Simple Existence


I stare at this page,
milk white as the

blanketed ground
in winter’s staging.

Where are the syllables
to create
a mixture of magic?

I fear they have flown
to faraway places,
across desert dunes
and boundless oceans
and might not return
so that I may tell him
(again)
how irreplaceable he is.

Instead,
I’ll touch his lips
with mine
and steady myself
in the arms of a man
who is satisfied
with my simple existence.

Romantic musings from years ago for this Monday…
Wishing you a peaceful day.
Lauren xo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Ugly Pattern

George Floyd display May 2020

Fires

Sparked by distress –

A wound never mended.

The days are not tearless. Have we

Not seen

those same hot flames from nightmares of

yesteryear’s pleading cries?

Let change take root.

Listen.

spreading love in the neighborhood

 

The recent tragedy of George Floyd’s murder and the civil unrest that followed inspired me to jot down the various thoughts whirling around in my mind. I have more to say noted on the pages in my journal. But instead, I chose to try a another new form of poetry: a butterfly cinquain. So my words are few, but the message is huge.

Then yesterday on my walk with Copper, I came across these two displays – both profound and moving in their own ways. I couldn’t walk by without taking photos, so I give credit to my compassionate neighbors for acknowledging the ongoing injustice and the senseless murder of George Floyd, and for spreading much-needed love. This heart is one of many on a sidewalk that I admire everyday, and the collection began when Covid wormed its way into our lives. Even so, spreading the Love is part of the solution in every situation that brings pain. I thought this beautiful heart was a fitting end to what I’ve tried to convey. 

My heart is still heavy, but Hope for change is not lost. 💗

Lauren Scott (c) 2020

Letters in the Sky

A loving marriage lasting over six decades is as awe-inspiring as a star-filled night sky. I never grew tired of hearing my parents talk about how they met. Each detail was infused with love that put a twinkle in their eyes as they grew older.

It was springtime in Milwaukee when the city began to thaw and patio furniture came out of hibernation. Locals, excited for warmer temperatures, bid their parkas farewell and reached for shorts and sandals. It did not matter if the weather was only in the fifties; it was still much warmer than living through winter’s aggression. World War II had already begun. The atmosphere was unsettling.

The writing of my parents’ story would not have transpired without Dad’s friend, George. Dad was in the U.S. Army Air Force at the time but home on a 3-day pass. He happened to visit George at work one day at the bank, and walking into the bank’s entry, he noticed a beautiful gal with gorgeous legs sitting behind a desk. He was captivated.

mom

George managed to talk Mom into a blind date with Dad, but the condition was for George and his girlfriend to join in. And so, a double date was set. The beautiful young woman with the nice legs was nineteen and the handsome young gentleman was twenty-one when they met on June 29, 1941. The two couples enjoyed good conversation, laughter, dinner at Wegerman’s Resort at Pewaukee Lake, and dancing to the tunes of Tommy Dorsey and Glen Miller. This evening proved to be the spark that ignited my parent’s love for each other.

Do you believe in love at first sight? They did. Early the following year, Dad was informed that his squadron was to be dispatched to the European Theater. This news and the fact that he was in love with Mom complicated matters. He did not want to lose her, so he proposed, hoping with all his heart her answer would be yes. Her feelings matched his, but she declined Dad’s proposal because of the imminent uncertainty. Mom had never been impulsive, so had she left the decision up to her heart, she would have married him immediately. Dad was disappointed but respected her wishes. However, I should tell you that persistence turned into his new middle name.

Some time passed and while they were out for dinner one night, Dad asked Mom to marry him again. He felt a second try was worthwhile because she was the only woman who held his heart. In the restaurant, they sat on red velvet chairs and their table was dressed in a silky white tablecloth. Twinkle lights glistened above as Dad proposed in the glow of the soft-lit candle on their table. Restaurant patrons nearby witnessed this occasion, clapping when they heard her say, “Yes!” Mom offered her left hand as Dad slipped the solitaire on her ring finger. Its sparkle matched the tears of joy in her eyes. She loved him without a doubt and realized life will always be full of unknowns.

Dad was then stationed overseas for three years – a long time for them to be apart. They stayed in touch by old-fashioned letter writing, which enabled them to learn more about each other and grow closer while separated by an ocean and war. I imagine them holding the precious envelope to their cheek as though it was the cheek of their beloved. They professed their love as their letters flew back and forth among the cotton ball clouds in the sky, befitting as the glue in their long-distance relationship.

The year was 1945 and the weather was frosty in early February. Dad was fortunate to return to America on a “rotation plan,” meaning thirty days at home then returning to Italy. After taking a quick two weeks to plan their wedding, the aisle of the church sanctuary gracefully carried Mom towards her future husband on February 24th as he waited at the altar. She wore an ivory satin wedding gown that cost $39.95 and she looked as elegant and classy as Rita Hayworth. Dad looked handsome as ever in his Air Force Uniform. Following their honeymoon in Chicago at The Edgewater Beach Hotel on Lake Michigan, he returned to Europe and the ink on the stationery kept the fires burning until he was honorably discharged in September.

Mom and Dad wedding 1945

Over the years, their faces lit up when they told of those early memories. Their romance, love, and excitement danced in every sentence. Now that they have both passed, I miss the story-telling. I miss the animation in Dad’s voice and facial expressions, how Mom filled in the gaps where Dad left blank spaces, or how she fine-tuned his recollections. Their marriage was not devoid of struggles, but it was one of commitment and everlasting love. They were “attached at the hip.” He was her best friend and she was his.

