Musing. Oh, yes. How I love to muse. To reflect. Ponder. Play with my words and make them mean something, sometimes straightforward and sometimes almost woven into the fabric to avoid detection. Sometimes, I may hide behind a flower, sometimes not. A diary of thoughts, dreams, life, and dreams yet to be dreamed.
Leaning on the doorway, the path to my desires
Waiting for my heart to separate
Reality from not
My heart is blinded by you
Singing a song I don't recognize
There are so many free lessons in life that are priceless. Malcolm Forbes hit the nail on the head with just one of the many thoughts that ran through his head.
To live long and achieve happiness, cultivate the art of radiating happiness.
I can't help to feel the joy here! Did you ever know someone who makes you feel like you are the most special person when you see them. Funny enough, in different circumstances, I would never have met her, and yet, I have and I am a better person for it. She is kind, humble and radiates warmth. All the things I want of myself, yet, there is room for improvement. Something I ponder frequently, just how does one get to that place? This was probably one of the few times she needed a shoulder to lean on, when she has surgery a little while back and I showed up unannounced. She came through the surgery wonderfully.
I send you these flowers to radiate their beauty and bring you a small piece of my thoughts, right from the heart. Shine on.
Who doesn't love a tree? Hug a tree, embrace life! I cannot imagine hiking through a forest without the benefit of a tree or three. Shhhh! I know you have seen one of my favorite trees before, I am just scrolling through some, pulling one from here and there. Maybe adding a little prose or words or something to make it post-worthy. Hail the majesty of the tree! In honor of the tree, I dedicate this post to #TreeTuesday by @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's see some trees! Feel free to post one in the comment section! I want to admire your tree!
I am seriously looking forward to the next few weeks, leading up to the Day of Thanks and then the kickoff to the season of Joy! Christmas will be coming sooner than I imagined. It's not about the presents my friends, it is about family and friends. In keeping with the Christmas Countdown, I give you one seasonal picture and the day count! There are 39 days 00 hours 40 minutes and 27 seconds.
Before I forget, we know that there must always be flowers to color my world. #alwaysaflower
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The image is of profound beauty, not of the picture itself, but the brilliance that shines on everything it touches, especially my soul. I want to thank @old-guy-photos for hosting the #TreeTuesday tag! And just like that, this post is done! Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again!
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barret Browning
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I love to muse sometimes too. Just play around words and make them have some sort of meanings in the end. To make them stamp them their foot in the heart of the readers, words have to be conceived in the heart and written down with ink. This is how I love thee, my words. 🤣😂
Oh, you have got me nailed like a piece of trim. :)) Exactly! There is something about writing it down by hand, I cannot explain it, but, stand by stand, it is done by hand.
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Who doesn't love friends whether they be sisters or not, they are all special and all hold those dear places in our hearts. I am so very glad you were there for your special friend Denise, she sounds like a lovely soul who has a friend called Denise who also has a lovely soul. 💜
❤️ It is people like you that manage to sneak their way into people's hearts. Definitely a beautiful soul.
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Beautiful photography and I agree with you happiness is the only hong one can ever have to stay alive. Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing this lovely post @dswigle
Thank you.
I think I have to hug my tree.
The busyness of it all.
There seems to be no end to it.
Lovely words, sweet @dswigle.
I chose right to end my day here!
I don't blame you. My days are not my own either. :)
This too shall pass.
That is what I keep telling myself!
The day is going better already!!!
Dances a jig!
Yay!
Nowadays I live alone. Not even my own brother does not care about me. He did not came to my 29th birthday on 2021.09.17. I called him on the phone a few weeks ago on a Friday, and I told him the straight truth that this felt bad (he said sorry), and that it would good, if he could visit me in the weekend. He said that "it is possible. We will see". But he did not even called me in the weekend, let alone came.
He scammed me and failed me in the past multiple times, but he is still my brother, and I still would have been happy for his presence on my 29th birthday.
He called me a few days ago in the middle of the night telling me that he have not received a part of his pension-like income so far, and he asked me if I received mine, and that is it. Nothing else. He call me only, when he have some kind of problem. He literally does not care about me.
