something to think about

Silence is something more than just a pause; it is that enchanted place where space is cleared and time is stayed and the horizon itself expands

—

Pico Ayer

Some Saturday musings

to move,

to breathe,

to fly, 

to inspire.......

source unknown

"It's life.

You don't figure it out.

You just climb up on 

the beast and ride."

Rebecca Wells

yeah

write it. shoot it.

publish it. crochet it,

saute it, whatever,

make.

Joss Whedon

My Dark and Dreary

Have I told you

how much I love

a day

that's dark

and dreary

No sun

to burn

or leave me

parched

like fallen leaves

ready to crumble

into bits

and blow across 

the desert 

like tumbleweed

no direction

My dark and dreary

brings 

a huge crack of thunder

and 

soon

it is teeming

with raindrops 

that

quench 

even the driest 

of crumbled

and windblown

souls

Have I told you

how much I love 

a dark and dreary 

day like today.

Suzanne McCann

The Blackberry and the Little Seed Faerie

Once there was a blackberry who grew on a blackberry bush at the edge of a pathway that lead to a meadow. He was unlike any other blackberry around. This blackberry dreamed of leaving

 his long thorny branch and exploring the world around him. 

All his berry brothers and sisters thought he was crazy. “You are not

meant to be running around seeing the world. You should be looking to the sun 

and letting it’s warmth change you from hard and green to a luscious juicy blackberry.” “You want someone to come and see your deliciousness, pick you and eat you.” 

He ignored them all and stayed slightly hidden behind some leaves. He wanted

to delay his change as long as he could.

On the other side of the meadow, a little seed faerie was floating around looking for a great place to land and make a home. She wanted to grow into a tall strong beautiful 

flower who would have her own seed faerie children. They would grow up, 

catch a gust of wind and float away to find homes of their own. She could already 

see her children becoming tall strong beautiful flowers with little seed faerie children

of their own.

As she was floating along, she spied a big green bush of blackberries. The berries

were still green and small. As she drifted by one of the berries peeked out and smiled at her. She floated over to where he was and landed on a leaf beside him. He immediately 

asked her “What is it like to be so free? I am stuck here on this branch on this bush 

for my whole lifetime. All I see are the humans and animals going back and forth, 

back and forth. It must be so wonderful to float around like you do seeing everything.”  The little faerie seed thought for a minute. “This is what my life 

is...floating around to find a lovely place to call my home so I can become 

a tall strong beautiful flower who will have children that float away and make

there own homes. I cannot say what it is like to be free because this is who I am.” 

The little blackberry frowned slightly. “Haven’t you ever wanted to do or be 

something else? I dream of being able to get off this branch maybe for a day, or even

an hour, just to see what else is out there.”  The little blackberry’s brothers and sisters

scowled at him.They whined,  “He goes on and on. Where is that guy going? Look at the little girl skipping down the path with her little brother.

 What is that song they are singing?

Wouldn’t it be lovely to skip down the path with them? All day long. He is driving

us crazy. You would think that becoming a beautiful lush ripe blackberry for someone

to enjoy would be enough, but not him. He will learn though, this is our life and he

should be happy with it.”

The little seed faerie looked sadly at the little blackberry. Suddenly she smiled.

 “You know what? I have some time

before I need to have a home picked out. I could float around and see what is going

on and come back and tell you stories about what I see. Would that make you 

feel a little more free? A little more happy?”

The blackberry smiled a huge smile. “If I can’t grow wings and float around with you

I guess you coming back here to tell me wonderful stories of all the adventures that

you see would make me happier.”

The little seed faerie agreed.

“I will be back tomorrow. I promise.” And the little seed faerie floated away.

True to her word the little seed faerie returned every day and reported on grand and 

fantastical adventures of the world around them. At first she couldn’t understand

why these stories meant so much to the little blackberry but as the days went past

her excitement grew. She realized that she had come to love the little blackberry.

This made her sad because she knew that one day soon she would have to leave

him on his branch and find herself a home. 

The little blackberry was becoming very handsome and had turned a beautiful shade of red. Next he would change to a shade of really dark purple and than he would be ready to eat. Some of his brothers and sisters had already 

started to turn and were being eaten by humans and birds. This panicked the

little blackberry because he didn’t want to be eaten. He had fallen in love with

the little seed faerie. He hid as best as he could by staying as far under a leaf as he  possibly could. 

