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The tale behind the Autumn tree

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Autumn is the season of many colours. Rust, orange, brown, yellow, green, bronze, maroon, grey and beige. Indeed, Fall has a unique charm of its own. Utterly stunning. Simply enchanting!

It’s as if from beneath the coloured leaves, wee fairies, elves and gnomes will suddenly pop up and add a magical sparkle to the already delightful season.

As the richly tinted leaves rustle about on the ground in windy weather, high above, the trees stand tall, strong and bare. All that is seen is a maze of naked, spindly branches.

Looking at it, I am forced to dwell on its strange similarity to the way our life is. True, life changes. Conditions and situations never remain the same. They change. And as life changes, so do our choices.

That maze of branches, each one going off in different directions, symbolises our various choices in life.

The bird knows exactly which branch to sit on. Wise. Good choice. Success!

In life, when I come to the crossroads, I hesitate, I pause; a little reluctant to make that choice.

Do I take the one most travelled on or the other, that’s less travelled on?

Yes, it is my choice. I do agree

But..

What is yours?

For..

that will make all the difference.

 

Maloquacious © 2017

2017 – Live every minute with love, grace and gratitude

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What a lovely start to the new year! Happy thoughts of health, joy and compassion. I am so grateful to welcome in another year to help me fulfil my oh-so many hopes, dreams and aspirations. Thank You!

Indeed, yes, a wonderful way to kick in 2017… Sparkle! Bloom!

As we celebrate, let us remember family, friends, strangers, children, babies – all citizens of the world, no matter where they reside, regardless of race, colour and creed. Extend a warm, loving handshake of peace and kindness. For we are all God’s children.

Send a prayer out to those who are battling inner demons…may they find the calmness they are searching for.

Pray for….

…strength for those struggling with health issues…may they discover comfort and ease.

…courage for youngsters who are troubled by peer pressure…may they gain the confidence to stand tall.

Amen.

Here, I would like to include my special thoughts … Being sent out to everyone…

May God embrace you with His love and mercy.

May you enjoy good health and success.

May happiness be yours.

May your dreams be realised,

And your hopes and wishes too.

May His light shine upon your home,

To keep you and your loved ones safe.

Amen.

‘Tis the time for reconciliation,

A warm embrace and forgiveness too.

Treasure old acquaintances,

Welcome warmly new friends.

Cherish memories of the past!

Enjoy new experiences.

Have fun and celebrate!

Life is like a tapestry of magnificence..

That is interwoven with precious family and friends.

Allow compassion for everyone, young and old alike

Be strong in sorrow and steadfast in trials,

Let not setbacks discourage, but rather stir up fierce determination.

Value health, it’s His greatest gift.

Breathe the air and be thankful;

Thankful for the sense of sight, smell, taste, touch

And listen to the sound of the Joy of Life!

Accept the challenges,

Shoulder new responsibilities.

Dare to be remarkable!

Dare to be positive!

And, above all… Dare to be good!

May 2017 be your best new year.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

Peace. Love. Light.

God bless.

Maloquacious © 2017

Me the bee – the Christmas bee!

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I am a bee, a busy bee, a Christmas bee, you see
I have too much to do, I am buzz-y, buzz-y, buzz-y.

Santa dear, one day, came to me, and asked for my help, you see
“The shopping list is far too long,” whined he, over a cuppa tea.

His face, a wee bit weary, into the chair, he slumped, so sad, dear me!
“Got too much to do; pressies to buy, then wrap to put under that tree.”

“Rudolph’s down with flu, two elves are sick in bed, oh woe is me!”
Oh my gosh, thought me the bee, was this a dream, a movie or some fantasy?

Come, come, dear man, this will not do; tut-tut, all this I cannot see
Now listen up, Santa, just you breathe, relax and quietly drink your tea.

The world awaits you; every kid with bated breath, agog to hug a pressie
Don’t let them down, please, Santa; I will do my part to help, said me the bee.

So, who helped with the wrapping, the packing; gifts to place beneath the Christmas tree?
Who bucked up Santa? Healed Rudolph and those sickly elves? Yes, me the bee!

Dear friends, so that’s the tale how I became a Christmas bee, the busy bee;
Now whene’er you hear the “Ho Ho Ho!”, thank me, the bee – buzz-y, buzzy, buzz-y!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

My “Happy Tree”

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Life is wonderful, indeed; ’tis fantastic fun;
Glorious, cheery blessings…yes, for everyone.

Indoor, my cup, O Lord, it runneth over
Gushing with Your loving grace and power.