This is my brother, and this feels so bad. Especially after we lived together for more than 20 years. But he changed so much since our mother passed away on 2017.12.17 (yes, one week before Christmas) due to brain tumor (cancer). He changed so much that he not just/only behaves like a different man, but also the complete opposite of his former self.
Since approximately the middle of 2018 he lives with stranger families. Why (how can be) a stranger family is more important to him than his own brother. I did not do anything wrong to him. Quite the opposite. I helped him multiple times in the past. Both financially and by other means. I did not deserved to be scammed (and basically ignored) by him.
Sorry for writing a half book, but the emotions and the feelings just came to the surface after reading and thinking about Christmas.
Have a nice day. All the best. Greetings from Hungary.
I guess I didn't realize that you lived alone again. I thought you were living with a family, but I guess I might not have been paying attention. I remember you writing that your brother did not visit you and how disappointed you were. I know that you and he lived in as family for 20 years and sometimes it's hard to understand how a person can literally flush all of that down the toilet, not even looking back. Perhaps he is hurting over your mother's death? Perhaps he's not as deeply feeling as you? Sometimes people grow in different directions and become selfish in their own life. Will he also spend Christmas alone? Is he also on disability or does he work? He must have a separate life that makes him happy in some way for him to always be busy. Maybe he is afraid that you will ask to live with him or ask for him to be emotionally present for you... what if he cannot? I'm not sure and it really doesn't make sense. I know that some brothers and sisters grow apart from each other once they leave home, especially when there is no mother to bind that relationship together. Mothers have a way of keeping it all together. They seem to be the piece of the puzzle that keeps it all family. If you had a sister she would be the one that would be keeping the both of you together. I'm not sure what to tell you because it seems that there is guilt on his part and there is a need on your part which he is not filling, the need to be family. I wish there were a way for you to get a roommate so that you could split renting someplace and even though it's not your brother it would be someone to celebrate life with. It's no fun going through life alone and there are so many people out there in your same position. I don't mind if you write a whole book, honestly. I just wish there were more that I could do to make your life happy. Nobody should be unhappy in life. Anyway, I hope that you had a good day as you are winding down into your evening. Hello from Washington DC!
That is certain. I also miss our mother. She loved us more than anything else. She did everything for us.
No. He lives with a stranger family. Since approximately the middle of 2018.
As I know, both. Just like me.
This is a difficult story. I asked him to come back straight after he left me in our former house around 2018 May. I thought that he paid the bills, but he did not paid it for months (he did not even paid his own phone bill for months), and he simply left me to leave with another family, who he thought to be his childhood friend, but instead of this they just/only took advantage of him. They "milked" him (used him to buy food for them, and who knows for what). My brother took a bank loan, and continued to "forgot" to pay his mobile phone bills. We had to sell our house because of the enormous debt he made. And since then he lived with multiple families, but now with strangers. He lived in so many settlements over the last few years that even I do not know the number and the names of the places. And he have not had a mobile phone for a long time.
Indeed. We was the best family. Or at least this is how I currently see it.
Maybe I did not wrote about her so far, but we indeed have a sister. She lives in the other side of Hungary, near the border of Slovakia. Without her help I would have been immediately a homeless after the above mentioned incident. I still was a homeless later, but for a very short time.
I had housemate in my previous rent (we one room each + shared the bills in 50%), but the price of that rent was 3x more expensive than my current rent, even with the sharing, because that was in Szolnok city, but I very quickly left that. It is difficult enough to maintain this village rent.
I like books. Especially fantasy books. Both in English and in Hungarian. My favorite American fantasy author is Jess E. Owen. My favorite Hungarian fantasy author is Szakács Eszter.
This discussion made me somewhat happier. At least there is someone I can talk to. Even if it is not personal, it still feels good.
I agree. But the life unfortunately does not. There are many unhappy people. Although I must say that fortunately/luckily I am not completely unhappy. I have a lot of happiness with my Harris's hawk.
