The Sunshine Factor

where sunshine is a way of life


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Where the Rabbits Go

English: Eastern Cottontail

English: Eastern Cottontail (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Blue Spruce. Tree.

Blue Spruce. Tree. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On my early walk the other day, a rabbit far ahead of me ran from the bushes to the lawn across the street. The house was on a beautiful corner lot that afforded the little bunny much protection.

As I neared the corner, my footsteps slowed down so I wouldn’t scare the bunny. As rabbits do, he posed, frozen. Once I went past the corner, however, I did call out to him softly: “here, bunny, bunny”. That is when the bunny decided he’d better take cover. He disappeared under the magnificently big blue spruce tree where I couldn’t see him anymore. I imagine all his brothers and sisters could fit under the one tree!

With a switch of his white cotton tail, he was off again, this time in the direction from where he came.

My dear Mr./Miss Cottontail¬†is one example of beauty that can’t be touched. ūüôā


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NaPoWriMo #13

Richard Warren, among 10 passengers in the lan...

Richard Warren, among 10 passengers in the landing party, when the Mayflower arrived at Cape Cod, November 11, 1620 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

PILGRIM

The people coming over on the Mayflower

were a brave people

guided by their faith and aspirations.

They chose a road little traveled

because it would lead to a goal ~

freedom and life.

In America, they learned new ways

and built community amongst themselves.

 

I am here now

as a modern-day pilgrim.

My course is set

and my faith is ready to lead the way.

There are obstacles to overcome

but this is just part of life.

A whole new world awaits me

though the path may get rough.

I forge ahead,

knowing that trials and learning experiences

will build my character,

and with pain comes beauty out of ashes.

 

I am — a pilgrim.


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NaPoWriMo #6

THE RESPONSE FROM AN EATING DISORDERED PERSON

 

Eating Disorder, Ed,

let go of your hooks in me.

Your thinking is strange and perverted

Making me wonder how I ever listened to you.

It was difficult as a child

not to listen to you

since your comfort was there

anytime I needed it.

Much later, sure it was fun

weight lifting and doing cardio

till I was buff and “hot”,

but it was an empty victory.

I had worked on my physical self

and didn’t even know about my insides.

 

Now I know

there is more to life than physical looks.

It is inner beauty I am aiming for instead.

I am embracing health and good practices

not to reach a deadline or number on the scale,

but to enjoy and last for a lifetime.

I am gathering some of what you stole from me

as my eating disorder program providers

tell me I’m doing great.

Food does not take me to Nirvana,

but it is simply fuel for my body.

 

You asked me why I’m not on a diet.

I am not into quick fixes,

and the scale is a hideous way to measure success.

That’s how you survive, Ed,

by having people search for quick fixes.

Well, Ed Monster,

I am through with you.

I’m choosing life today,

a physical, emotional, mental way to live well

and a life everlasting.

Go to hell, Ed!

 


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In My House

There are common themes that run through my house:

they would be books and flowers.

The books are in bookcases, on desks and countertops and more,

silently begging to be picked up and read.

The flowers are everywhere too,

in artwork and silk arrangements

and in one very large, live poinsettia still in all her red glory.

What connection do these two themes have?

Appreciation of beauty.

The books contain words that come alive

with imagination and feelings and gusto,

promoting beauty of the spoken and written language.

The flowers are of many colors,

just like nature who is also beautiful.

They recall other seasons and the beauty therein.

I am glad to be in such a beautiful, loving, appreciative space

Flowers are common subjects of still life pain...

Flowers are common subjects of still life paintings, such as this one by Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


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After Sunrise

English: Sunrise through morning mist

I woke up without the alarm

and sat down at my computer in the study.

Outside my window,

everything had taken on a pinkish hue.

Even the grass looked different.

There, behind the barren trees

wide streaks of pink next to wide streaks of blue

laced their way across the morning sky.

Now and then as I’ve been writing,

dogs and their owners have walked past and gotten exercise

on the sidewalk below.

