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Christmas Time

christmas-timeChristmas is a time of celebration. The reasons for this celebration differ from person to person, place to place. Everyone in the world is not of the same belief thus Christmas time holds personal meanings varying from culture to culture. A common thread, however, seems to be the festiveness of the season, which permeates the air with cheer, wonder and amazement.

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Whether you are celebrating a secular or a religious Christmas, catnip wishes you a season of happiness, joyful times with family and friends. Sharing precious moments together is more important than any tangible Christmas present. Anything man-made can be destroyed by man. It is tangible. Love and good will from the heart moves with the spirit. It is intangible.

As you move about with the season, spread good cheer but also be mindful of those whose Christmas may not be reminiscent of joy. There are those who are less fortunate, homeless, down-trodden, depressed and suffering.  Be aware that some people can find Christmas a difficult time, especially in cases where a loved one is ill, there are family problems or a loved one has died. Do your best to comfort them while including them in your good wishes for better times in the future.

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Christmas is indeed a time of giving. Unfortunately, commercialism has taken away some of the true joy of Christmas. We hustle and bustle, fight the crowds, stake out the best sales, still overspend and all for what reason? More presents? More, more, more…. Instead, do something generous in the spirit of spreading joy and kindness, beauty and love. Give to someone who has, better yet, expects nothing. Cook for those who barely have enough food for the family, visit someone in a nursing home, volunteer at a homeless shelter, help with a toy or food drive. The possibilities are endless. Give of your time from the heart!

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For many, Christmas is filled with traditionChristmas caroling, watching Charlie Brown’s Christmas, reflecting on Christmases past, creating homemade gifts, baking Christmas cookies, decorating the tree, hanging Christmas stockings, wrapping presents, enjoying Dad’s special Egg Nog (or not!), waiting impatiently for Santa, and so much more.

Whatever your traditions may be, Embrace the Past…

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When it came to holidays
Mama had everything under control
Baking cookies, wrapping presents
Even decorating the hall

Christmas Eve kept everyone busy
The house full of holiday cheer
Papa and Jimmy left at daybreak
On the hunt for the perfect deer

We’d wake up Christmas morning
Feeling the keen sense of surprise
Excitement in our hearts
The minute we opened our eyes

Still in our pajamas, hair all a muss
We stretched, yawned, still half asleep
Out of bed before Mama and Papa
We managed a sneaky little peek

Catching sunbeams through the open window
Were the branches of a scrawny little tree
Underneath were handmade toys ‘n’ things
The most thankful sight we ever did see

©2010 Remembering Sharla Lee Shults

©2010 Remembering
Sharla Lee Shults

“Christmas is for giving, being thankful and giving from the heart.” ~SLS

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A Pristine Side of Winter

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Sharla Lee Shults

Awaken inner thoughts of beauty and solitude even in the bleakness of Winter. Put your imagination to work with some new, rather unique, visions of Jack Frost. While it may be br-r-r-r cold outside, there is so much beauty to behold during the season of Winter. Yes, that’s right! Don’t be misled by visions of the drab, dreary, gloomy side of Winter but look around at the amazing sights that can only be encountered in the coldest season of the year.

Relish in the Winter spirit. The cold, crisp air refreshes the lungs with a quiet walk where the only sounds are the crunching of ice crystals underfoot. Listen to the wind-chimes as the North Wind sends a swift brush of cold through the air.  Examine every tree, shrub, plant and field as it displays its own uniqueness having been gently touched by nature’s paintbrush of downy white.

You can find solace deep within yourself once you are lost in a daydream that explores the magical mysteries of Winter. Cleansing, refreshing, invigorating! Then, enjoying the warmth of a cozy fireplace after such an exhilarating experience invites a steaming hot cup of white chocolate cocoa spiked with a stick of cinnamon.

Even within the bitterest cold of winter one can find breathtaking beauty.

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Free Write Friday #35: Pick a Title

Welcome to Free Write Friday. New here? Read the intro. Everyone else, let’s get started.