As Dad once said, “That blind date blossomed into sixty-seven years of marriage, three lovely daughters, seven grandchildren, and thirteen great-grandchildren. So, I am very grateful to my friend, George!” To fall in love on a blind date, to hug good-bye in distressing war times, to stay in touch through handwritten letters, and to share seventy years is my parents’ story. Dad is not around to tell their tale anymore, nor is Mom to chime in when she should, but the memories stay vivid and their story is ageless. What a journey they traveled together through rainbows and rainstorms.

 

mom and baby lauren

Mom and guess who?

family

My family…
I have older sisters who are almost two years apart.
Then I came ten years later. 🙂

I hope you enjoyed my parent’s love story. ❤

Lauren Scott (c) 2020

 

 

 

 

Glue

I see your broken pieces
I almost step on their sharpness
I want to be their healing glue

I know you’re weary
I understand every part of you
I want to be your shoulder

I know your heart aches
trying to make sense of it all
but I won’t let you fall
Let me be your remedy

Lauren Scott © 2018

The Right Attitude

No-fear-Image

One of my new dear friends, Debby, from https://dgkayewriter.com/, wrote this to me regarding my last health update and it stuck…

“We get what we focus on, so don’t make it fear!”
~DG Kaye

This message isn’t new, but it’s so easy to allow fear to slip into our thoughts. It affects not only our reactions to stressful times, but it also affects us physically, causing anxiety and even some unwanted aches and pains. So, this was a timely reminder for me, even though I’m not truly living in fear. However, I am inviting Optimism for a long stay, and if you’re dealing with stress in any form, will you join me in this attitude adjustment? I hope you will, and Thanks, Debby! 💕

hope

And lastly, I’d like to wish you all a Fabulous Friday, and a Wonderful Weekend ahead. With love, Lauren ❤❤❤

Photos: Google

Belonging

Do you trust me? Will you
take my hand and let me
lead the way to a place
transcending the boundaries
of our reality? Let us get
lost in the tranquility –
dancing to the majesty of
the surroundings, feeling the
rhythm vibrate through our
bones. For as long as our
hearts desire, this is our
destination. For time is
but a memory. Its existence
leaves no trace on the path
where we tread. There is
only you, me, and the
intensity of our belonging
to each other.

Lauren Scott © 2018

Still

Love runs
more deeply now
Still, after years
since the sky
darkened –
the stars
stayed hidden
as the despair
was unbearable
for the heart breaks
each time the mind
strays from reality

Lauren Scott © 2018

The Game

It’s better to move on, if you can’t play. Don’t reside in self-pity.
Its color isn’t your best shade, and it’s their loss. They have no
idea what they’re missing – your compassion, your sincerity,
your wit, and all the love you hold in your heart. Don’t be quick
to belittle these qualities; not everyone is worthy of their presence.
They can’t simply be attained or purchased with a hundred-dollar
bill. They are innate in your DNA. They depict who you are –
a person of integrity, a person who cares about the common good
and cares less about false images. Your life is about the love you
offer. Your smile and jolly laugh spread onto others, affording them
a taste of happiness. Your past mistakes are not meant to haunt you
into the present or future. Instead, allow them to make you wiser.
If you invite them to ride along, misery will surely worm its way
in. And who wants to experience life in a confining box of misery?
It would be more rewarding to live in a bubble of joy, to watch it
float into the universe, calming storms and designing sunrises,
turning despair into hope and creating more smiles on the streets.
Remember who you are – that you are worth every bit of love you
receive and every spoonful of joy you feel.

Lauren Scott © 2018

Two-way Road

rumi quote take off the mask

We’ve all heard it before, “Be true to yourself.” But it’s easier said than done, isn’t it? Tossing the mask doesn’t happen effortlessly. If we’re to truly be ourselves, we risk being rejected, bullied, and judged. Yet if we remain in that box, what kind of life is that to live? How can we feel completely free?

Somehow, it takes mustering up confidence, and usually, it takes more than a handful.

Ellen-Quote

When I think of people living in a shell for fear of showing their true identities, it breaks my heart. Society has become more accepting, and yet, haters still exist. In a way, they’ve become more pronounced.

It’s a long-shot, but I keep that dream alive of living in a society, a country, and even a world where the motto is “live and let live.” If some aspect of someone’s persona rubs you the wrong way, then walk in the opposite direction. If they’re turning left, then you turn right. LEAVE THEM ALONE AND LET THEM LIVE THEIR LIFE. It’s such a simple solution that remains difficult nowadays. Violence tends to worm its way into many scenarios. Haven’t we seen enough bloodshed? 

If we allow Compassion, Acceptance, and Love, and even more Love, Love, Love to embody who we are as a human race, Peace would play a bigger part. And wouldn’t that be awesome?!!

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So while everyone should be able to show their true colors no matter who they are, others should play their part fairly, too. It’s a two-way road that takes courage and confidence in one lane and acceptance and understanding in the other. We can’t please everyone, but we can please ourselves. Loving ourselves comes first before we can honestly and completely love another. 

Our-Doubts-Are-Traitors-Shakespeare-Quote

I’ll end by saying, “Let’s try to shed our doubts, be who we truly are, and practice more self-love. Then maybe, just maybe, the world will be a better place for All.

Sending virtual love and hugs, and wishing you a fabulous weekend. I’ll be off the grid for a while again, but will catch up in a week or so. ❤❤❤