tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35715478967140249122024-03-14T00:33:31.085+00:00My name is ZING - captured momentsPoetry, prose, journal, diary, call it what you will. I am journalling my emotions and responses to my every day life. Feelings and thoughts are stored in this blog. Quotes too.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-20618825674024256822012-01-03T18:05:00.009+00:002013-12-08T07:49:52.045+00:00Arriving In StyleWhistling down chimneys and banging on doors the new year has blown in on the back of the wind. It announced its arrival by hurling rain at my darkened window. It sounded just like a round of applause.<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-style: italic;">"If you want to be enthusiastic, act enthusiastic.'' - Dale Carnegie</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-78098355747096825972011-12-09T07:39:00.007+00:002013-12-08T07:52:07.165+00:00Five AM - Dark Room - Full MoonThrough my dark window I glimpse the Moon and my breath is stolen away by its presence. That great big shiny coin is just hanging there, low and golden in the sky like unspent riches. Its aura so bright that I feel I have happened on some piece of magic not usually destined for mortal eyes.<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-style: italic;">"The richness I achieve comes from Nature, the source of my inspiration."- Claude Monet</span> </div>
Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-87381990487763762222011-11-19T09:30:00.004+00:002011-11-19T09:40:19.009+00:00A Moment ObservedA gust of wind - and a flurry of yellow gold leaves take to the air and soar over my fence like birds.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">“</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="quote">Take one step away from yourself - and behold! - the Path!</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">” - Abu Sa'id</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-17884818488672829232011-11-09T18:33:00.008+00:002011-11-09T20:52:03.814+00:00An Unexpected GiftNovember has bought more light into my north facing room. The trees have dropped their verdant graces and now stand naked against the colourless sky. Intricate silhouettes softened and blurred by the gentle falling rain.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;">“You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.” - Chuck Palahniuk</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-37394987955044452662011-11-06T08:52:00.001+00:002011-11-06T10:22:59.935+00:00Early This Morning. . .It has been so long since I last waited for the dawn, there is magic in that liminal place as we cross the threshhold from dark to light. So here I sit in this dark room, watching as the soft pink light gently dissolves the darkness into a new day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">“As you breathe in, cherish yourself. As you breathe out, cherish all beings.” - Dalai Lama</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-28468782044396874392011-10-13T09:15:00.001+01:002011-10-13T09:17:41.507+01:00Time to RhymeThe constant trees beyond my window, stately stood against the sky. Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws. How I wish that I could fly.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allan Poe</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-36152459607410526122011-09-17T15:56:00.004+01:002011-09-17T16:05:24.283+01:00The Magnificence of CloudsAnd the sky was full of mountains, snow white and edged with light. Billowing turrets set against the brightest blue. They made me catch my breath in awe. What a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">privilege</span> to be alive and to be conscious of it - and of the splendour of skies such as these.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">"Awareness is curative." - Fritz Perls</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-54468268195901222502011-09-07T09:00:00.007+01:002013-12-08T07:54:55.044+00:00Day DawningDawn breaks and tumbles over the horizon in pinks and pearls, trailing light from the east. The land gives up its bat filled darkness and the night creatures scurry home just before the first bird begins to sing.<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-style: italic;">"Learn to pause...or nothing worthwhile will catch up to you." - Doug King</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-67376499722785762722011-08-29T17:32:00.016+01:002011-08-30T08:33:43.178+01:00Nothing moves but soundThe air is still as feathers and the yellow sun nowhere to be seen. From the top of the old ash tree, a crow shouts. . . his voice resounding like a claxon, sending sound waves shimmering through the static air.
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"What comes out of you when you are squeezed is what is inside of you." - Wayne Dyer</span>
<br />Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-81335368793871136432011-08-25T08:38:00.005+01:002011-08-25T08:48:07.967+01:00Looking for ColourGeranium, white, a punctuation in this monotone scene. My eyes roam, restless, searching for somewhere to settle. At last, amidst the roaring greens I see it. A splash of yellow glowing like grounded sunshine.
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"I have immortal longings in me." - William Shakespeare</span>
<br />Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-47425914368161238522011-08-20T12:07:00.001+01:002011-08-20T12:12:03.137+01:00First Glimpse of AutumnShadows shifting. Soft grass splashed with sunlight. Shimmering leaves throw down their yellow gold beauty like blessings bestowed. The green velvet ground at my feet is laden with jewels.
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">“There are no old roads to new directions.” - anon</span>
<br />Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-44195681351297149892011-08-11T20:25:00.004+01:002011-08-11T20:31:39.246+01:00IlluminatedThe light through the trees is beautiful. Low golden sun touching the remnants of this dark day. Oozing from the edges of leaves and falling into liquid amber pools, its soft fingers spread honey on the cold hard ground.
