FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS, a poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS..
nano techs tagged my wings, still expected me to fly.
probed me under a microscope with how's and when's and why's.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
doesn't matter if you give me a fancy scientific name."
so what, -bestow a species, track the patterns of my migration.
go write ahead and place a dollar value based on my population.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
doesn't matter if you capture me in a net like its all some kind of game."
you must look without a microscope
into the quantum sea,
there, where i can't show you
more love than you can see.
you need a feelings instrument
to appreciate my wings,
held at a Godly distance,
called: where the caged birds sing.
the more you learn about me, the less you'll tend to know.
you must unobserve me, to really see the show.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
the more you hope to profit, the less you stand to gain."
it's so easy complicated, such a peaceful con-of-flict; but the closer you look, the further you'll be, and the less you can predict.
beyond my smallest particle
exists a flutter full surprise:
Spirit. Love. Amazing Grace: THE LIGHT that lights my eyes.
FREE! the quantum butter flys, moving secrets in suspension.
free and unpredictable -toward hearts with true intensions.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY.
I AM MADE FROM LOVE.
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS.
-UNOBSERVED; ABOVE."
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS, a poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp
I'm inspired to re-post this after watching the film by Lea pool, titled, the blue butterfly.
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Free, the quantum butter flys...
Nano techs tagged my wings, still expected me to fly.
Probed me under a microscope with how's and when's and why's.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
Doesn't matter if you give me a fancy scientific name."
So what, -bestow a species, track the patterns of my migration.
Go write ahead and place a dollar value based on my population.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
Doesn't matter if you capture me in a net like its all some kind of game."
You must look without a microscope
Into the quantum sea,
There, where I can't show you
More love than you can see.
You need a feelings Instrument
To appreciate my wings,
Held at a Godly distance,
Called: where the caged birds sing.
The more you learn about me, the less you'll tend to know.
You must unobserve me, to really see the show.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
The more you hope to profit, the less you stand to gain."
It's so easy complicated, such a peaceful con-of-flict; but the closer you look, the further you'll be, and the less you can predict.
Beyond my smallest particle
Exists a flutter full surprise:
Spirit. Love. Amazing Grace: THE LIGHT that lights my eyes.
FREE! The quantum butter flys, moving secrets in suspension.
Free and unpredictable -towards hearts with true intensions.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY.
I AM MADE FROM LOVE.
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS.
-UNOBSERVED; ABOVE."
Super Thrive for Humans as considered by (me!) sandra, tvgp
one of the -many!- things i learned during my 4+ years at alden lane nursery; i mean, i remember i kind of stopped in my tracks the first time i overheard it
'transplant shock'
and i learned about products made available for gardeners that they could give their plants/trees/flowers when they were relocating them from one place to another to avoid transplant shock, which in some cases can kill the plant
we don't all relocate so easily -write.
and i thought of how hard it has been over the course of my life time.. moving from here to there, and there to there.. there to here..
and i did it all without the benefit of super thrive for humans
-but, my last two major relocations; major transitions -they've gone extremely well
here's why:
i didn't just move from the room i shared at my mom & ricks house into roberts -and now, 'our' house.
i spent one night here, and then eventually two nights in a row, then..
next you know, i was staying 5 nights with robert, only two at my mom's..
until eventually i moved completely in -and it seemed very seamless. smooth. natural. wonderful..
and now, if i may mention here my greatest Christmas present ever! -the opportunity to join Robert in full retirement.
and now, it is feeling very seamless. smooth. natural. wonderful! -but i didn't just go from working 5 days a week, year round to an abrupt retirement
I went from working 5 days a week, to 4... then down to 3 days a week for a stretch, and then for the past many months I've been working only 2 days a week
beginning 2021. Full retirement. "Thank You Jesus!" "Thank You Sexy!"
and it was sweet.. Jacquie, the owner of Alden Lane Nursery -she came up to me, "didn't you read the fine print? You are not allowed to retire before me!" and she laughed and smiled.