So, there I go, outdoor, and in the garden
I plant my happy “Happy Tree” – Amen!

This tree I have, for all to see,
I call it mine, the “Happy Tree”.

And on its branches twining,
I hang my blessings swirling, twirling.

The love that dwells inside my heart,
I drape around the tree, to start.

Countless “thank You’s” from my mind
Around the boughs I gently wind.

Like bright, shiny tinsel strands
My eyes place rainbow beauty bands.

The good I hear, and wise advice,
I display with pride, my bumper prize.

I feel a feel, a blissful feel
About my tree, my “Happy Tree”.

Life’s all about love, light and joy,
Peace, contentment, for us to enjoy.

So, thank You, Lord, I wish to express..
Deep gratitude for all You bless!

Maloquacious © 2016

Signs of Your miracles!

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See the garden, green and lush, that freshly blooms;

Observe the red-bricked house and all its rooms;

Note the far off planet, strange, with rings and several moons;

Look! Happy, excited, giggly children, watching cartoons.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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Ah, heed the ocean, with its waves, eddies and tides;

The sprightly, little donkey and its fun-filled rides;

Smell the bakery goodies – its cakes, doughnuts and pies;

Listen to the chatter and natter of proud grooms ‘n’ blushing brides.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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Watch the bonny, bouncy, bubbly babes;

Catch those magical, wonderful, dainty snowflakes;

Oh! And, careful of gorillas, baboons, chimps and apes;

Sea creatures of odd sizes – Wow! A kaleidoscope of colours ‘n’ shapes.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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Embrace the loving protection of your dad – be enormously grateful;

Hug the caring devotion of your mum – be tremendously thankful;

Huddle up with the love and affection of sibling unity – be joyful;

For, yes, indeed, ’tis family that really matters – utterly delightful!

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

So…

Much obliged, we truly are, dear Lord, for all these rich Blessings,

You are Merciful, Gracious, Omnipotent, Forgiving and Kind;

Appreciative we are, for the life You have granted – with its endless lessons;

Prithee now, most earnestly, we humbly pray, to be good, content, compassionate and kind.

Amen.

 

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Dance on shattered glass, you must!

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Dance on shattered glass, you must!
Walk through those flames of fire.

Fly, you must, fly high as an eagle,
Dream, yes, your wildest dreams.

Think deep like the wisest scholars,
Smile, joyfully, your most beaming smile.

Eat cheesecake, aye, the pure white fantasy,
Walk tall, chin up, with head held high.

Run fast as the wind, free and unshackled,
Speak words of wisdom, purity and gentleness.

Observe with kindness, understanding and compassion,
Climb, you must, the peak of perfection and punctuality.

Waltz, tango, salsa through life,
Enjoy every moment.
Savour each experience,
Be grateful for adversities.

Hardships make you strong, wise and..
Sincerely grateful for all blessings, great and small.

Therefore, thank the good Lord, with all your heart,
He’s blessed you richly, and you must play your part;
Live well, with gratitude, humility and zestful fun,
Start today! For tomorrow is promised to no one.

 

 

Maloquacious © 2016

 

I feel so blessed, I must confess

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‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
The quiet, the serene.

Whispers of the breeze;
The buzz of bumblebees;
Rustle of the leaves;
The sunshine, ah, the peace!

I feel so blessed
I must confess
To realise I am no less
Than he, she and the rest.

I am His child, without a doubt
As are we all, just shout it out.
All are equal, there is no doubt,
Loved by Him, of us He’s proud.

So let me dream
Beneath the tree
Of the “good, kind me”
I intend to be.

Realisation?

… Aye!

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
His eternal love for me.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Birds! .. à la Hitchcock

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The day began as any normal weekend. Sun was shining, the palm trees swayed gently, and, as I looked out of the window, I smiled.

Why was I smiling?

Oh, for no special reason. I just felt happy and positive. Actually, to be honest, my yoga guru’s instructions were abuzz in my ear.

I was told.. Stay happy. Stay positive. Keep a strong mind. Be poised and remain calm. Breathe. Just breathe.

Mantras ruled my mind. Love and Light. Think Peace. Breathe.

So I did just that. I didn’t go berry picking. Nor did I go sheep shearing. I just breathed.

Inhale. Exhale. Relax.

THUD!” – Oh!!

Suddenly, my concentration – well, sort of, focus – was rudely interrupted.

I turned to look in the direction from where the sound came.

I saw that a bird had hit the window pane. Gosh, the noise scared me out of my wits; shocked me into shivers. Totally.