Thank you so much for this good/great discussion. Have a nice day. All the best. Greetings from Hungary.
It's always my pleasure.
Thank you @thoughtfulposts
Something very nice. Are these the lyrics of the song or just your poetic thoughts? Many have written beautifully and shared some beautiful photography as well. The picture of the sunset is really captivating.
No, these are my thoughts. If you see any lyric line or phrases, it is purely coincidental. I used to write down at the bottom that these words are my own, but stopped doing it a year or two ago.
Thank you for stopping by and I hope you are having a great day.
Ah yes, and how perfectly your words have captured how so many of us see you Denise! That first paragraph is exactly a word picture of how I imagine you to be. Musing. Reflecting. Pondering. Sometimes straight forward but sometimes hidden within the flower to avoid detection - or hurt?
Rarely hurt, unless there is loss of a loved one, usually through the hands of God, so more of a loss with a purpose. If that makes sense to you.
I used to fly under the radar, after all, this is social media and the evil internet. :) I find being on here and other places, they have their place and some even depend on this to be their life. I feel like I have a healthy blend, it enhances life, but, life first. It is always fun to come back and ponder over life and mingle with the world. :) It is interesting, intriguing and I have learned such cool things.
You are good at looking behind the bushes. :) That is fine too. I hope you have a wonderful day at the farm, as you wind your day down. Have a peaceful evening. ❤️
Yes it makes sense. What is also a sad reality, as you understand, many escape real life to create a life for themselves in the cyber world. That way it is easy to not face real relationships with people in your everyday sphere of life. Social media has made us believe we are important to faceless and/or nameless people we've never met as opposed to those we can touch. Everything in moderation. And a healthy balance. I agree. It's fun but it's not the real world
You are exactly right! One of the biggest reasons why I have always been less visible in many ways on social media. I have kids that I have never been big on social media and it's not something that they are drawn to, although it is a part of their life but a small part and I do believe that if it went away they would not be sad. It is a tool and a way to get a hold of their friends but unlike me they don't have a burning desire to post anywhere.
I enjoy it here on hive and I expect that unless something changes in my life, meaning that my attention is needed in other places, I will probably be here for the duration. I just read that and laughed, thinking duration of what? Anyway it's sad to think that anybody would have to make up a life to have a life. Anyway, I must dash off, but thank you always!
That first flower is exquisite, and that saying by Malcom Forbes is so true
I think people that raidiate joy and happiness draw special people to them, as you do
MUsing is something I think we all do but not all of use can turn the musing into a beautifully worded post
I think you are right, I see musing all the time and because they don't see it like that, they do not do things with it, except to let it lay. Too bad, people don't see their own potential, and then, of course I use it even if it doesn't work sometimes. :)
Good morning from here. I hope you are having a great morning! Judging from your pictures, another spectacular one!
Absolutely spectacular view on the tree. your friend and you look so lovely.
Beautiful words to make you incredible. God bless you my dear friend @dswigle
God bless you also, for the time you take , making people feel special. Have a lovely day.
You two look so sweet with the smile. Thanks for this and l wish you a great week.
Thank you, Sam and I hope you have a most wonderful day yourself!
I think we all use this as a diary of sorts. Maybe some more and others less. Perhaps some dont even realize it. It is a masquerade and we get to choose the costume and the size of the mask. Yet, I find it to be both enjoyable and useful.
Well it is past my bedtime. I bid you a pleasant evening.
Well is it a diary if you're masquerading? Wearing a mask is hiding and masquerading is pretending. So I'm not sure exactly what you mean. And yes this is me being serious.
You were always still posting Way Beyond my bedtime. I just get up and read you the next day.
Hive (our diary) is the masquerade ball which we all attend where we have the decision of what and how much we reveal; much like the attendees at the ball decide on how elaborate their disguise.
Thanks! I get it now! :)
Always a flower that never falls to shine on every single post 🤗 love it,I'm definitely taking something from here
"To live long and achieve happiness,cultivate the act of radiating happiness" now that's a word to live by.
🤔 not sure about hugging a tree but did claim a few in my childhood.