Colors have Feelings too

written by

Jeannette Zink

March 27, 2016

The star mist colors rode across the lips of early morning dawn.  Their fragile wings were elegant in strength and polished by the promises of last moonlit night.  The rich tones of silence, measured by the volume of a whisper, greeted this mystic palette of golden treasures.  These brave and bold colors, gentle in appearance and dressed by the hues of gemstone and jewel, our heroes in this landscape of a pristine new day.

Their story, not yet cast but secure in merit, written with a pen dipped in the sweet magic of kindred spirits and forgiving souls.  We felt their essence and knew their depth by each brush stroke they spread with the radiance of grace assured to linger in the palm of each new day.

These star mist colors, feeling the language of our heart and the compassion of our desire, carry us to the edge of our better self.  The rest up to us to find the talisman that will rouse our creative heart and foster the charitable reasons for a life we choose to paint from the palette of each new day.

My kindred spirits… may the blessings and colors of your misty dawn bring you peace and joy each and every pristine new day.

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Morning Goodness

written by

Jeannette Zink

March 12, 2016

I am not a morning person.  There I’ve said it; the truth is now out there in the universe.  I wish I could tell you otherwise; but, the truth will set you free and that’s the truth!  However, if I were a morning person, just how would the wee hours of the morning look and feel to me… I wonder, not necessarily intent on finding the answer, but more of a pondering kind of exercise.  Might the hours take on a more poetic essence; the shower becoming a cleanser for the soul; the thinking more purifying; and, perhaps the perfect venue for washing yesterday’s regrets down the drain to make way for the freshness awaiting each shiny new penny of a day.

Morning Hour Poet

The early morning hours, woven between the fold of what-if moments and the dreamy mist of second chances, know the wait will soon be over.  The dawn readied to acquiesce the shiny penny of a new day.

Secure in the arms of aspiration; embraced by unlimited potential; these rays of belief sparkle in wonder and magic that greet the shiny penny of a new day.

Maybe the early morning hours will be my friend; succumbing to this benefactor of hope; yes, these hours of refresh may have earned their place of measured possibilities; the shiny penny of a new day.

Do not curse the early morning hours.  Their time is not a fault.  They are a gift given from the night sleep to prepare us for the shiny penny of a new day.

Will I ever find my peace with the early morning hours … maybe; the poet is forever the gentle observer of a cosmos that remains open to each shiny penny of a new day … even in its wee early morning hours.

Peaceful mornings … my dear kindred spirits.

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Spinning Wheels Stop

written by

Jeannette Zink

March 6, 2016

I’m going to disappoint you.  But you knew that already.  That’s how I would talk to myself a few years ago.  As if I were some predictable social misfit that no other outcome could possibly find its way into my sphere of promise. This casual exchange was just so cozy and comfy that the roomy space of acceptance had no competition.  My companion, Disappointment, knew my ever weakness and insecurity … we were BFFs.  Come, sit, let’s chitchat … me and myself.

Disappointment, good to see you.  You are the one thing I can always count on.  You’re like my Wheel of Hope gone spinning off its freaking rails—traveling a trail covered with the undergrowth of dead roots and rock hard mistakes. 

Good morning, BFF.  I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time for you to start clearing out a new path for yourself.  A nice, clean untangled path with none of your mess to be seen for miles. 

Maybe I will someday, Disappointment.  Maybe those old worn-out bad judgment spinning wheels of mine will do just that someday. 

See that opening over there.  Looks like a good place to start…start clearing out all that underbrush of missteps.  Clearing out stuff is good for the soul.

Where’re you headed this morning, Disappointment?

See that jagged trail over there with all the twists and turns, potholes, partially paved but mostly gravel and dirt road – that’s where I’m headed, that’s the trail I have whittled out for myself.  It took me a few years to clear that trail, but I finally got it so I could find my way from here to there.  It’s not perfect; but, it gets me to where I need to be. 

I’m not sure where I’m headed, never do really.

I know where you are headed, BFF.  I know all about those spinning wheels of yours.  I know exactly where they are going to take you.  I also know all too well about that messy clearing over there.

If you don’t mind me saying, BFF, you’ve got some hard executive-of-your-life decisions to make for yourself.  It’s like your very own boardroom of a defining moment.

What makes you such an expert, Disappointment?

Let’s just keep it simple, and say that my spinning wheels have seen a lot of mileage, and traveled many paths stocked with jeering detours.

BFF, I know first-hand the back-breaking hard work that it’s going to take to clear out that trail over there.  I know the buckets of disappointment that will overtake unspoken prayers … maybe this time things will be different.  I know the potholes that go unrepaired, the speed bumps; the hills and valleys that pluck each nerve of despair.

Then just when you think there can never be a day where a smile can kick through all the junk of yesterday-- there comes along this camel out of nowhere.  And, just like the strong hand of fate made of straw, the straw takes hold of that camel and pushes him here and there until finally the camel just tosses in the proverbial camel hair towel.  The camel shouts out … enough, damn fate, I don’t have to take this; I have had enough!  That’s when everything in your life takes on a renewal … that’s when you have the guts to stand up to yourself!  And, perhaps for the first time, you meet a better, stronger you.

But, Disappointment is my BFF.  I feel safe in my relationship with Disappointment.  I can count on my friend to be there for me through thick and thin.  I don’t want to disappoint my friend.    

The time has come, my friend, to face facts … you are going to disappoint and you will be disappointed.  You will see wonder and you will see despair.  You will trust and you will question.  But, a life worthy of your grandeur will welcome the friendships of confidence and courage as easily as once disappointment found its respected place inside the coziness of your weaker self.  Yes, I’m going to disappoint you ... but you knew that already.  Now, get up and move on!

Goodbye, Disappointment.  It’s finally my time … but you knew that already.

May courage and compassion comfort and strengthen our soul; disappointment and despair, the infrequent guest just dropping-off a life lesson ever so often. 

Peaceful journeys, my dear kindred spirits.

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