TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

Homefulness

Sheltered from the rain

our house in view

how lucky we

to have a home

a shelter

 blues harmonica

sheets of rain

storm

blurring October

but focusing on gratitude

for a home to go to

when the rain lets up

a shelter

our nest

an illusion of security

I’ll welcome

in my world of delusions.

This entry was posted on October 11, 2013 by . It was filed under Meditations, Mood Photographs, Music & Thoughts, Poetry, Videos and was tagged with , , , , , , , , .

12 responses

  1. Paul F. Lenzi

    a lovely thought – deluded or not – home means everything

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    October 11, 2013 at 2:14 PM

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  2. Caddo

    I’ve found I had to make my own home–delusion or illusion, the creative heart is very inventive. Just now, my wind chime is ever so gently blowing a soft intermittent melody of peace. Love your poem, Ellen–God bless you BIG, Caddo

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    October 11, 2013 at 4:24 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      I am sure you have made a very lovely home and the wind chimes sounds oh so beautiful. I can almost hear them. God bless YOU, dear Caddo, BIG!!

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      October 11, 2013 at 5:14 PM

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      • Caddo

        Thank you, dear heart–lovely is definitely in the eye of the beholder! I wouldn’t win any decorating awards (disability affords only the shabbiest of chic!!)–but it’s where I live and create, so it’s beautiful to me. If you were here I’d cut a big piece of fresh cake for you–pumpkin-apple-spice…yummmy!

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        October 11, 2013 at 5:17 PM

      • stockdalewolfe

        I am sure it lovely however you have fixed it up. Normally the cake would sound yummy but I have a migraine and am totally green with nausea. This is day 7 but who is counting. Thanks anyhow.

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        October 11, 2013 at 8:53 PM

      • Caddo

        Oh you poor dear, arrggh! 7 days of migraine–sounds like it’s “goin’ around”. I’ll just pray BIG for you, and not mention any more food items. Take it easy, rest up, darlin’.

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        October 11, 2013 at 10:07 PM

      • stockdalewolfe

        Thanks, Caddo, for your kindness!

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        October 12, 2013 at 11:24 AM

  3. arjun bagga

    an illusion of security
    I’ll welcome
    in my world of delusions – Ah…this is poetry at it’s best. Beautiful!!

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    October 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      Yes, it is good to have the illusion and delusion. Without it we are at sea, melancholy and fearsome. Perhaps though, we can only hang on to God. This poem, too, is partially influenced by your poetry. Bringing in sensation without having to explain it all. Love to you. xx ellen

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      October 14, 2013 at 12:43 PM

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  4. greenlightlady

    Ellen, as a lover of ‘home’ I felt you wrote for all those homebodies that eat, sleep, and breathe best at dear old home. Thank you for this cozy offering.

    Blessings ~ Wendy

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    October 15, 2013 at 11:00 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      Thank you so much– yes, for homebodies. BTW, I so admire your postings– prose and photos. Don’t always comment but always appreciate.

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      October 16, 2013 at 9:21 AM

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