Here is your FWF prompt…

Select a title below to write from:

  • It Was A Very Special Ornament
  • I Saw It In A Frosted Window Pane
  • It Was The Greatest Gift Of All
  • It Happened At Sunrise On Christmas Morn
  • They Called Him Scrooge

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The Peppermint Fairy

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Pale of face
Delicately dressed
Red & white stripes
Hold body encased

Blue eyes
Upon porcelain face
Add magic
To her fragile grace

Transparent wings
Angelic flair
Tiny sparkles
Don midnight hair

Red ribbon stripes
Bound around her waist
Evoke thoughts
Of peppermint taste

A special ornament
She’ll always be
Smiling from atop
The Christmas tree

Jim & I joined the Christmas Ornament Club in 1984. The Peppermint Fairy was the first ornament received with many, many more to follow for several years. The collection will one day be divided among the four children, except for The Peppermint Fairy, which was given to Nicole after the birth of our first granddaughter.

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Sharla Lee Shults

Here are a few contributions that definitely need to be shared:

Annie’s Muse says: http://www.anniestexasmusings.com/that-special-ornament.html

capriedavenport says: http://prettiblaquebutterfly.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/i-saw-it-in-a-frosted-window-pane-free-write-friday-fwf/

Aleza says: http://azfree.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/it-was-the-greatest-gift-of-all/

graypoet says: http://graypoet.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/i-saw-it-in-a-frosted-window-pane-fwf-prompt/

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Inspiration: Butterflies or Dragons?

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Life is drama personified with episodes of both butterflies and dragons with a few butterfly dragons being tossed into the mix along the way.

Butterflies or Dragons?

What are your triggers for inspiration…things that are seen or that which is unseen? Emotions through experience or feelings from the gut? Touchables or untouchables? Mirrored images or broken glass? Butterflies or dragons?

Stretch_YawnDawn’s early light. With eyes barely open, you stretch and yawn, afterward rubbing the sleepy matter crusted in the corner of each eye. Toes wiggle trying to ease foot cramps, legs ache from being in the same position too long, shoulders feel tired from the weights not being lifted from the day before. Your feet hardly hit the floor when thoughts awaken your senses flitting and fluttering through the corridors of your mind. They dance angelically, yet fervently, much like the atala butterflies seeking the sweet, sweet nectar from summer’s enticing florets or greet you with a horrid headache as a result of fighting dragons all through the night.

Morning_CoffeeTriggers of inspiration. With the day just beginning, what triggers those thoughts exactly, so early with daylight scarcely visible? Hey, you are hardly awake! You haven’t even had the tiniest hint of caffeine to jolt your brain cells into action.  What inspires those first thoughts of the day to emerge as fact or fantasy, butterflies or dragons? What brings them on? Are they thoughts of sweetness waiting with open arms to be tasted like the nectar for the butterfly in summer or thoughts of dread where sights of such sweetness died with the butterfly in summer being replaced by dragons of bitter winter?

Life is drama personified with episodes of both butterflies and dragons with a few butterfly dragons being tossed into the mix along the way. For the latter to be dominant, life would be all sunshine and roses, ice cream and lollipops, puppy hugs and kitten kisses, no challenge, no risk involved. You would move about in a state of bliss, tippy-toeing through the tulips, singing in the rain, dancing with the wind. In other words, on a perfect day in a perfect world, butterfly dragons would teasingly frolic without worry, totally carefree! Of course, such a perfect world does not exist.

life-equals-risk Life as we know it equals risk. Taking chances is as common as roller skating and surfboarding. Both require balance and the ability to maneuver within tight situations. That’s the way it is with life. You may not be on roller skates or riding the crest of a breaking wave toward shore but chances are you will experience your share of ups and downs, positives versus negatives, good with the bad. You WILL fall, your ‘skates’ will throw you off balance, you will not always ‘catch the wave’. Within any good experience resides the possibility of an event turning sour or resulting in a bad ending. At the same time, out of a bad situation can actually erupt something good! Thus, a butterfly dragon!

So, back to your first awakening, morning thoughts & triggers of inspiration.

Isn’t how youDream greet the morning a trigger for those initial thoughts? For example, let’s look at dreams. “Wow, what a dream!” may find you replaying in your mind passions of pleasure or acts of violence. Some dreams are so vivid the dreamer finds it difficult to distinguish fantasy from reality. But, that dream may be the inspiration for the rest of the day. It may follow you through the day lively as a butterfly or attack you like a hungry dragon gnawing away at your senses.

Each day begins after the night before. It is important to embrace the past for its impressionable effect empowers the present. Memory triggers can bathe your entire being in the finest perfume or reenact the feeling of sinking your teeth into the bitterest lemon. You can smell the freshness of the outdoors or the odor of innate fear, feel the warmth of the sun or the biting coldness of a hard heart, listen to the song of the nightingale or the beat of a distant drum. In other words, you can tune yourself on or tune yourself out! You can flutter with the butterflies or fly with the dragons.

Enjoy the catnip of life. Igniting the senses, thereby becoming attuned to the world around you, gets those creative juices flowing.

Observe life at its best, Listen to life’s songs, Embrace life’s bounties, Breathe the breath of life, Savor life to its fullest!

What thoughts begin your day?

Wake up! Wake up! Sleepy head!
So much to be discovered, explored
Let inspiring thoughts engulf the day
No butterflies or dragons ignored

Face the day full force ahead
Looking for sights unseen
Relish splendor met with candor
Everything in between

Enjoy the catnip—

Observe life at its best
Listen to life’s songs
Notice the little things
That which truly belongs

Embrace life’s bounties
Outside daily strife
Enjoy the surroundings
Breathe the breath of life

Morning sun, evening moon
Don’t find yourself clueless
Reach for the stars
Savor life to its fullest!

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Sharla Lee Shults

Butterfly_DragonImagination is the doorway to creativity! ~catnipoflife

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Observing Sunrise to Sunset

It is so awesome when I can match my poetry with photos from such wonderful photographers. Today, catnip features a couple of her own, along with Alastair Forbes and Barbara Beacham. You can tell whose is whose by the watermarks. Of course, that is a feature catnip is yet to learn so the first two are hers, unmarked. Be sure to visit Alastair @A Mixed Bag and Barbara @Life in the Foothills. You will not be disappointed and probably will not leave without following! Tell them catnip sent you!

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Dawn ’til Dusk

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Whispers of Dawn…
Awaken a new day
As watercolor skies
Replace night’s gray

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Figures of light
Dance into view
While pre-dawn colors
Fade into metallic blue

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Heat of Midday…
Emanates sun’s bright glare
As vivid natural colors
Create balance in the air

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Cool afternoon breezes
Relinquish the noonday heat
As an allusion of rain
Renders the day complete

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Serenity of Twilight…
Brings closure to the day
While red-orange hues
Emerge without delay

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A surreal saffron hue
Casts an illusionary show
As soft billowy clouds
Reflect sun’s fading glow

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Music of the Night…
Stimulates harmony in the soul
While a symphony of sounds
Performs melodies to console

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Subdued radiance
Slowly transcends the darkness
As night comes, light disappears
In an awe of bitter sweetness

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Sharla Lee Shults

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

—William Arthur Ward (American inspirational writer, 1921–1994)

 

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The Only Limit

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There are times when each of us feel we have done all we can do, we can do no more, we have reached our limits. We are tired, absolutely pooped, ready to give up, give in, settle for less.

We feel we have come to our road’s end with no branches leading in a new or different direction, no ‘y’ in the road, only a dead end. But even at the end of a dead-end road, there is something beyond. 

The only blockade is that which we allow in our own minds. The voice that says STOP, you can go no further, you have reached your limits.This is the moment when you push through the things blocking your way and forge ahead.

PowerNow, I ask you, Have you reached your limits?”

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The only limit is the one you set yourself!

