In Comes Silence

SUNDAY POST : Silence.

Silence came today…

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to be close to the girl soon to be–
a grown daughter and the future’s hope
Yet, in this moment, a mother and daughter face–
Silence freely flowing between them both

No tears flow, only words–
Just a mother’s concerned words, questioning words, words…
From the mother to the future’s hope: the daughter–
Comes Silence…powerful, Silence

Future’s hope: the daughter, shuts down and goes within
Every question heard but not a sound–
the daughter remains with Silence
Somehow future’s hope: the daughter, has become skilled, a master with Silence

As time walked around with Silence in the room–
A mother waited patiently for the future’s hope:
the daughter to break free from powerful, Silence’s grip-
Not bad this time, for Silence left at three this morning

Mother and future’s hope: the daughter, drew closer again…goodbye, Silence


Silence can be used as a powerful tool by giving absolutely nothing for your opponent to grab hold of and use against you, or, silence can be used as a tool to journey within ourselves to hear the Divine within us.

Where did Silence find you today? As a power tool against you or a tool that brought you peace and inner reflections?

Thank you for sharing your time here today…

~May your week be filled with abundant peace, light and inner silence.

Landscape . . . See America!

HOWDY! For Sunday Post: Landscape,  Squire Bill Widener’s quote came to mind.

Do what you can, with what you’ve got, where you are.

A blast-from-the-past, an American scene featuring desert life and cowboys! Yippee!!

Poster for the United States Travel Bureau promoting tourism, showing two cowboys on horseback by stream near desert rock formation. Created for the Works Progress Administration Federal Art Project, by Frank S. Nicholson, between 1936 and 1939. ~Image via Wikimedia Common.

Thank you, Jakesprinter  from Time After Time, for the inspiration and helping to keep the creative light burning this week! Visit Sunday Post for more details and I best be getting along now  . . . gotta go round-up some cattle y’all!  ~Sunshine xoxo

Sunday, Where Did You Go?

Have you been through a Sunday thinking ah, today is a day of rest. I think it says that somewhere in the bible. Or at least God,the main Man,  took one day out of the week to rest. So here it is Sunday and how is it that only now at approximately 8:45 pm, I am able to sit down and write. Let me add salt to my pity party wound I stabbed onto myself this Sunday evening…the internet service is moving as slow as ol’ molasses! Waaah, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I wanna! Hey, you would cry too it happened to you! Er, I love this song?….and I would have posted it here for your listening enjoyment but my internet service said screw this post–no music entertainment for tonight. Got that? (I’m apologizing for the rudeness of my internet service….some people’s children, I tell you!)

Anyway, let me analyze what the ****happened today to find me in this charming predicament. Oh, I did mention how tired I’m feeling? You know, sleepy? I know TMI (too much info…for those out of the loop) but I got up this morning, kicked the cat out of bed, went down the hall, shook the sleep off the sleepy headed kids still in bed, then stumbled to the bathroom. Okaaay, you just stop here and let me fast forward a bit……  okay, made a pot of strong black coffee and proceeded to put on my face.

I don’t have a face. Oh, you can come into the bathroom now, and like I said, I don’t have  a face until I take it down from the top shelf, (it’s in the overstuffed I-should-clean-out-bag)   and ….

Assorted cosmetics and tools

...proceed to dump my face onto the bathroom counter.

I rummage around and find my first face part and begin to assemble. First, I start with the eyebrows. Draw left line in, then the right eyebrow. Brush it down a tad so I don’t look like Groucho Marx.

English: Julius Henry "Groucho" Marx...

Next, curl eyelashes and then, smother with heavy dose of blackest black mascara. Hey, now…why am I telling you about my face??? Scoot outside for a moment…

Applying cosmetics

....I'm almost done....

Tada!!! My face is on now and lucky for you and your eyeballs too! Fast forward a bit more…and to get back to the reason for this post.  I do believe that Sunday for me has become just as busy as the rest of the week since the mornings are pretty much spent over at the church, the afternoon and early evening are spent preparing supper, organizing for the rest of the week, attending to (must-get-done-before-Monday) work , and finally, finally, I get to come here!!  Only a couple of hours (my gas tank runs out by midnight and then the brain goes bye-bye)  to spend writing and then visiting and chatting with my neighbors in the WordPress neighborhood.

Oh, Sunday, where did you go?

Sunday, Funday

The Bangles song “Maniac Monday” describes the best day of the week!

“I wIsH it was SuNdAy

Cause that’s my fUnDaY

My I don’t have to rUnDaY”

fUnDaY cause my morning starts with God, church family and evening with a family supper and conversations.

Sunday is the best day for like the sun, it warms, nourishes and recharges me for maniac Monday!