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Denver Haiku
A shrouded city
Slides a sleek cloud of tongues
Across its dwellers.
This lovely random heart was temporarily tattooed on a brick wall on 15th Street. It was gone by the next day, but it made me smile. Happy Feast of Saint Valentine.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Age does not protect you from love, but love, to some extent, protects you from age.” – Jeanne Moreau
Daily gratitudes:
MKL
Sherp
Birdsong
Packing
Snuggly cats
This is the week that the National Western Stock Show starts – parade on Thursday, and Opening Day on Saturday! So in honor of this Colorado tradition, I give to you, the contemplative longhorn.
Denver, Colorado
Quote of the Day: “Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.” — unknown
Daily gratitudes:
Moonshine
Peaceful dreams
Love
Sammy the Seal
Time with Kelsea
This happy little fellow was at last year’s Alpaca Show. It’s almost Stock Show time, and Kelsea and I are trying to decide if we want to go early and see the llamas and alpacas, or if we want to go later and see the hogs or goats. Or maybe we’ll just have to go twice.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the Day: “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.” – Meg Cabot
Daily gratitudes:
Random kisses from a mini-schnauzer on the shuttle
How dogs like to sit on top of each other in the front seat of cars
Skinny mocha
Kelsea’s poem
Jen, for introducing me to Anna Maria Island
This perfectly wonderful random thing was in the parking lot at Union Station, which is now a giant hole, as that classic property is being pillaged by the city. I am trusting that the City of Denver has enough integrity not to touch the interior of the building, which holds the memories of countless souls, including my grandfather, and MKL’s grandfather. Fortunately, I spent some time in the building taking pictures, which I will share with you at some point soon.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the Day: “Why are they called buildings when they’re already finished? Shouldn’t they be called builts?” – Steven Wright
Daily gratitudes:
Couples in love
The ridiculous number of pillows on my bed
Not having to scrape my truck windows this morning
A washing machine that works
Cobalt blue
My Razorback fleece union suit
Tattered In The Wind
In this realm of chessboards
and fresh books
smelling of coffee and minds
and neweness
Manythings can happen
And yet go unnoticed.
The man with the suede Irish cap
carefully packs away his metal ruler.
He moves quickly to ensure
that no one wonders what he has been measuring.
The homeless man shuffles out.
His panhandling this morning
ensured him a good cup
and a soft chair until noon
when the influx of people
begin to stare.
The well-dressed woman wearing sunglasses indoors
wavers,
leaning against a wall.
Wind rattles the old windows in their frames,
The ghosts of
dead unpublished authors
determined to break in.
My cold tea
grows warm.
The phone rings
and is never answered.
Time
Slips
Seductively
Past.
The voices come and go,
Timbre high,
Timbre low.
The windows squeak and bang
Author spirits wanting coffee
with a touch of fame.
A painter chews
on a sandwich and a book,
His split-kneed, splattered pants
Belying intellectual pursuits.
Flip-flops contradict pea coats.
An elderly man loses himself
in a magazine.
A woman has second thoughts
on a book about
Machu Picchu.
The painter gets the hiccups.
A bottle of Coke makes a break for it,
Rolling across the broad planks of the floor
Towards the old loading dock doors,
But is thwarted,
Captured,
And replaced upon the shelf
For some unsuspecting future customer.
Someone whistles the theme to ‘Gilligan’s Island’,
off-key and distractedly.
A black-leather clad woman
Sports a Starry Night water bottle.
The man in the pork-pie hat
and well-trimmed beard
casts suspicious glances
over his shoulders.
New people arrive
burbling about the wind
As departees
Bundle up
Chins down
Before exiting.
It goes on and on.
In and out.
Come and go.
Always with the wind,
Moaning, sighing,
In the background.
The bloom is still on the rose in the small garden in City Park. This picture reminded me of one of my favorite fairy tales when I was a child.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “In our most ordinary days we have moments of happiness, moments of comfort and enjoyment, moments of seeing something that pleased us, something that touched us, moments of contacting the tenderness of our hearts. We can take joy in that. I find that it’s essential during the day to actually note when I feel happiness or when something positive happens, and to begin to cherish those moments as precious. Gradually we can begin to cherish the preciousness of our whole life just as it
is, with its ups and downs, its failures and successes, its roughness and smoothness.” – Pema Chodron
Daily gratitudes:
The sound of the sea in conch shells
Fringe
My Kindle application
Snuggle cat
Fuji apples
Kelsea and I went to Pugs in the Park in City Park (Denver) today. Hundreds of pugs, a costume contest, and if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that Amanda of The Daily Puglet was there shooting with Nikon. (But I think she’s on the right coast.) This not-so-little guy was dressed as “a pirate, but he didn’t like his hat very much.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Wrinkles should only indicate where smiles have been.” – Mark Twain
Daily gratitudes:
Time with Kelsea
Drives with MKL
Beautiful skies
Roses
Rain
The blue moon – one definition of which is having two full moons in one calendar month – happens tonight, and won’t happen again until July 31, 2015. While I will be somewhere tonight watching the moon, I liked the warm-up show that it provided last night on Broadway near the Gothic Theatre.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” ~Buddha
Daily gratitudes:
My super-sparkly disco earrings
A full tank of gas
Giving hope and two dollars to a homeless man this morning
Road trip with Kelsea starting this afternoon
Music nights with MKL
It’s a little early or a little late for Christmas photos, but I was watching an Amtrak pull out heading east this morning, wishing I was on it. During the holidays, Union Station is lit up with a rainbow of lights. I hope that the construction project centered around this historic depot doesn’t prevent the lights from shining this year.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.” – Nicholas Sparks
Daly gratitudes:
MKL
Getting done with Job #2 early tonight
Smiles
Poetry
Tin cups