Morning has broken

and reminds me that -yay- here is another great day!

It is a precious gift

to be up this early and not miss out on the beauty

all around me.


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Wildflower

English: Wildflowers, Nisqually National Wildl...

English: Wildflowers, Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge, Washington, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She is like the wildflowers that grow

in sunshine, rain and heavy snows.

She worries not about what she will wear,

With God on her side, she has no care.

 

She delights all who see her,

she even makes them smile.

She is beauty in the midst of the starkness

and lack of color.

 

She is gentle and delicate

and unseen by others,

but she was created by God

and this is her great legacy.

 

_____

 


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Three-Part Poem: Part III

The Parting of Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinever...

The Parting of Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere (1874) albumen print 34.8 x 28.6 cm. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Sunrise in the Highlands”

III.  Edward and Guinevere

Oh my! Edward said

when he spotted a human being

on the hillside toward the east.

She had raised her arms to the sky

and the sunlight naturally

shone through her cotton dress.

Edward ran to where she was.

Oh no!  Guinevere grimaced.

I was counting on being alone

out here in this beauty.

“May I help you?”¬† Guinevere asked.

Always with an attitude of servitude,

she looked up into his face

and squinted her eyes

because by now, the sun was fully risen.

Edward stammered, “Uh – yes.¬† I am

looking for someone.”

Normally suave and well spoken,

all of a sudden he was rendered

stupid-sounding and unsure of himself.

This lass had the most remarkable eyes

he ever saw.

They were so liquid and bright,

deeply set into that porcelain skin

with a beautiful smile.

And that hair!!¬† It’s blonde, but it’s beautiful!

Must be a foreigner,

he thought.

Guinevere once again sat down on the hill.

“The next village is down there,” Guinevere pointed,

“and it will take you about half hour to get there.”

She was taken aback by this handsome man.

Probably a prince, she thought to herself.

“Thank you,” said Edward, now breathing more steadily.

“Actually, I came to meet you.”

“Do not tease me, please,” begged Guinevere.

“I am outcast by my family and community

and have heard enough jokes about me

to last a lifetime.”

“Well, dear lady,” Edward went on to explain.

“I think I’m the joke here.

All my life I thought I had to marry someone

within my own ranks and status.

I thought I wanted a Scottish princess

with hair of red or brunette,

But all that is not important now.

I’ve been looking for the wrong person

all my life.  The joke is on me

because I assumed everything would be as I’d planned.”

Guinevere blushed and responded,

“I see now you are honest and sincere,

and I admit that I too made assumptions.

I thought a man of your looks

would never talk to someone like me.”

“Oh, do you mean a beauty with flaxen hair?”

“Yes, and also¬†someone who is a common sheepwoman.”

Guinevere said this with quaking breath

because she could not quite believe this was all real.

“It turns out, my fair one,” Edward explained,

“that rank and status mean nothing to me anymore.

Only matters of the heart.”

Edward and Guinevere then joined hands

and walked down the hill together

toward the sheep and toward Tiree.

The sun shone even brighter then

and vowed to keep watch

over these two joined lives.

~ THE END ~

 

 


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Three-Part Poem: Part I

highlands

highlands (Photo credit: twicepix)

London Sheep!

“Sunrise in the Highlands”

I.  Guinevere

Sunrise on the backdrop of the Highlands,

how beautiful a place and time,

mellow and calm.

A young lady sits on a hill

watching her beloved sheep graze.

“Guinevere” is the young lass

with curly, blonde hair

who didn’t attract the attention of others.

Her hair color in a sea of redhead

and brunette Scots made her ostracized.

She was glad of this, however,

because spending time outside

with her sheep

was the most important thing to her.

Sunrise brought her excitement

and peace each morning.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips

as she did think about her future.

Would anyone ever care for her,

a common, plain sheepwoman?

The sun rose steadily amongst the clouds

and gifted the hills with a pink hue.

How beautiful, Guinevere said,

As she jumped up to her feet

and raised her arms to the sky.


