Prayers in Autumn

I repeat the words again
They are said with reverence
With eyes closed, hands folded
They are woven with hope
Each time softly spoken

Yet, the only change
Is the color on the leaves
Does He sense the tone
from which I speak?
Does He hear my pleas?

Understanding the
Importance of timing
Takes time in itself

The new season brings
Warmth with its colors
And new enticing flavors
While hope becomes hazy
And faith begins to waver

Lauren Scott 2017

I tried something new this time, so below is the audio link:

https://soundcloud.com/user-308303807/tuesday-04-42-pm/s-xI5sB

 

 

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Renewing

new yamaha guitar for Lauren Oct 2017

Recently, I’ve been inspired to renew an old passion of mine, playing the guitar. I used to play a little when I was younger – late teens, early twenties, along with my ultimate passion for singing. But then life happened, and I chose a different path, which, just so you know, I don’t regret.

Those earlier years, though, instilled the love of music in me, which then was passed onto my daughter, who also loves to sing. My husband and son don’t sing or play an instrument, but they love listening to music. This form of art has always been a big part of our family.

So, a few days ago, I spontaneously went to “just look” at guitars. Bananas at Large is the go-to place for musical instruments and lessons. Well, so much for looking because I came home with a brand new Yamaha acoustic guitar. Since many years have passed, I’m a beginner again, so it’s a great start, not to mention that it’s beautiful. Since then, my daughter and I have been doing 30-minute sessions each night, starting with the basics. My excitement immediately inspired her, so it’s also turned out to be a fun mother/daughter time. I’m also currently looking into lessons, perusing all the teachers at Bananas to find the best fit for both of us.

I am so excited that I feel like a little kid! Seriously! My singing voice has changed, but maybe I can even get it back into gear as I learn the guitar. Now of course, the worst part is conditioning the fingers. Some of those chords, OUCH!

Thus, do any of you play guitar? Do you have stories to tell of when you first learned and your fingers were screaming at you? Any wise words of wisdom or gentle advice? Have any of you renewed an old passion, lately?

Here’s to Renewing Old Passions, and knowing that You’re Never Too Old!

Lauren Scott 2017

(p.s. wish me luck!)

 

Timeless

they convinced me
i only had a few good years left
before i was replaced by a girl younger than me
as though men yield power with age
but women grow into irrelevance
they can keep their lies
for i have only gotten started
i feel as though i just left the womb
my twenties are the warm-up
for what i’m really about to do
wait till you see me in my thirties
now that will be a proper introduction
to the nasty, wild, woman in me.
how can i leave before the party’s started
rehearsals begin at forty
i ripen with age
i do not come with an expiration date
and now
for the main event
curtains up at fifty
let’s begin the show

~rupi kaur
“the sun and her flowers”

***I didn’t write this, but wish I had. It is written, however,
just the way the author wrote it in her book. This poem conveys
everything I feel. Women have come a long way in society,
but the subordinate label, as well as ramifications of aging,
continue to pop up now and then. The author has lived
a life difficult to even imagine, and her writing tugs at the
heart and kicks you in the gut simultaneously. I’m currently
reading this book (her second), and I also recommend her
first book, “Milk and Honey.”
Admittedly, when I entered my fifties, I experienced
a similar feeling of dread – “i only had a few good years left.”
I have since then shed that mind-set and replaced it with a
“let’s go” attitude. So, Women, whether you’re warming up,
planning your introduction, busy with rehearsals, or
eager for the main event“You Go Girl!”
~Lauren Scott ❤

It’s the Pits

pit toilet

You open the door
and again, once more
You smell that smell
that comes from hell

Though you pay the price
beneath the stars and sky
So you do your thing
and you feel like a king

Then you open the door
and again, once more
You breathe in the pines
and everything is fine

(Let’s just say, inspiration 
comes from many places.)
🙂

Lauren Scott 2017
Photo: Google

Finally

We’ve been stars
in each other’s sky
all this time,
though we never
chose to see –
never stepped
across the line

so much time…
many sunsets lost
before we realized

but here we are
body, mind, soul
offering hearts
to each other,
finally, whole

now each sun shines
a different hue,
each sky delivers
another blue

with our love
for each other
no longer concealed,
we embrace
this new life and
the miracles 
we feel

Lauren Scott 2017
Written for Scott & Maureen –
https://worldiction.com
https://maureenlermer.wordpress.com/

 

Dear Dad,

family

daughters

Your beloved wife has been with the angels
Your time has now come, our hearts ever faithful

For you wear your wings now, as you soar beside Mom
Two more angels in Heaven, as we play your song

Swaying to the oldies, you both loved to dance
The timing is now for your second chance

Lauren Scott 2017
(Today is the two-month anniversary of my Dad’s death. The
grieving process shifts from one stage to another. It’s still with us –
we miss our parents, but knowing they’re together again grants us
comfort and peace. These are just two photos of many more that
will be cherished forever.) 💕

Doorstep Kisses

Remember in those early years
how you’d touch your lips to mine
while standing on the step –
how we cold-shouldered time?

There was no letting-go desire
of the embrace that held us near
No care in the world came close
in that moment to what we shared

Who knew those goodnight kisses
would carry us this distance?
(floating in a state-of-mind
of tender reminiscence)

Lauren Scott 2017