Saturday is Sharing Day

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Today, I am SHARING

Spirit Fire Review

 

Do you LIKE to read uplifting stories & poems?

Do you LIKE ee beautiful photos and art work?

 

If you said, YES,  then I have something nice to SHARE with you.

 

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Our mission is to show the goodness of God by sharing through the creative and literary arts our experiences of the Holy Spirit’s presence in our lives. We hope you will join us by reading, sharing, and submitting your own experiences and work to Spirit Fire Review”  Quote from Spirit Fire Review, April 2018.

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Red December

This frigid yet refreshing morning inspired me to write a poem. I wrote about a favorite COLOR

– RED –

And I wanted to describe my morning walk

in the darkness with my dogs.

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Red December

New-fallen snow glimmers in pre-dawn darkness

slender red barberries dangle from thin bare branches

I shuffle my feet, dig in to feel solid ground

near the place where my Father’s red roses

are surrounded by pillows of snow

slumbering safe in dark red December.

 

My heavy suede boots part the snow

It’s too early for the red cardinals

“Where do they go at night?”

A sharp wind makes me huddle deeper into my bright

red boucle’ jacket

while my two dogs search random trails

follow the long marks, meander downhill.

 

 

On a crisp day in mid-December

I desire red raspberry jam on warm toast

Linger by the tall pampas grass

weighted down to the ground with icy snow

I think of strawberry Sundays with whipped cream

I recall wearing Neiman Marcus Red lipstick and

dancing all night in

hot red stilettos and tight blue jeans.

 

 

We turn around – for the return home

the dogs circle in the frozen pachysandra patches

stiff, brown-green  shrunken leaves.

In memories I see my neighbor walking to her car

she wears a cranberry red hat, worsted red wool coat, flat, scarlet red shoes

carries a true-red leather handbag like the one I bought last Sunday.

 

I watched her from the upstairs window.

In her 80s, she revealed how to live a gallant life.

 

No cars pass us on the country road  this morning in red December

Where it is perpetual winter.

 

By Lynda McKinney lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

This is a FREE-FORM poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silver Cloud Dancers at the Andy Warhol Museum

Silver Cloud Dancers

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At the Andy Warhol Museum

Photo and poem by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2016

 

 

Silver clouds swirl & spin in circles

Inflated silence above her golden head. She

Levitates above the floor &  reaches for

Variable visions of mesmerizing cloud-pillows.

Eternally drifting in uncertain lifecycles

Round & square. Touch the floating orbs.

 

Cloud dancer stretches her slender hands

Longevity is unpredictable, uncertain

Out-of-the-box survival fluctuates

Determined by chemistry & chaos.

 

Dance your memories in silver clouds

Air and pure helium lift in rhythm

No one can calculate your journeys

Choreography of individual flights

Every Friday morning new clouds arrive

Repeat the process of new expectations

Some silver clouds will last for a week.

 

 

Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

This is an ACROSTIC POEM.

PHOTOGRAPHS by Lynda McKinney lambert, 2016.

 

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“Delaunay Yaromey dances among  the Silver Clouds at the Andy Warhol Museum.

Delaunay is the great-granddaughter of Lynda and Bob Lambert, Ellwood City, PA.  She is a freshman at Slippery Rock University of Pennsylvania.

 

Lynda’s  latest book will be coming out in late November.  “Walking by Inner Vision: Stories of Light and Dreams.”

 

 

 

 

 

http://blog.warhol.org/exhibitions/andy-warhols-silver-clouds-more-than-just-hot-air/

 

Special thanks to the Andy Warhol Museum for this amazing exhibition.

 

For more information on the Silver Clouds please go to:  Information on Silver Cloud display at the AWM.

 

 

 

 

Oh! March Arrived…like a Capricious Cat!

???????????????????????????????March arrived this year like a CAPRICIOUS CAT – or – is that a LION?

Do you live in an area of the country that experiences the cold days of winter? If you do, by the time March arrives you will probably hear people grumbling about “enough snow” and how “tired” they are of “shoveling it and driving in it?” I hear them speak of spring every day and it begins my mid-February and by this time in early March it becomes a tune that so many people are singing.

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Then, I wonder why they don’t understand that spring cannot come yet.

It’s not the  appointed time for Spring. It is still “late winter” time.  It is a rhythm that was set into place by the Creator when this universe was created by HIS hand. Yet, generations of humanity keep wishing for something different. Why?

Can we just take a moment to think about why people always long for things of the future? By doing that, we will  fail to take the time to appreciate the day we live in. We  are, in essence, wishing away the days of our life by not looking at the day we  have, today.  When we are  “future minded” we miss out on some of the precious  joys of life.  The only thing we know for sure is that we are HERE, TODAY.  If  we constantly look forward to another time, another season, another year, another job, another spouse, another home, another activity, another life, we never experience the DAY in which we are living right now.  Please consider this and don’t wish away your life. Appreciate and hold onto the special moments of today. Will you do that?

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English Standard Version – Psalm 118:24 says:
This is the day that the LORD has made;

let us rejoice and be glad in it.

I  share on this post  some photos I took in the past few weeks, in which the beauty of the season resonates.  When you learn to take the GIFT  of the DAY you have been given, you will find the beauty and peace that is here – TODAY!   ???????????????????????????????

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Take a walk outside today. No matter the weather. If it’s raining, take an umbrella. If it’s snowing, dress warm and put on your snow boots!  If it’s sunny, then bask in the warmth.

Use all your SENSES today.

Can you FEEL this day?

 Can you SEE this day?

 Can you HEAR this day?

 CAN you TOUCH this day?

Can you SMELL this day?

I think I will WRITE a POEM about this month, MARCH! I’ll post it in my next article.