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Rules You SHOULD Break

Shandi-lee XXX {contentment}

Shandi-lee XXX {contentment} (Photo credit: Shandi-lee)

Being a writer, as some of you know, gives one an opportunity to examine their beliefs, attitudes and actions – so much goes on in a person’s¬†internal world – do you agree?

I laughed at myself again¬†last week, when it became “crucial” for me to get to my hair salon, the sooner the better.¬† ¬†I wanted to get my hair trimmed and colored to kind of practice for the wedding.¬† Now this may not seem like a big deal, but to me it was – because of the previous rule I had made for myself.¬† “After cancer recovery, I am not going to color my hair.¬† I don’t want any more chemicals on my skin or being absorbed by¬†my body – chemotherapy was enough, thank you very much!¬† No matter how¬†my hair¬†looks when it grows back, that’s how it’s going to stay.”….

I was born a towhead (almost-white blonde – just like picture above),¬†and even as I got older, my hair was pretty light brown with natural highlights.¬† After cancer, it came back very dark blonde (but not yet brunette).¬† I didn’t think it looked so terrible, I was just glad to have hair again, but a lot of people said “But it’s so dark!”

Lately I’ve been learning that even if you set goals or ideals for yourself, it doesn’t mean you have to stick with them forever.¬† You can just readjust and have new ideals – not a bad thing unless it’s against the law or hurts yourself or others…so, I applied that to this hair thing.¬† Normally I work on developing my inner self and don’t panic about what’s on the outside, but I’m so glad I changed my mind about my hair.¬† It looks almost identical to what I had as a child, and I guess it does¬†keep me looking younger than my years.

So guys – okay, so enough about all this hair talk.¬† I can’t believe I found so much to say on the topic!¬† But the moral here can apply to guys too – one can always change their mind.¬† Most rules that are unspoken or made up by a person are ones that aren’t always appropriate.

“Never say never” comes to mind.¬† It’s true, it’s good to keep one’s self open to possibilities, but in a case where it’s for your safety that you say “never again”, it’s best to stick with that.

“Give away any clothes that you have not worn for an entire year.¬† Do not keep things that are out of style or do not fit.”¬†¬† I can think of an exception:¬† what about the widow who feels like hanging onto her deceased hubby’s sweatshirt because she feels comforted when she wears it?¬† Does it have an automatic timeline feature where the sweatshirt will self-destruct if kept for a year without use??!!¬† Really?

I still cringe when I overhear people saying words to the effect of, “I don’t know why she just doesn’t get over him.¬† I mean, he’s been dead for a year now.¬† A year is long enough for someone to grieve.”¬†¬†¬† By whose calendar?¬† Wait till that person has to grieve, then they will find out that there is no timeline for grief.¬† The time periods for going through grief are as individual as people.¬† Folks need to take as much time as they need; this is part of nature.¬† It’s for their benefit that they don’t rush the grieving process.¬† They need patience and understanding from others at times like this.¬† I can remember after my sister died, it was more than a year later and every once in awhile I’d get a quick sensation of loss.¬† Those sensations would come out of nowhere, and often when I was driving my car!

I will close for now with a thought I’d like to leave you with:¬† don’t let anyone bully you into keeping their plans for your life, don’t be hard on yourself or others, and don’t be afraid of change.¬† It’s what makes the world keep going around…¬†¬† ūüôā


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Isn’t She Beautiful?

This little girl stands for what I write about

Hello –

I’d like to introduce you to a little friend of mine.¬† She is pictured on this post today because I believe she shows what one of the¬†purposes of this blog is – sunshine, positivity, and encouragement.

I also thought I’d mention what I see in her picture at the top.

The sunshine lightly caresses her arm and hand and alights on her head.

The missing-teeth smile promotes a sense of well-being and a “yes, I can do this” attitude.

This little girl’s charm shows she’s up for anything with her cheerfulness.

This is encouragement at its finest on a sweet child’s face.

May we all have a bit of her joy and encouragement today!