A few days later, as the seed faerie was floating over to her little blackberry, she saw a 

human reach in and pluck a berry of the branch next his. She was very upset when she

landed on leaf next to the little blackberry. “What will I do when you are taken from me?

I have come to love you and don’t want us to be apart ever.” She leaned over and rested her head on his. She felt him move. “You have become so beautiful and ripe that you are almost falling off your branch.” 

And then it came to her. “I could take you off this branch myself and carry you away 

with me. We could be together forever.” The blackberry was ecstatic. “Yes” he said.

The little seed faerie did just that. She nudged and nudged and he came loose.

She was able to carry him a safe distance away. 

It was a wonderful place at the edge of the meadow away from the path.  They settled there and they both took root and prepared for winter. When spring came the next year they grew together

tall and strong and both had children. They told all their children the story of how they met and how they had made their dream of being together forever come true. As the 

years passed they watched their children grow and have grandchildren, than great grandchildren and on and on. Every year on their anniversary they would remember the story of how they met. 

They continue to live on at the edge of a meadow somewhere to this day.

The End.
thanks, Suzanne

this story belongs to my imagination. not to be used without my permission

this Bill Murray thing looks like its going to be awesome

Underland

Alice

How long is Forever?

White Rabbit

Sometimes, just one second.

To be or not to be, what was the question?

I dreamed I was a fish

swimming through the river

that flowed down into the ocean

where I became a whale

and continued out and beyond

to the end of the ocean.

I walked out of the water,

jumped up into the air

and flew above the mountains

soaring and floating

carefree, happy, yet

still looking for something

or someone

never really sure

but there is a tiny corner

of my soul that is

ever so often

looking, watching, waiting,

for something

or someone to

inspire, motivate, calm, fill

its emptiness.

Suzanne

A-vo-ca-do

I have been trying to like avocados. 

Why? They are supposedly very healthy for you. 

I find them mostly tasteless and a sketchy texture.

I have a texture gag reflex.

This weekend I decided to give them another  try.

Saturday - I bought one.

Checked online for some recipes. The most appetizing to me

was a grilled sandwich. Soooooo, I dusted off my sandwich griller and 

proceeded with the sandwich.

Bread, butter(outside), bacon, tomato, avocado, apple, cheese.

It was definitely missing something. I dipped it in dijon mustard for flavour.

Disappointment.

Sunday - Decided to step up the flavour component.

Bread, butter(outside), peanut butter (inside), bacon, tomato, avocado, mayo, cheese.

Definitely better, but I am still not sold on the Avocado.

But, I am ok with that.

Have a great week,

Suzanne

Under, The Inevitable End

4th installment

written by my anonymous sister friend

lt is you, isn't it?, lt asked.
l tried to think of a reply because l had an idea what it meant.
You are the one who screams and freaks out and leaps about
and then......then.....', with that it shuddered, and couldn't finish.
l looked behind it at thousands of eyes all staring at me.
'well, um....wait a minute!' the spider jumped back as l stepped forward.
'How come l can talk to you?' l asked.
'l know l've changed but really, l could never talk to you before'
'Everybody speaks the same language here.' it said
Cool.' l said. 'Yes l must admit, that l am she. l do all that
and more.' l started pacing back and forth thinking. Suddenly
l realize it could answer MY questions. 'Why', l asked, 'why do you spiders torment me? Why, when you know what l do? You know l dislike you?' l was really warming up now. 'l shudder and shriek and still you enter. l stamp, l jump and still you come. l flatten and squash, you will not leave me alone. WHY? WHY? WHY?' l drew a deep breath. 'lf you left me alone, l'd leave you alone.'
'Then remove the welcome sign' said the spider.
'What welcome sign?' l asked.
'The one you have hanging in the window. All those colours. Sooooooooo pretty. We were going to eat you but it's been an honest mistake. We'll let you off but only once.'
With that they all jumped and leaped and stamped about, shrieking and screaming. Then they were gone.
'God damn spiders were mimicking me"



now continuing 

I stood there for a minute.

What did all this mean??

Here I was, a few inches tall, just

having had a conversation with a SPIDER.
I sank to my knees.
I just wanted this to be over.
I wanted to be a regular sized human again.
I sat back leaning against the flower stem.
I closed my eyes.
hmmmm what if I promised to never stomp on another spider.
Could I be big again?
I don't know who I was asking.
Would they answer me?
I opened my eyes and peered up at the sky.
The dark clouds and rain had been banished by the brilliant blue sky and fluffy white clouds.
I smiled and lay down. I stared up at the changing clouds.
Ooooh there is a rabbit. No maybe a frog.
Ahhhhh now its a whale. 

