looked at me and said, "I've been an optometrist for over 25 years - that test you just completed I performed on a little boy that just left here. He didn't read the numbers. In fact, he asked me if I could give him glasses that would make him see color."
The little boy was colorblind. He could see - but he couldn't see colors.
I distinctly recall walking outside and staring at the very blue sky of Montana and the white snow capped mountains which are a wondrous cornucopia of shades of grey, blue and purple. I took a very deep breath and felt thankful for color.
Some days - weeks - I get wrapped up in "the solution" part of life that I forget to balance it with the blessings. Today, I watched snow fall in the early dawn that sparkled like glitter - and tonight I looked around me and saw blankets of white wonder, people in bright coats with yellow shovels moving the heavy blankets aside - and for some reason - I was struck by the color of the shovel... and then remembered the little boy.
I live in the grace of moments that are recognized and unrecognized. I live a life filled with vivid, bright color and need reminders that I should not take it for granted. Just color. Just yellow.
Just right.
It's cold in Montana. There is snow e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. - and I love it.
May you recognize your own moments of grace. May color be a reminder of the amazing (and often unrecognized) parts of your life.
Much love - (like so much your heart smiles...)
- §
A man in his late 40s and a young boy - maybe 8 - exited the exam room.
Got back to see the OD - and he seemed distracted - not anxious - not unprofessional - just... deep in thought.
Looked over my chart. Looked into my eyes - shined the light - "look over my shoulder," he directed ... and then he handed me these cards. There were 6 or so cards, and they were different colors, with circles that formed number combinations.
Like this:
I read off the numbers (in the case above, 74) and handed him back the cards and he looked at me and said, "I've been an optometrist for over 25 years - that test you just completed I performed on a little boy that just left here. He didn't read the numbers. In fact, he asked me if I could give him glasses that would make him see color."
The little boy was colorblind. He could see - but he couldn't see colors.
I distinctly recall walking outside and staring at the very blue sky of Montana and the white snow capped mountains which are a wondrous cornucopia of shades of grey, blue and purple. I took a very deep breath and felt thankful for color.
Some days - weeks - I get wrapped up in "the solution" part of life that I forget to balance it with the blessings. Today, I watched snow fall in the early dawn that sparkled like glitter - and tonight I looked around me and saw blankets of white wonder, people in bright coats with yellow shovels moving the heavy blankets aside - and for some reason - I was struck by the color of the shovel... and then remembered the little boy.
I live in the grace of moments that are recognized and unrecognized. I live a life filled with vivid, bright color and need reminders that I should not take it for granted. Just color. Just yellow.
Just right.
It's cold in Montana. There is snow e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. - and I love it.
May you recognize your own moments of grace. May color be a reminder of the amazing (and often unrecognized) parts of your life.
Much love - (like so much your heart smiles...)
- §
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Blogging First in the Last Part of 2016
It has been some time since I've posted.
I think I write a lot in my head right now. Whole blogs of Simone-isms and thoughts.
... just felt the need to blog today.
...
First I need to say - Hey - Universe. I remember. I remember and I'm thankful and grateful.
Here I am again offering myself - I'm open.
...
This year has flown by - light-speed holds nothing on 2016.
It's December and I haven't blogged all year - does anyone remember a time when I blogged sometimes twice a day...
This year I turned 40. This year I went to Vienna, Austria. I walked the same streets of Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Strauss, Freud and my beloved Klimt. I drank coffee in cafes and watched people strolling, walked in palaces, got lost on the subway, rode the prater - drank wine with waiters calling me "madam" and stood in the midst of old Vienna turning in circles and grinning.
Don McLean's song "Vincent" played through my head the entire time I walked through the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam and I felt this strange kinship with the frantic works before me.
I danced with my hands waving over my head at the Baltic Sea - wildly letting the wind blow my hair and letting my soul soak in the sea. Accountable to none and loving all.
I stood in awe of Brandenburg Gate, ached for those affected by the Berlin wall, listened to the most beautiful street music in Amsterdam, Luneburg, Berlin, and Hamburg. I was introduced to Goslar, Germany - a city I feel like I've known for the centuries it has stood.
I fell in love - mad, passionate, heart-aching type of love with a city and people half a world away. I celebrated the 25th birthday with a young-woman whose family is every bit of my family - blood of my blood - heart of my heart.
My 40th birthday was my walk-about - one of many - to remember that living is about just that...
Living.
....
My living is a lesson of yearning. (happy sigh) How. Very. Fantastic.
Yes, indeed.
Much love to you. That Simone-calm-frantic-living-patient-anticipating kind of love.
§
I think I write a lot in my head right now. Whole blogs of Simone-isms and thoughts.
... just felt the need to blog today.
...
First I need to say - Hey - Universe. I remember. I remember and I'm thankful and grateful.
Here I am again offering myself - I'm open.
...
This year has flown by - light-speed holds nothing on 2016.
It's December and I haven't blogged all year - does anyone remember a time when I blogged sometimes twice a day...
This year I turned 40. This year I went to Vienna, Austria. I walked the same streets of Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Strauss, Freud and my beloved Klimt. I drank coffee in cafes and watched people strolling, walked in palaces, got lost on the subway, rode the prater - drank wine with waiters calling me "madam" and stood in the midst of old Vienna turning in circles and grinning.
Don McLean's song "Vincent" played through my head the entire time I walked through the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam and I felt this strange kinship with the frantic works before me.
I danced with my hands waving over my head at the Baltic Sea - wildly letting the wind blow my hair and letting my soul soak in the sea. Accountable to none and loving all.
I stood in awe of Brandenburg Gate, ached for those affected by the Berlin wall, listened to the most beautiful street music in Amsterdam, Luneburg, Berlin, and Hamburg. I was introduced to Goslar, Germany - a city I feel like I've known for the centuries it has stood.
I fell in love - mad, passionate, heart-aching type of love with a city and people half a world away. I celebrated the 25th birthday with a young-woman whose family is every bit of my family - blood of my blood - heart of my heart.
My 40th birthday was my walk-about - one of many - to remember that living is about just that...
Living.
....
My living is a lesson of yearning. (happy sigh) How. Very. Fantastic.
Yes, indeed.
Much love to you. That Simone-calm-frantic-living-patient-anticipating kind of love.
§
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