Dear Readers… Have a look, have a read, give it some thought, and then share yours. { ♥! }

~Α↔Ω~

I AM the Creator.

The Creator?  He is me.

Together we developed

This form

Of divinity.

A spark of life,

The journey’s strife,

Each lesson learned therein,

Uncover beauty unrevealed

Yet nestled in the plan.

I AM divine.

I do create.

You, too, conspire with me.

Together

We

Essentially

Create Eternity.

And we’re doing a damn good job.

Creator:

• one that creates usually by bringing something new or original into being
• a person who grows or makes or invents things
• one who creates

To Create:

• To cause to exist; bring into being.
• To give rise to; produce.
• To produce through artistic or imaginative effort. 

Create:

cause, lead to, hatch, occasion, give life to, install, bring about, make, form, produce, invent, develop, coin, design, initiate, generate, formulate, compose, establish, devise, originate, give birth to, spawn, dream up, appoint, make, found,  concoct, set up, beget, invest, bring into being or existence… 

Yesterday The Good Husband and I spent hours in the garden cleaning, preening, trimming and skimming. We wore our swimsuits and hopped in the pool to cool. Gentle breezes rustled mesquite beans from their branches and clouds spread themselves thinly between the bright desert sun and us. Rain would come. Lovely!

In the Mission Garden I ate several late strawberries, trimmed back the mint (I have more than a dozen varieties), and harvested a lovely cache of figs. FIGS! Now there’s a fruit that’s inspired lots of love. And is it ever revered. Historically, the fig tree’s been considered sacred in all parts of Southwestern Asia, Egypt, Greece, and Italy. And now, of course, in Tucson.

Pliny The Elder, the noted Roman writer and natural philosopher, said “Figs are restorative. They increase the strength of young people, preserve the elderly in better health and make them look younger with fewer wrinkles.”

Bring on the figs!

Figs symbolize abundance, fertility, sweetness. Like a ripe and ready, fecund woman. The most mentioned fruits in the bible, figs also played key roles in ancient tales of love and seduction. Not surprising. Figs are sexy. Consider the words used to describe figs… Fleshy, Luscious, Rosy, Satiny, Smooth, Succulent. You get the picture.

Figs. I love them. Have I made you think twice? If so, take a look at some of mine:

Inspiration:

The Fig

by Gabriela Mistral, as translated from the Spanish by Maria Jacketti

Touch me: it is softness of good satin, and when you open me, what an unexpected rose! Do you not remember some king’s black cloak under which a redness burned?

I bloom inside myself to enjoy myself with an inward gaze, scarcely for a week.

Afterward, the satin opens generously in a great fold of Congolese laughter.

Poets have not know the color of night, nor the figs of Palestine. We are both the most ancient blue, a passionate blue, richly concentrating itself because of its ardor.

I spill my pressed flowers into your hand. I create a deaf meadow for your pleasure. I shower you with the meadow’s bouquet until covering your feet. No. I keep the flowers tied – they make me itch; the resting rose also knows this sensation.

I am also the pulp of the Rose-of-Sharon, bruised.

Allow my praise to be made: I nourished the Greeks, and they have praised me less than Juno, who gave them nothing.

Restless

And the truth is

That the day has just begun

Time to do it all remains

There’s much yet to be done

Opportunities present

Live,  love,  give

Soothe

Be balm

In the midst of chaos

Choose.

Create the calm.

Begin within.

I AM

A Big B-Word…

Buff

Bold

Ballsy

Balanced

Beautiful

Brave

Bazinga!

“The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.”

~Ashley Montague

…

Sunrise on a summer morn.

The moment each of my children was born.

Seeing him cross a crowded room.

Witnessing someone I care for bloom.

Weddings when the match is right.

Achieving the goal that took all one’s might.

A simple meal, a glass of wine.

Knowing, regardless, that all will be fine.

Because I let happiness seize me.

 

I AM here.

In the garden.

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Early morning dawns with promise

Cool air kisses me hello

Quail’s familiar two-beat comment

Letting his companion know

I AM here.

Pre-dawn light, the garden beckons

Heat has not yet scorched the day

Scent and scenery sweetly reckons

What was sown in mellow May.

I AM here.

Harsh now, all the elements be

Searing baulkers, the unwary

But in this early light, I see

The wonders, wrought so perfectly.

They speak to me

Lovingly

Abundantly

Clearly

I AM here.

        ~ Aristotle

Dear Ari,

 When you’re right, you’re right.

 Love, Kim

 ~ CHOOSE ~

~ ? ~

Choose to be happy

To depend on yourself

To find joy by the end of each day.

~

Choose to be honest

To live only the truth

No regrets; ne’er deceive or betray.

~

Choose to be valiant

To look fear in the face

Straighten shoulders; lift your chin and love.

~

Choose to be brilliant

To let your light so shine

That the Gods seek you out, from above.

~

This

Is to live.

Choose.

~ ? ~

Look.

Look closely.

At HER.

She is Love

Is Lovely

Lovable

Perfect.

See?

Yes?

Lucky!

If not, Grieve.

Because that means

You haven’t the eyes

To see.

Travesty.

I dreamed of you

So vividly

Before you breathed life here.

You came to me with firm belief

That you were mine, so dear.

When morning came, I lucidly

Considered your request,

And changed up my life’s plan

Right there,

Upon your righteousness.

Once committed, I prepared

To have you in my life,

Proceeding forth to welcome you

No fear, no doubt, no strife.

When you arrived,

Beloved!

I knew that we’d been right.

We salvaged joy, began new worlds,

Thanks to that fateful night.

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Lucid, Righteous, Salvage

As he teetered on the brink

Of this existence

Did he quantify success

Based on

Fast cars and hot women?

~

Any regrets?

~

Did the futile search

For his ideal

Cause concern?

~

Did he measure his own value

In the manner of the world:

Dollars

Cents

Titles

Rents,

And feel remorse?

~

Or did he say,

“Hot Damn!

This was one wild ride!

I’m so flippin’ glad

I lived large ’til I died!”

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter