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

Sometimes something unusual, yet fascinating comes your way. Thanks goes to Bruce Dodson for sharing this on his blog today. Hope you enjoy!

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Kaleidoscope Dreamer from Aaron Warner on Vimeo.
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“It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses – that’s what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that’s all that really mattered.”  Waking Life

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Relish the Charms of the Present

Is there really any need to say more?

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Awakenings: A Bit of Cookie History

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Cookies ~ a treat for any age but how did they get started, how did the ‘cookie’ get its name? Did you know the ‘cookie’ actually goes back to the 7th century? Now, that’s a long way back, folks!

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Remembering ~ My Hand in Yours, Your Hand in Mine

Every once in awhile I compile a post to that is befitting to both Awakenings and catnipoflife. Today was such a day. As I worked on the posting Looking Ahead: National Teddy Bear Day for Awakenings, it occurred to me while I feature Echoes on catnipoflife, perhaps I should start featuring Remembering on her sister site. The genre of both books is poetry. While the first presents echoes of love, life and the past, the second connects the past to the present through remembrances and personal reflection.

National-Teddy-Bear-Day

Looking ahead to American Teddy Bear Day, which occurs on November 14, 2012, the poem Teddy Bear Hugs immediately came to mind. Below is an adapted version of the poem that was published in my book Remembering, My Hand in Yours, Your Hand in Mine. The premise behind this book is to allow you (the reader) to peer into the past and make personal connections. Journal pages are introduced intermittently throughout the book affording the opportunity for reflecting on your life, recalling special moments and recording thoughts to direct your energies toward tomorrow.

In this book, the reader also becomes a writer!

What a great keepsake to pass down to a son, daughter, nephew, neice, cousin – not only for reading the words of the author but for reading in a loved one’s own handwriting that personal connection as he or she peers into the past.

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Teddy Bear Hugs

there is something magical
in the hugs of a teddy bear
hugging and getting hugged
have a special place anywhere

in times of just not feeling good
moods can suddenly be shifted
bear hugs somehow understand
so spirits are quickly lifted

darkness acquires a new light
when tucked in bed all cozy and snug
dreams and memories are awakened
as sleep begins with a teddy bear hug

cuddled in secure arms, soft and warm
evocative tranquil moments occur
the teddy bear hug is never forsaken
even amidst worn-out spots or frazzled fur

loved by everyone, child and adult
the teddy bear travels anywhere wanted
the more hugs given, the more received
with comfort never ever being daunted

©2009
Sharla Lee Shults

“When a hug comes your way, cherish the moment and then give it away.” ~SLS
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Well said: “It seemed everybody knew someone who knew someone there. It affected the world. We all became New Yorkers on that day.”

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I lived in New York City from 1994 to 1999. It is a city unlike any other because everything is larger than life. The buildings there are so tall that most streets remain in shadow much of the day because the sun simply can’t reach them. Looking up and down the avenues you see nothing but a thin strip of blue sky between two rows of dark skyscrapers lined up on both sides of the street, one after another, until they disappear into the horizon. The company I worked for was located in a small to medium-sized building by New York standards. My department was on the nineteenth floor of a twenty-one story building – just a third of the size of some other New York buildings.

 

I’d always put off seeing the sights when I lived in New York, always thinking I’d get to it some other day. I was…

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This Day in History: 9/11/2001

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“The attacks of September 11 were intended to break our spirit. Instead we have emerged stronger and more unified… We are more determined than ever to live our lives in freedom.”

—Mayor Rudolph “Rudy” Giuliani, New York City (in office 1994–2001)
Click HERE to visit Awakenings for poems commemorating 9/11. . .
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Sunday Savorings

I had not planned on posting any catnip today but in cleaning out some clutter on my computer desktop, I happened across a document where I had saved some links for future reference. I have probably opened this document hundreds of times but just had not reflected back on the words or why they had been saved.

Warm wishes and hugs to everyone on this blessed Sunday! Take five, kick back, put your feet up, watch the video and become enraptured in the beautiful music. . .

Do you recognize the artist of the music?

What are your reflections on the butterfly? Any special moments?

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Inspiration from Bubbles?

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Remember blowing bubbles. . .blowing bubbles as a kid or like a kid as you grew older? Summer wasn’t summer without the chance to blow bubbles. . .an experience unbeatable at the time, totally priceless.

Watching bubbles became somewhat invigorating as each floated effortlessly through the air disappating slowly ’til no more. BUT, wait! That was not all to the view: there was always a rainbow show!

With the performance of the tiny bubbles sometimes one bubble would stike another knocking it out of its way as it continued to soar onward and outward. Sometimes one bubble clinged to another bubble as though locked in time and space. Then, of course, there would always be this one bubble that became so big it appeared to have swallowed others whole! That was the one sought after the most as you looked toward the sky and blew and blew and blew.

Thanks again, to my friend, Don in Massachusetts, this memory was recently challenged by the largest bubble I have ever seen.

Have you ever seen one this BIG-G-G-G-G?

What are your memories of blowing bubbles?

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Impromptu

Upon looking out the window this morning onto the frontyard, I was captivated by the beauty of the yellow hybiscus. When first purchased, it was such a tiny little plant and has struggled since day one to survive. At one point, I just knew it was not going to make it but I continued to nourish it daily giving it ‘soothing talks’ on my morning rounds. Okay! Stop laughing!

In a 1986 interview, England’s Prince Charles discussed his gardening habits, commenting “I just come and talk to the plants, really. Very important to talk to them; they respond.”

The theory that plants benefit from human conversation dates to 1848, when German professor Gustav Fechner published the book Nanna (Soul-life of Plants). The idea is a popular one, and has spawned several more books and even an album—recorded in 1970 by an enterprising dentist—titled “Music to Grow Plants By.” But will crooning compliments to your ficus really have any effect on its growth? Read MORE. . .

Dew on Hybiscus
(In my frontyard)

Of course, along with sharing catnip’s morning observation must come some attempt at adding a touch of poetic finesse. . .

loveliness in flowers
 gilds the lawn
 sparkling is the dew
 morning does spawn

each droplet a shard
 evoking broken glass
 transparent, not cutting
 together en masse

with a close sniff
 comes a tickle of the nose
 to be ne’er as redolent
 as that of the red, red rose

©2012
catnipoflife

Do you croon compliments to your ficus or flowering plants? What are your favorite ‘tunes’?

Penny for your thoughts?

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This is so unique and adds something special to nothing.

It highlights nothingness within a place where nothing exists and

transforms it into something.

Brilliant!

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