The Nugget

It all started with a tiny little nugget, or maybe it was a seed. A small nuggling. A little dream. It started; yes, it did.

Then it blossomed into more. Blooming, unfolding, deliciously new. Something so small, grew and grew.

Now it is big enough to plant hundreds of seeds. Spreading far and wide for the world to believe.

Remember one thing, it maybe a nugget today, give it some time, nourish it, and soon it will be as large (maybe even bigger) than you could perceive.

Hang onto your dreams.

Love and blessings. 💕 Carrie ©2019

Happy, Happy.

Bumping along the winding road, Shawna cursed under her breath. Why did all of these places that requested her services have to be so far out! Why for once could she not go to an easy, simple, suburban neighborhood? Drat her boss for sending her down this bumpy road to what!

. . . . . .

The place sat between a forest and the ocean. Almost a secluded island if not for the narrow lane that lead off the property to town. Shear paradise. Solitude among nature.

Holden still could not believe his luck in finding this treasure. Yes, the house was a bit rustic when he bought it years ago, but now, after pouring over every inch of the place, it looked brand new. Simplistic and perfect. Secluded from the world, yet still close enough he could get take out from the local town.

He was content here. Comfortable. Which is precisely why the next events needed to happen.

. . . . . .

A red car came to a stop next to Holden’s truck causing him to look up from the chair he was sanding. A small, fiery, redhead poured out of the car in a billow of colorful skirts. Cocking his head to the side Holden tried to figure out just what he was witnessing. She turned and reached back inside the car. Pulling out a huge bundle of black balloons with two bright pink ones in the shape of a six and a zero.

. . . . .

Shawna paused briefly after pulling the balloons out. Long enough to remember her lines. She then marched forward to the figure standing on the porch of this gorgeous house. She did not expect this type of house after the bumpy lane. The sound of the surf could be heard as she drew near.

Clearing her throat, she asked for Holden Markus. The man in front of her said he was Holden. Momentarily confused, Shawna felt as if there was a mix up, but she went ahead with her delivery. Singing happy birthday while handing him the balloons.

Laughing heartily, Holden took the balloons. Shaking his head and wiping at his eyes, he said thank you. Noticing the woman’s slight confusion, Holden felt he should explain.

“Mark, my friend, is always pulling pranks like this. In fact, it’s not even my birthday. Not by a long shot!” He laughed.

Shawna spoke , “Let me guess. Your not sixty, either.”

“Not even close.”

She let out a short laugh and turned to go back to her car.

. . . . . .

Holden was still grinning as the red car disappeared into the trees. Leave it to Mark to send a balloon gram randomly.

Tunnel Vision

The car door slammed shut. Echoing across the empty park. He looked around wondering where everyone was. Shrugging at his thought, he walked toward the woods with the familiar path that he walked everyday at one o’clock in the afternoon. Staring straight ahead he did not see the small dog that was slowly walking toward him from the playground area.

He made it to the woods at the same time that the small dog made it to him. He walked, deep in thought. Not noticing that the dog was right beside him.

The dog glanced up at him, and cocked his head to the side. Thinking, “He must be really enamored with this girl if that is all he is thinking about, as he does not see me. Everybody sees me! Even when I want to go unnoticed. Like the day that Mr. Jones sat on the bench and I snuck up behind to sneak a piece of his sandwich. Gosh, he saw me, and was not too happy with me either.”

The man grunted then. Wondering why he suddenly was thinking of Mr. Jones and a sandwich. It must be all those late nights working on the story. 

He continued walking. Trying hard to figure out the next move his character in the story was going to make. He was at the part now where she was stuck in a precarious situation with a witness to the murder that she was investigating. He was uncertain how to get her out of the situation.

The dog, still following beside the man, wondered if he would ever be noticed. He let out a soft sigh. This was hard work. The girl the man was thinking about non-stop must be really special to have his attention so focused.

At that moment, the dog spotted a squirrel and could not help himself. He yelled out, “Squirrel! Beautiful, probably tasty, squirrel!”

The man startled at the barking of the dog. Snapping his attention to the present moment. He saw the dog looking ahead and slightly above. Spotting the squirrel in the tree, sprinting from branch to branch.

” He looks like he is busy today. ” The man commented to the dog.

The dog looked up at the man with utter excitement.

The man stopped walking and bent down to pat the top of the dogs head. Finally, the dog thought. You finally see me. Of course it took a squirrel to get your attention. Those squirrels always get attention. The dog smirked. Enjoying the company of the man now that he was noticed.

In petting the dog, the man noticed that there was no collar. He asked the dog if he had a home. To which the dog whimpered slightly. The man took it as a no, and on impulse asked if the dog would like to go home with the man.

One excited bark erupted from the dog.

The two turned and headed back to the car. Uncertain what lie ahead, but hopeful that friendship and companionship was part of their future together.

The Day the World Hit Me

Smack! Right in the middle of the forehead. The world hit me.

Proceeding to fall to my lap. I opened my eyes to find the squishy globe. They call them stress balls because we are so stressed these days we need a ball to relax. I still cannot see how a squishy ball can relieve stress, but then again maybe since the kids delight in tossing it around the yard, it very well is doing it’s job of relieving stress. Yet it is called a stress ball? Not a stress relieving ball.

“Mom!” They chorus. “Throw it back!”

I look up from the ball. Raise my hand and toss them the world. Hoping with everything that they catch it. Hoping with everything the world does not hit them square in the face. Knowing that this is not the first time the kids hit me with the world and opened my eyes. Kids have a way of doing that. Catching ones attention in the most direct and random way.

The youngest caught the ball, and the game of catch continued. Brothers tossing the world around. Laughing in delight whether one caught it or not.

Learning to Let Go

She stood in front of me. Hands clenched in tight fists at her side. Tears streaming down her face. Murmuring her pain. Frustration, pain, sadness, flowed out of her.

I knelt down to her level. Placing my hands on her fists. “It will be okay.” I quietly spoke to her. Explaining the best I could how if we let the tiny bird go it would be best for him.

” But…h.h.heee..just ssssttttarteddd to fly. “

“I know love. His flying is why we need to let him go. He will not thrive cooped up in a cage for the rest of his life. He needs to be free. “

She wiped at her face a little. Taking in giant, ragged breaths. She blinked a few times. Looking at the cage were the goldfinch sat patiently waiting for his release. Her blond hair blowing and sticking to her wet face was pushed away as her body came back to calm.

“You’re right. He needs to move on. We need to let him go. I am going to miss him.”

” as will I. “

She moved slowly toward the cage. Opened the door. Quietly, saying goodbye as she stepped away from the cage.

He eagerly leapt forward and took flight. Pausing briefly on a branch to look back at the girl. A quiet chirp, and off he flew. Free again to fly.

When A Star Falls

Spider asked the sky
What the stars see from up high.
"They see your dreams,
Your thoughts,
Your hopes.
They see it all.
Especially, what you love the most."

Spider asked, why stars fall.
Sky replied,
"Because they have seen it all.
Stars hold into all our dreams,
Our hopes,
Our fantasies.
Some stars get heavy with all the stuff
That some of us dream up.
The burdens, the grief
the pain, and misbelief.
These stars cannot hold onto it,
And simply, must release."

Spider sat quiet
On his shimmering web.
Saddened that our pain could
Fall a star. He said,

" Thank you, Sky. One more question.
What happens after they fall? "

"Well," said sky, " that is the magic of it all.
For once a star falls,
It is free again.
It has released all that burdens it,
It will shine again.
Differently this time,
Maybe not as bright.
In a new location,
As a new light.
It will shine this time,
Collecting all the dreams.
Holding tightly to the hopes.
Letting go of all it does not need. "

Spider smiled.
Looking up.
"Thank you, sky."
He said.
"That reply sounds exactly
Like building a new web."

Deepening Gratitude

She sat. Legs crossed. Eyes shut. Focused on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Until everything fades away, and stillness is found. Images flicker behind her eyes. To rapid to consciously process, but they are processed and remembered. In. Out. Breathing. Flashing images. Repeated. Washed with love. Deep in gratitude. Slowly returning to the present. Where the stillness will carry her through the day. Where the breath will be focused on. Where her gratitude will be deepened. Where life will flow and unfold in calmness, wonder, and delight. In stillness, deepening gratitude, she lives and breathes each day. Sending love to all along the way.