Huh. So much for my mantra – “be poised and calm” and “keep a strong mind”….duh. Sorry, yogi. No can do.

Anyhow.. I squished my nose delicate nose against the window, and with a Miss Marple-like air, I sought an answer. Why did the feathered little fella behave in such a bizarre manner? Pourquois?

But, alas, the mystery remained a mystery. Then, more sounds, most eerie, were heard. This time, the Hercules Poirot in me was intrigued. He I listened.

Many birds – crows – screeched to high heaven. The terrifying noise numbed my senses. Yet aroused my sense of curiosity. So, out I went.

Courageously, I strode into unexplored territory, where no man dared to tread. Nah. Just kidding. I actually went out into the back yard. Haha.

The outside hot air hit me in the face, as I stepped on to the paved pathway that led to the back of the house.

Why were the crows shrieking their silly little heads off? I wondered.

Caw! Caw! Caw! Their shrills echoed all around.

Bravely, I walked on.

With my brows furrowed, lips puckered, the imagination played helter-skelter in my mind. Deep in thought I was when, like a bolt out of the blue, someone (or some thing) viciously bashed me at the side of my head.

Stunned. Shocked. I let out a silent scream.

Boggled and bewildered, I was still trying to figure out what had happened when my head received another unceremonious bash. Oh!

Dazed. Confused. I stood there, stuck to the ground. Glued to the spot. Ashen-faced, dry mouthed and in utter shock.

Only when I heard the extreme upping of the tempo of bloodcurdling shrieks, did it dawn upon me that I was under attack. Yes! A vicious attack. The flying brigade was out to get me – how wicked! The crows. Birds! Aargh.

Needless to say, no Mr Hitchcock came to the rescue. Sacré bleu! Sigh. Mais oui, the poor pale-but-interesting, petite damsel in distress, had to fend for herself. Mon Dieu. Is chivalry dead?

But I digress. A million apologies, mesdames et messieurs.

Pronto, I did a sharp u-turn. Then, skedaddled. With a heart beating rapidly, palms, sweating profusely, and, yes, eyes, popping out in fear, I paused, for a split second, to quickly snap off a bit of twig – my weapon – to twirl above my head, so to ward off the enemy.

Yeah. Hatari! I’m armed to the teeth. Eat your heart out, Danny boy 007.

Good thinking, girl. You rock! So, I patted myself on the back.

Finally, I reached the door. Phew.

It was with utter relief that I entered the safety of the hallowed indoors.

My home sweet home. Ah. I leant against the door. So grateful.

Lesson learnt. Point taken.

No more sleuthing, old gal.

No more investigating, Mal.

…….. Because,

There are birds out there!
Birds, mummy, birds!
Changes are shifting outside,
Birds are behaving crazy.
There are monsters out there,
Uh-huh, monsters, crazy monsters.
No more “I love birds”, no way,
Changes are shifting outside.
Crows – birds, no more “I love you’s”
That is for sure!

With my kind regards (and thanks) to Annie Lennox. 😊

 

Maloquacious © 2015

My every bit of Paradise!

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O let me rest my weary self,

Beneath the gently swaying boughs;

I lay my head down ‘pon the ground,

Lost, my body aches to find that peace.

That elusive peace; the calmness; the serenity;

O thoughts, confused; jumbled; incoherent.

But, hush now, I hear the rustle of the leaves,

Or….wait! Ah, yes, ’tis an angel I sense.

Its wings whisper to me, restful, comforting words;

Thoughts of love and light embrace my very being..

O what ecstasy! The utter delight, the joy I feel,

Yes, this courtyard, this peaceful haven – my every bit of Paradise!

 

Maloquacious © 2015

 

 

I’d like to be..

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I’d like to be..

The rainbow in your cloud

The peace in your thoughts

The blossoms on your tree

The buds on your rose bushes

The whispers on your pillow

The feathers in your duvet

The diamonds in your tiara

The gold among your silver

The sheen of your shoes

The starch in your shirt

The fragrance of your perfume

The smile on your face

The reason for your happiness

The giggle in your laughter

The cause for your success

The positivity in your mind

The desire for your goodness

The example for your compassion

Lastly,

But not the least

I’d like to be…

The hope for all your tomorrows.

Therefore, live on, my precious children,

Be happy, healthy and content,

Fear not, stand tall, walk on,

For this, the legacy, I leave behind

Is yours, alone, to keep;

And in your prayers,

I’d like to be..

Always.

And,

Forever.

Maloquacious © 2015