"Suzanne?' 
"Hey Suzanne?"
"Sleeping Beauty, wake up!"

I jerked up quickly and than fell off my chair.
Oooooh my neck and my back were aching.
Someone was laughing.
The spider you were screaming about is outside in the garden now.
You can come back to bed .

I smiled, stood up and headed for the bedroom.
Back to normal.
It was only a dream.
I lay down in bed and pulled the covers over me.
Closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes and screamed.
I LIVE ALONE.
WHO PUT THE SPIDER OUT.
I got up and ran to the patio door.
There was a spider standing there and I swear it was looking at me.
I thought for a second. If my experience really happened maybe this spider
spoke to me. I nodded to the spider. It nodded back at me.

I turned and walked over to my computer.
I ordered a spider trap.
I will not stomp on anymore spiders. 
Unless they come running at me first that is.

This is the end of my silly little story.

What will be next????

Suzanne


written by Suzanne McCann, not to be used without my permission

Sarah McLachlan new video...Monsters

Under - The Third Installment

3rd installment

(as written by my anonymous sister friend)

nothing.
all was quiet......too quiet.
l peaked around the mushroom
and came eye to eyes, eight to be exact
with a fuzzy jumping spider.
we both screamed.
SPIDER!!
HUMAN!!
l jumped back, it jumped.
boy could it jump.
and then it was gone.

now continuing

I screamed. 
And screamed.
And screamed.
I hate am terrified of spiders, tiny little
spiders. This was NOT a tiny little
spider.
Wait, did it say something that I understood.
Yes it screamed HUMAN as I was screaming 
SPIDER.
I took a breath and let my heart return to normal
beats per minute.
It could speak. IT COULD SPEAK.
Suddenly I knew I needed to
find that god damn spider.
Yes, find it. 
George had disappeared.
I decided to go after the spider,
or at least go in the direction it
had jumped. The rain had pretty much
stopped so I was safe from that.......
   I started to jog through the grassy
jungle, listening for sounds of the
spider ahead of me. 
Mumbling?
What was I hearing.
It sounded like mumbling, someone
talking to themselves.
I couldn't make out the words.
I slowed down. I was not 
sure who or what I was coming close to
but I wanted to be careful.
"Who's there?" someone yelled out.
I stopped. I had gotten close.
"Ahhh, Hello?" I said. "Don't freak out,
I just want to meet you. I'm coming towards you."
I started ahead without waiting for
an affirmative. I stepped around the
base of a towering flower and 
stopped. There in front of me
was not one, but  what looked like
a whole family of god damn spiders.
The littlest ones started to cry. 
They hid behind their mother?
I couldn't tell who was male or female.
The one that I had seen earlier came forward.
I tried to stand tall, to not show fear.
It was looking at me with its many eyes.
Finally it said something. Something that
filled me with terror.
I turned to run...............

Again, lets finish this chapter....happily or not
its up to you.
Leave a comment below.


written by Suzanne McCann, not to be used without my permission

Saturday I love Saturday

Kindness

It doesn't cost a damn thing.

Sprinkle that shit everywhere.

TGIF

We all have two lives.

The second one starts when we realise 

we only have one.

Tom Hiddleston

Thursdays Thoughts

You are never too old

to set another goal

or

to dream a new dream.

C.S. Lewis

Wednesday's wonderings

A smile is 

portable,

bring it with you.

I like people who smile

when its raining.

Tuesdays Two day

It simply 

isn't an adventure

worth telling

if

there aren't any 

dragons.

J.R.R. Tolkien

I was born dreaming. I live life dreaming

of adventures greater than the one 

I am living. I will die dreaming of doing

it all again.

Suzanne McCann

Monday musings

To live 

is the rarest thing 

in the world.

Most people exist,

that is all.

Oscar Wilde

Sunday sunday, rainy day thoughts.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.

 So throw off the bowlines, Sail away from the safe harbor. 

Catch the trade winds in your sails. 

Explore. Dream. Discover.

- This quote has been attributed to Mark Twain, but the attribution cannot be verified. The quote should not be regarded as authentic. 

The earliest documented publication of the quote is in H. Jackson Brown Jr.'s P. S. I Love You (Rutledge Hill Press, 1990). Brown's book is a collection of quotes and maxims attributed to his mother.

