Pig Frogs, Simple Living, Poets, Musicians and Artist

Did you know there is a species of frogs called Pig Frog? I did not know this. I have a new wrinkle on my brain now.

How cute is it when you’re driving down the road and see a cat sitting in a window sill?

Is there a better aroma than something baking in the oven. Perhaps a loaf of golden bread or ooey gooey brownies or the classic…chocolate chip cookies.

How much better do you sleep on freshly washed line dried linens? So much, right?

How magical does it feel to see a shooting star? Do you make a wish on the first star you see at night? Do you connect the stars to make pictures? Cosmic connect the dots.

Do you remember laying on the back or ground or floor looking up at the sky or the ceiling while listening to music daydreaming of the future? What did you dream about? Do you ever do that now? If you don’t then why not? And if you do, what do you dream about now?

Walking is more than exercise, isn’t it? I think its a connection to the earth and nature and almost spiritual especially when walking along a country lane in the evening sun. The day is done and its one of those in between times. In between day and night, here and now and later. A mystical magical time.

Have you ever wondered what furry friends are thinking?

Have you discovered what becomes of the missing socks? Last seen entering the dryer on Monday morning and haven’t been seen since. Unsolved mystery.

Have you ever sat down and really listened to your favorite song? Marveling over how they came up with those lyrics? Some may have been drug induced but still, just consider anything by Pink Floyd…we’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year or how about what really inspired the haunting Hotel California? And Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir….Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear

I love to be a poet, a song writer, a dreamer that could walk between worlds, between time and space and this and that. I would love to be a visionary prolific artist.

I’d like to dream with Dali and sit with Renoir in wildflower gardens. I would love to hug Van Gogh so he knew he had a friend for life or longer.

And I would love for you to stop by again tomorrow. Much Peace Love Art~

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