Don’t forget about the simple joys.
Here are some of my own photos from this past week that roused the simple joys in my own life.
What are yours?
wink*
-Coco
Afternoon
I have fallen into the pattern of documenting my days through photos once again.
It’s wonderful, and I urge all to do so. Especially with the ease of our new smart little gadgets, or old ones..mustn’t forget about those.
Today you must,
Stop and smell the flowers.
Bend down and stretch,
yawn, open your eyes, smile
and brush your teeth.
Dress-up, this habit will eventually morph into you having good style, if not already so.
Kiss someone on the forehead, thank you Benjamin, I forgot about that.
Walk through a neighboorhood this evening,
go to bed
dream.
-Coco
A morning haiku
A startling dream.
Oatmeal, mangos and coffee.
Full, feel like dancing.
- Coco
yes……….
George Gershwin - Love is Here to Stay (1938)
Performed by the New York Philharmonic for Manhattan (1979, dir. Woody Allen)
Morning
A bit groggy this morning, I hope it’s a simple day.
Funny.
All your worries,
Like a huge sweet hunk of stress in your mouth.
And then, Gloom comes along and forces your mouth to shut tighter.
How it hovers and covers things up so well.
Don’t let it, too much.
It cannot be a constant.
Push it away nicely; blow it a kiss, and have it be on its way; weak in the knees from your affection.
Hope is not a bad thing to rely upon to do this.
If you can picture it; see it move, put it in color, it may breathe and possibly become real.
See?
What do you want?
Simple; just think of it, you have to start someplace.
After all,
What better place than the morning to begin.
- Coco Allen
Challenge yourself to describe someone in a similar manner,
“From a long habit of listening admirably to everything that was said in her presence, and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul, never to part with the same but with her life, her head had quite settled on one side. Her hands had contracted a spasmodic habit of raising themselves of their own accord as in involuntary admiration. Her eyes were liable to a similar affection. She had the softest voice that was ever heard; and her nose, stupendously aquiline, had a little knob in the very center or key-stone of the bridge, whence it tended downwards towards her face, as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything.”
How to fly, just in case you were curious !
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.”
— The Pickwick Papers- Charles Dickens
An evening thank you:
I am happy tonight.
Sometimes I forget to think about all things I have, things that cannot be replaced.
Like a clumsy mishap, a broken tea cup.
Tea cup shards can be cleaned up, swept away, and disposed of safely.
A new tea cup, a better one in fact, can serve as its replacement.
Problem solved.
But not everything can be dealt with that easily, no matter how hard we push.
No matter how stubborn we are.
Or try to be.
Remember that.
Tonight I am thinking of my family.
My stone.
My stone of pure gold, heavy and solid.
Take some time to think tonight, remember things that spark smiles in you.
Many of those memories I think of, involve my family.
I want to say how unbelievably pure and sacred those memories are to me.
I think a lot, I am an observer, a master observer.
But I am at fault.
Lately I have been neglecting my joyous memories that seem to be a given in my life.
They are not.
They are full of magic and only the best of flavors, colors and tastes.
How fragile they are. I forget that.
So to my family, immediate, and those who have adopted themselves in, my dear friends you know who you are.
You have all left so many electric and vivid memories with me.
Near, or far at the moment, know I am thinking of you.
So many good things.
A goodnight to you all.
- Your Courtney
pure loveliness..
