Get the hell out of Dodge! :) ... 10/18/12

Leaving life behind, I took a drive

Headed south for the Missou/Arkansas state line

Heaven answered; quickly responded

Left all troubles at the Nebraska/Iowa border

Groovin' and movin', let the music unwind

As Autumn scenery filled the road on all sides

Thinkin' no throughts 'cept for the beauty surrounding

Passion filled spaces, long time empty

So grateful for the roads always kind to me

I fill up on peace and empty what's bugging

Beauty got more beautiful, the further south I drove

And when Sun came out, magic dispersed my every woe

Hillsides and hilltops alive with color

This magical season delivers clear vision, technicolor

Thank God for this season, vibrant in color

And the dancing in masses as they take their falling sever

 

~There is nothing greater than when peacefulness sinks in~

~Dancing, to be me~Dancing, to be free~

 

~ Dances With Terri  10/23/12 ~

October Life!

Beautiful!  The leaves falling

Colorful life!  A blanket they make

Top down driving!  They land inside

Kick in the ass!  This season enlivens

 

~ Dances With Terri  10/04/12 ~

 

 

 

Wake me up ~ bring me pleasure

October morns ~ a joy to savor

 

Sunshine bright ~ behind the blinds

Get on up ~ a reason to rise

 

Chill of morns ~ guilty pleasure

Reason to write ~ beloved treasure

 

~ Dances With Terri  10/10/12 ~

 

 

 

 

Everything changes, this month of October

Preparing for the quiet, darkness of winter

Blast of Fall, instills hope in the future

As all that has ended, falls graceful to surrencer

Gentle in its fall and deliberate flutter

Colorful past dances, one more time to remember

Everything changes, this month of October

Cleansing of senses to build and become stronger

 

~ Dances With Terri  10/10/12 ~

Perfect Concoction

Sometimes riding life's tough storms

I forget the calming effects of a single bird song

Finally the 95+ heat wave breaks

Windows wide open, the morning flows in!

Slight breeze rattles the indoor chimes

Filling the room with shrill shell clinging sound

Beloved my chimes brought back from the ocean

And the morning single bird song blending to the ...

perfect concoction!

~ Dancing With Terri  08/15/12 ~

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/08/mood-indigo-bryonie-wise/

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared wish for

may once again spring clear
without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,

streaming through widening channels
into an open sea.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

There is this place that I continue to return to, again and again.

It ebbs and it flows and sometimes it’s gentle, like the water lapping onto the shore, asking the sand and rocks to join in the dance of the sea; other times, it’s a tidal wave so big, so strong, that I’m certain that the push of the wave and the pull of the tide are in it together, hoping to claim their next prize for the underwater world (that surely exists).

Moments that bring me back, to here and now, seem far and few between and part of me tires of the search for a place to rest my achy body and weary mind.

The other part is my warrior and she is the one that brings me back up onto my feet, lifting all ten of my toes and rooting them into the earth.

She is the one that holds space, so that sadness can exist in love…and with love.

She is the one, I’m sure, that tells my dog when to lick my face and wrap his paws around me, holding me in his sweet dog embrace.

Love comes in many forms and shapes and sometimes, she is disguised and I don’t recognize that it’s her standing right in front of me, with those soft, kind, strong eyes, staring back at me.

I am beginning to understand, now, that this isn’t something for the faint of heart; there will be times when the skies are clear and times when the skies are gray. This is life.

This is my life.

I am my warrior and I wish that I could take my heart from my chest and crack her open, for you.
Then you would see, you would know, for sure, that everything written within her walls, each word, memory, idea, thought, feeling—that everything—everything—is written with love.

.................a post by Bryonie Wise via elephantjournal.com, shared here because it made me dance!!!

Two years plus, I've tried to articulate

The high, high vs. the reality low

How in his presence, there is nothing more real and true

a sense of belonging and "home"

a feel of knowing forever

And within just hours of standing together

the low takes over and undresses the high, layer by layer

starving me for more high

eventually draining me to drown in reality

I cling to the high moments, perhaps creating an illusion

because why? ...

as my life has progressed through drenching moments

I need the illusion that someone

loves me and wants me

cares to watch me through

~ Dances With Terri  07/02/12 ~

surely, my love is not the only active word (verb) in our sentence

? ? ?

illusion, can be damaging

and saving grace

at the same time

07/27/12

Hmmmm ... July 4th musing

*Reasoning* ... There seems to be uncontainable passion and excitement in the minds and on the faces of most of the male population when "fireworks" week comes around.

They carry around their punk for hours, and days, lighting anything with a wick that will cause a BOOM, whether instantaneous or after seconds of a spectacular light show.

They love explosion.

They love fire.

And they are proud in the understanding that they ignited that firey explosion. (And that damn adorable, boyish grin after such explosion is just irresistable!)

They're good for a minimum 7 day stretch of firework igniting.

*To do* ... Remove myself from all dating sites. (Really not on any, but if I were, I would remove myself as of this date)

Research the most profitable firework stands of this 2012 season.

*Long range plan* ... Take a week of vacation leading up to July 4, 2013.

Hang out daily, during my vacation, at each of the top 3 most profitable firework stands according to my research findings ... holding a punk or two.

~ Dancing, just thinking about possible explosions ~