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">“Love what you do. Learn balance. Take rests. Trust your instincts.” - Leith Clark</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-34221289514368589972011-08-03T21:51:00.009+01:002011-08-03T22:20:17.053+01:00As Night FallsThe hushed night falls as quiet as a breath over my garden. Silhouetted against the indigo sky, bats navigate at speed, swooping low and agile. Nocturnal birds weaving their dark magic into the fabric of the coming night.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"From wonder into wonder existence opens." - Lao Tzu</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-16401471349523808512011-07-31T21:15:00.010+01:002011-07-31T21:35:40.008+01:00Last Sunset of JulyThrough the trees, a band of fire sets the horizon alight. The Sun is singing its radiant farewell, leaving the marshmallow sky to ready itself for another night.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"There is no enlightenment outside of daily life." - Thich Nhat Hanh </span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-63732971912670482262011-07-30T21:11:00.003+01:002011-07-30T22:30:03.742+01:00Seeing the lightIlluminated leaves, petals painted with light. A shaft of sunshine visits the darkest corner of my garden.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:100%;">"The greatest discoveries are those that shed light unto ourselves." - Ralph Waldo Emerson </span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-83082179539923970352011-07-29T19:40:00.008+01:002011-07-30T07:20:16.405+01:00I Saw a ButterflyI saw the feeble white flutter of wings, stifled. Wrapped in a skein of spiders silk, its beauty captured. I reached out my hand and broke its chains, freeing it from its single thread shackle. It fell to the green leaf safety net below, and I knelt and pulled away the sticky rope that had it bound. White wings flickered open and closed, as if to be sure it was finally free. I smiled as it took to the air, circling up into the deep blue of the afternoon sky.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." - William James</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-55802558401788684682011-07-28T21:38:00.004+01:002011-07-28T23:00:28.405+01:00Feeding FelinesCats running, tails raised, after the moving plate of food.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"Say yes to what belongs to you, and let all else go." - Alan Cohen</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-68760038900201242482011-07-27T23:36:00.007+01:002011-07-27T23:47:38.625+01:00Every Shade of GreyI sense the stillness, the silence, as this greyscale evening seeps into my psyche - permeating my aura. The sky's grey mantle, a lid upon the world. It adds a weight that I can feel right down to my bones.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">"The quieter you become, the more you can hear." - Ram Dass</span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-23858003398760872982011-07-26T21:44:00.005+01:002011-07-26T21:51:55.611+01:00In The Middle Of The NightI awaken, heart pounding, terrified. The nightmare still has me in its power, so I reach out to stir my partner. "Are you okay?" he mumbles as he surfaces from sleep, then continues with a disappointed tone to his voice. "I was dreaming I was baking cakes, and now I won't be there when they come out of the oven." I feel the giggle bubbling up through my fear.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings." - Miles Franklin</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-90866941669560148142011-07-25T18:26:00.003+01:002011-07-25T18:31:01.238+01:00The Strange Beauty Of WallsDrystone wall, lichen covered and beautiful. Orange and pale green tell stories of time passing.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid." - Frederick Buechner</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-30735160774941043702011-07-24T19:05:00.002+01:002011-07-24T21:23:34.174+01:00OverheardOld man taps his cane, I feel the floor vibrate under my feet. Hushed conversation overheard. "Do you like yoghurt". He yawns and looks away.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"The control center of your life is your attitude." - Norman Cousins</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-29795352988879997702011-07-23T22:18:00.002+01:002011-07-23T22:20:53.140+01:00Giving VoiceThe wind makes my garden speak. It runs through the greenery, whispering and telling tales.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe." - Lao Tzu</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-18926158681913020092011-07-22T21:37:00.001+01:002011-07-22T21:39:37.769+01:00Up, Up and AwayA swirl of butterflies ascend skyward, weaving their white magic against the endless blue.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day." - Henri Nouwen </span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-86999950244448003512011-07-21T21:19:00.007+01:002011-07-21T22:31:02.906+01:00Eight Thirty This EveningThe sinking sun paints the soft white clouds yellow. Crows shout their goodbyes to yet another day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life." - Hafiz of Persia</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571547896714024912.post-71542616203121385462011-07-20T20:53:00.004+01:002011-07-20T20:57:39.820+01:00From a Hospital Waiting RoomWaiting room, silence broken by hushed whispers. Outside, the sky hangs heavy and grey over the red brick buildings. His big hand is warm, he curls his fingers around mine and squeezes. A small gesture that speaks volumes. She comes with clipboard and calls his name. He gets to his feet and quickly leaves the room. Silence resumes.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Don't say this is good and that is bad. Drop all discrimination. Accept everything as it is." - Osho</span></span></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com12