Under Chapter 2

2nd installment

 (as written by my anonymous sister  friend)

it was a tiny saint bernard.  
apparently he had shrunk too.
around his neck was a cask 
that read 'drink up'
so l did.
nothing happened, still the same
but it sure calmed my nerves.
'come on george', l said to the dog.
'let's explore.'

now continuing
Its raining.
I am back under the mushroom.
It is keeping the giant raindrops off me.
Those suckers could give me a concussion for sure.
  George is beside me. He is the doggie
that startled me. We have been hanging out
since he found me.
  As far as I can tell, we are the only beings
that have shrunk. I drank the fluid in the cask
that George had around his neck. I didn't
grow back to normal size.
  George and I have been scrounging
for food. I have been eating mostly
greens from the garden I am growing.
I have found a bit of a path that
leads to the raised beds I put
in last year. There was a rock
sitting next to the wood edging
making it possible to climb up.
At that level, (lol) I could see the
giants (regular sized humans) walking
past on the street.
  Life is going on as usual for everyone.
What is going to happen to me?
Maybe this is just a dream,
and I will be waking up at any time.
  George whined. I looked at him.
Something was coming. Because
we are so small, we have been
on constant vigilance. Little scary
insects are now almost George sized.
Terrifying.
  If I was a little more courageous I would
harness one of those creatures and ride
it like a horse. It happens in the movies all the
time. haha, not going to happen.
 The rustling was closer. It was hard to hear
with the rain falling. Hopefully the rain
was slowing down our visitor.
 Suddenly, a hairy leg came out from behind
a plant. More hairy legs!
 George was starting to bark.
I grabbed his collar and we moved around behind
the mushroom. If I couldn't see the creature,
surely he couldn't see me?

What happens next? Do I get eaten by a
giant arachnid or do I braid together some
blades of grass into a harness and make that
spider my new pet???



written by Suzanne McCann, not to be used without my permission

My mommie has a pin with

this little poem.

For everyone who has snow.

Winters sparkling snowflakes

falling from above

are wishes from the angels

showering us with love.

Under, the beginning

1st installment


I peered around the base of the mushroom I was hiding under.
What kind of Alice in Wonderland hell was I in.
Did I eat the little cake  that shrunk me?
I don't remember eating anything at all.
I could hear rustling in the freaking
tall grass in front of me.
My mind could only imagine what was coming
towards me.
If I was this small, than all the little creatures
that scared the crap out of me
would be like, large dog sized???
My heart was racing, I don't think
I can deal with this.....
I decided to take action, I looked around
and found a stick...or what looked like a stick
to me. I held it at shoulder height ready to
swing.
The rustling got closer accompanied with
the sound of munching?
Oh this was not going to work.
I looked around for a path.
Ah ha, an opening behind me.
I started running, running
away from the rustling and
munching sound.
I ran for what seemed like
miles before I stopped to
take a breath.
I closed my eyes.
In and out, in and out,
I tried to calm myself
down, surely this
was a bad dream and soon
I would wake. I willed
myself to wake, but
couldn't.
I opened my eyes.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


written by Suzanne McCann, not to be used without my permission

I Once

  I once rode a pegasus across the sky.

Daily to and fro. My winged horse was stabled

on earth but every chance he got, he was in the air

soaring like an eagle today.

  I am immortal. I have lived the fairytales you

tell to your children. When my horse became tired (can you believe it)

of always flying, he became grounded. But he still wanted to be

a majestic animal, so he was a unicorn. He had a little magic .

He let me ride him once in awhile. It wasn't nearly as exhilarating

as flight but we were friends and I excepted his change.

  As the decades flew past and people slowly stopped

believing in magic, he found his life as a unicorn to

be a dangerous one. Always being hunted.

So, my great friend decided to use his

magic again. He decided to take to the seas.

  He explained that I would not be able to go with him

this time, but he would remember me always.

I was sad and debated that there were lots

of animals he could become and be safe, but

he never wanted to be normal, he always wanted

to be something no one else was.

  He decided to become a tusked whale. Today we

call him Narwhal. He used up all his magic and made

himself a family. His family grew and grew and now

today there are lots of these mythical creatures.

These we have excepted and still believe in.

  I imagine I have seen him on my treks to the north.

I have taken a few.

  Today, I live and move around. I have been to every

continent, every country, and still I have time.

Maybe someday I will find some magic,

and join my friend in the sea.

Suzanne