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The limit you set
is that of your own
whether high or low
its time will come

Within your limits
new horizons await
inner thoughts
say never too late

Be on the lookout
ever watchful you see
for what lies ahead
is what’s meant to be

Look to tomorrow
unafraid to explore
push your limits
farther than the day before

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Life’s Journey

The journey along the rivers of life destines us toward many different shores. Along the way, choices must be made…the question at hand, this way or that? Much like the rivers that flow swiftly downstream, life glides along with ease. Then, there are those that flow against the norm making the way much more difficult. Often it is within those times of sadness and discomfort when we find renewed spirit, seek to aid those aging closest to us and face heartaches in order to experience joy.

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Voyages: Life Journeys

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From the moment of birth
Our true destiny is set
To travel life’s journeys
Overcoming fear and regret

One day may be somber
The next, glad instead
As each new path of life
Reaches far ahead

Voyages all through time
Touch varying walks of life
Those of understanding
As well as those of strife

From a desert oasis
To a sun-drenched island
Warm amazing adventures
Surround life like a garland

Flowers of the fields
Covering land like the dew
Could be choking weeds
Or blossoms fresh and new

Pages of life’s scrapbook
May be ragged and torn
Filled with worn images
Of the lost and forlorn

Could chapters be rewritten
Granting ways to understand?
The journeys across life’s paths
Reach out with a helping hand

©2013 catnipoflife Sharla Lee Shults ©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

“The journey between what you once were and who you are now becoming
is where the dance of life really takes place.”

—Barbara DeAngelis (Author, motivational speaker & TV personality. (n.d. to Present)

Related Articles:

Journey is more beautiful than the destination http://pallaksharma.wordpress.com/2013/03/09/jouney-is-more-beautiful-than-the-destination/
Life is a Journey http://shirleymaya.com/2013/06/24/life-is-a-journey/

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Effervescence

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Transparent tiny bubbles
Those lucent little pearls
Trickle and tickle the nose
Of giggling little girls

Soap bubbles, sparkling water
Sarsaparilla, root beer
Dispense tingling sensations
Any time of the year

A twist of the wrist
Releases a soda’s fizz
Hissing and spitting
All to the tune of “Gee whiz!”

Lovely bubbly champagne
The fizz everybody knows
Launches a warm feeling
All the way down to the toes

Unique, lively, bubbling
Essence of a sparkling escape
Incites genial conversation
Leaving no room for debate

The feel of fizzy fizz
Sometimes incessant
Describes life at its best—
Effervescent!

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Sharla Lee Shults

Effervescence—Aughey, John H. (Reverend, author, Civil War prisoner of war, 1828–1911)

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Last Hour of Daylight

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The last hour of daylight
Reflects the golden hour
Moments before twilight
Engulfs every flower

Squirrels no longer scamper
Searching for food to store
Birds rest in nearby brambles
Along Nature’s floor

Creatures of the night
Come out to eat and play
Such nocturnal partyers
Sleep through the light of day

  Along the horizon
Silhouettes claim the view
Floating as in limbo
Within the blackening hue

Somewhere in the distance
A soft whisper is heard
Sigh of contentment
The one and only word

Ah-h-h-h-h-h!

CatnipLogoSm©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

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Misty Morning Fog

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Early Morning 11/02/2013

Images appear subdued
Amidst the dense, pesky fog
Softly kissed by stratus clouds
Disturbed by a croaking frog

Figures in the far distance
Emit varying shadowy hues
A feel so melancholy
Reminiscent of ol’ country blues

The highest peak of a mountain
Enshrouded within the thick fog’s bed
Converges with the sky’s splendor
Striking patterns of gray overhead

Just a mere touch of fog
Steamy haze in view
Evokes mystical thoughts
Chilling through and through

Silhouettes against a blue sky’s backdrop
Endure nature’s transformation
Misty morning fog amid dawn’s glory
An object of fascination

From the sky to the terrain
Trickling rays of sunlight drift
Transparency emerges
As the fog slowly lifts

©2013 catnipoflife©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

—Carl Sandburg (U.S. biographer & poet, 1878–1967)

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