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This One Is For Leslee; The Silk Ribbons of Friendship

Fall = Pumpkins and Corn=Leslee Phall Photo 2013

Fall = Pumpkins and Corn and…
Phall Photo 2013

Fall’s magic and joy

shines from her heart to her eyes

corn stalks and pumpkins

Of all the people on this planet that I know, no one brings the magic and joy of each holiday to life, as Leslee does. Halloween and Christmas are her yearly pedestal projects, but oh, her Valentine and birthday creations are also grand. She beckons the inner child from anyone in her orbit, and sings the fairies from their hiding places.

Sadly, Leslee has been out of my orbit for too many years. She’s getting closer though, and once I knew that she was back in…I began to feel a girlish giggle and a fairy’s impish grin emerge from somewhere deep within. They swim up through the pain and loss that I have experienced in her absence. What wonders will now be unleashed?

Within about 18 months, 25 years ago, I met four incredibly strong and supportive women. Leslee was one of them. The other three, Gwen, Vickie and Roxanne, each have special ribbons that bond us together. If I had to pick one word for the ribbon that connects me to each, it would be humor for Gwen, strength for Vickie, and spirit for Roxanne. Of course, they are all a mixture of those, and many other beautiful silk ribbons.

This writing inspires me to remind us all to write a love/friendship letter to those that we share that special ribbon with. Have I ever told Gwen how much her laughter means to me, or Vickie, how her steadfast strength has always helped keep my feet on the ground, or Roxanne, how her gentle spirit soothes me like a babe in arms? And Leslee, how the fairies welcome me into their circle when she is in my life? She sets my imagination free.

Peace,

Patti


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Beach Bird Bliss

This day, oh, this day…

shoved joy and gratitude in my face,

then tossed in beauty and just a touch of grace.

Piping Plover

A Piping Plover set my sorrows by the side,

nabbing morsels when it could,

then racing from the tide.

Junior Eagle

Junior Eagle perched proudly on his driftwood post,

with wind-blown feathers and orange socks,

landing there to remind me just what matters most.

Caspian Terns and Gulls Dance

Caspian Terns show grace is close at hand;

trading secrets with the poor plain seagull,

they hold potlucks and dances on the sand.

Crow fled the scene

The wind picked up and the sky began to grey,

dry sand raced across the beach,

then beautiful Crow and I fled the scene, calling it a day.

This day, oh, this day…

shoved joy and gratitude in my face,

then tossed in beauty and just  a touch of grace.

Patti Hall

I took these pics yesterday on Bonge Beach & wrote the poem last night.

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