It gave me another opportunity to share and remind her -that i have worked in many different places and many different environments over the past several decades
and without a doubt, Alden Lane Nursery has the single best customer service of anywhere I have ever worked, or even anywhere I have ever shopped. And! the integrity! business integrity! I am so proud to work here
... to have worked here...
and in addition to the stellar customer service, business integrity -there is something very good going on when it comes to hiring selection, because I have been working for, or with, or near some of the coolest, most knowledgeable -just wonderful people.
and I will miss Alden Lane.. /but I sure won't miss the commute! when i started i was living only 10 minutes away
and on the night before i knew Robert was going to invite me to retire completely -on my drive from livermore to san jose, pitch black, with a little rain and the predictable selection of selfish, dangerous drivers on the road
i was praying to Jesus "i did it last year.. and the year before that.. i can do it again and get through this season.. if i am driving it's because you have equipped me.."
and i was determined to keep going -overriding a sober personal assessment which ended with, i'm not really qualified to be driving at night this distance..
but anyway -hallelujah! i am retired. and i am very happy about spending every day with my sexy.. and very relieved to be off the freeways at night in the rain.
God is very Good! amen.
"..gotta story for you..." (Me!) Sandra, tvgp
If I get to chit chattin' with the customers at the register, chances are pretty high these days /having blogged for almost ten years..
that eventually they'll say something that serves as a memory trigger for one of my posts
Several times in the past month or so.. Someone will say something and I'm like, "oh! I've gotta story for you..". Then I handwrite the address of my blog on scratch paper and what word or phrase they should type in the the search bar
Most recently (which will help explain my re-posts of older blogs) a woman at the register mentioned working at heritage estates..
[Ding.. Ding.. Ding...]
(Me!): "did you say heritage estates? .. Here in Livermore? Oh.. I know heritage estates.. I played the flute there...
/and I slowed down on the delivery of the rest of this story on purpose:
Yes. -twinkle, twinkle, little star. True story.
Mmm hmm. I was in my 40's.
I thought maybe during my divorce instead of drugs and alcohol that maybe I should learn to play the flute.
I had never played an instrument as a child.. Or learned to read music or anything.. Yeah.. So that was one of my big flute debuts..
With Bernie Burke.. Twinkle, twinkle little star at the heritage estates." (I could feel my face blushing some; you never know who will find it amusing and who will find it.. Stupid)
The man behind the woman at the register, he was listening too. -had no choice really. And he goes, 'I think you should have done drugs instead'
I had to laugh at that one. "Yes," I said with a smile.."I believe that was indeed the consensus after my big performance"
And they laughed back.
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But.. Heritage estates! I also have the story about rescuing midnight in the garden of good and evil..
-so I wrote that down for her too.. You have to enter that in the search bar "garden of good and evil"
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The upshot of our exchange might result in me teaching another one of my "must love blogs" classes at heritage estates. -help these remarkable seniors capture their memories for family and friends; who knows how many strangers. I certainly encourage it..
Think always.. What I wouldn't give to read from the journals of my great grandparents, grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles..etc.
Especially the feeling of reading a memory book by my grandma.. Completely glued to every word..
But there was ONLY THREE PAGES!?!? Then she stopped. Oh! I still ache over it.
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Anyway.. Ordered some business cards yesterday. I finally tired of handwriting SHEsaysWITHaSMILE.blogspot.com. in search bar, enter (variable) here.
-soon I will only write what to type in the search bar...
Sex appeal.
Seattle
Shady characters.
Sweetest kid in america.
69.
Cigarettes.
Quantum butter fly's
Robin Williams
Maya Angelou
Jeanette walls
Earthquake
Imaginary conversation
Paul McCartney
Embarrassing
Math
Money, money, money
...long list...
But not every story/post would interest every person.. So it works out kind of cool to direct people only to posts relevant to a conversation we've had.. Like the gentleman I met at the aquatic center who worked for the government on the census bureau
"Census bureau?!... Why you might be the only person I've ever met who might actually appreciate my poem: census of a different kind.. You just type that in the search bar.. Census.
Add that to my "21 reasons I love to blog". Which is now at about 213 reasons...
