Monday, September 7, 2026

Pocketful of Sunshine - Natasha Bedingfield




Hi friends,

Something about sitting in heavier than usual traffic or seeing a yellow bus drive past my windows of late reminds me of the friends who became teachers or parents or both or neither. Maybe it's the chill in the mornings when I'm taking the dogs out, a chill absent two days prior, that reminds me of walking to classes and both the teachers and other students in those classes. With the waning of daylight hours and waxing of stressors as schedules and seasons churn, I like to send out reminders that sunlight can be found anywhere. So here's some sunshine. Something to brighten the day, lighten the load, bring to remembrance existence and appreciation for both the giver and receiver. 

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

I intended to share life advice. Something like, "things the last 10 years taught me" or some such nonsense, but then halfway through I realized I would only be reiterating what people far wiser than me have already said. I'm sure most of is the same advice you've already heard. 

There's the common sense advice, of course: eat your fruits and veggies, make your bed, move your body, go outside, use sunscreen, brush your teeth, everything in moderation, respect the law, be considerate of others, be responsible, don't spend more than you earn, return what you borrow, leave places better than you found them, wear your seat belt, be gentle, be patient, keep your promises, be teachable, stand up for others, watch your tongue, watch your temper, etc. These we know, but time, pride, and experience have a way of blurring the value of these lessons. If you have to go back to the basics (I often do), that's okay. Every sunrise means a fresh chance to try again. 

The basics are more than enough to keep anyone busy, however, these are still not the lessons I wanted to focus on. I want to highlight some reflections of others and build upon them. Most of these are self reminders in areas I still need growth in, but I thought sharing would help someone else out there. After all, “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.” ~ John Donne, Meditation XVII

I also put together a couple song-inspired art pieces at the very end. Enjoy!

"I poured your tea because I wanted to, and for no other reason. ... There is nothing wrong with letting the people who love you help you." ~ Uncle Iroh, ATLA

I like helping people. I think it's important to find ways to contribute to others without hidden agendas. We need each other and it took me far too long to realize that. It took me even longer to let people in and help me instead of thinking I had to do everything myself. My independence and self-sufficiency were bragging rights, not freedom.

“Somebody's gonna drop everything

Run out and crank up their car

Hit the gas, get there fast

Never stop to think ‘What's in it for me?’

Or ‘It's way too far’

They just show on up

With their big old heart”

~ Tracy Lawrence, Find Out Who Your Friends Are

The people who want to keep you in their lives will find ways to do so. The flip side of this coin is you need to find ways to keep the people you want in your life too. Community is a two way street. Cutting every single person off has consequences as much as bending to every person's will. There is a road of balance between the two and only so much capacity you have to maintain relationships. Pick your battles. It's okay to let some relationships go to make way for new ones, but all relationships still take some amount of effort and maintenance to survive. Decide which relationships are worth keeping and be open to making new ones. It's already a lonely enough world out there. Connection matters and it's worth the effort. 

"Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a lamp burning holds and gives its light." ~ Ursula K. Le Guin, Tombs of Atuan 

Fill the vessel with light. Hold light. Spend time creating. Not for money. Not for fame. Not even for self purpose or self improvement (not that we shouldn't be striving to become better versions of ourselves, but that is a separate discussion). Create beautiful things because beautiful things are worth creating. Build, paint, draw, fix, mold, knead, type, loop, fasten, glue, hammer, stitch, bake, freeze, dry, sing, speak, strum, tap, brush, clean, push, pull, plant, water, grow, design. Whatever it is you can do to fill the world with beneficial things, do it. Do it for the sake of creating, though you get bonus points if you make something other people can enjoy. Fall in love with making again. Fall in love with living again. It's never too late to learn new hobbies. 

“Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not.”

~ Uncle Iroh, ATLA


“Cause there's no such thing as hopeless if you believe

Unsinkable ships sink, unbreakable walls break

Sometimes the things you think would never happen

Happen just like that

Unbendable steel bends

If the fury of the wind is unstoppable

I've learned to never underestimate the impossible”

~ Joe Nichols, The Impossible 

Choose life intentionally. Life is always worth living. When times are difficult, wait. Things will change. Give them time to. When something is torn, broken, and burned, it needs time to heal. Healing does not always mean a 100% restoration of what was lost, but it does mean moving forward. 

When times are good, enjoy them. Do not corrupt today's peace by looking for tomorrow's trouble. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Be grateful for the moments you have while you have them. Slow down. Be bored. Stress isn't worth it. Take care of yourself. You can't pour from an empty cup. You cannot lift and help others if you have no strength. Take stock of areas you are strong in and areas you want to improve in. Not with the goal of assigning personal worth to what you can or can't do, but to better know when to step in and when to step back.

“Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.” ~ Hub McCann, Secondhand Lions

Think of others more than you think of yourself. Our focus should be on collaboration, not competition. Thinking of another person as so much better or worse than you (because they can X, or because you don't have Y, or because they were born with Z, etc.) is still putting yourself at the center and assigning value to human beings. The sun doesn't revolve around you (or me) and that's okay. We aren't main characters tasked with saving the world from destruction (no matter how often we act it). It's okay to admit you can't control the fate of the world. It's okay to lead a quiet life, mind your own business, and work with your hands. It's okay to be ordinary. Our power is in the every day acts of the one thing we can control - ourselves. Aside from that, your life has value regardless of how much you produce. You are not any less treasured if you produce less today than you did yesterday. The lives of the elderly, the infant, the disabled, the diseased, the productive, the local, the leader, the foreign: they all have value. You have value. Simply for living. For being you. Life is precious. Treat your life like it's precious. 

"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends." ~ JRR Tolkien

Just because you believe in goodness, value life, and try to display light, does not mean everyone else will. Some people are determined to have a bad day no matter what. There is nothing you can do to change their mind. Some people move from one disaster to the next, life in constant chaos, desiring to pull as many people down with them as they can. They see evil everywhere because they seek it out and have forgotten how to unseek it. When chaos becomes normal, peace is a threat. Do all you can to show them peace in the eye, but don't get swept into their hurricane. Protect what is precious. 

Choice is our gift. When others choose darkness, hatred, and harm; choose light. When others choose apathy, detachment, and surrender; choose light. You cannot control others, but you can control yourself. You cannot change the world, but you can change yourself. You can choose joy. Choose peace. Choose faith. Choose hope. Choose love. Darkness is easy. Light must be chosen intentionally. Every week. Every day. Every moment, if need be. Choose it anyway. 

"I keep embracing each sunset

Knowing it will wane

I don't wanna look back

And wish I'd done it better

And I am facing the stars now

The joy is worth the pain

And I'll love you back

Forever and ever and ever"

~ Lacey Strum, Forever & Ever


Art Time

"Bluebird"

"And if the whole wide world stops singing

And all the stars go dark

I'll keep a light on in my soul

Keep a bluebird in my heart"

~ Miranda Lambert


"Scream"
"Just like a puzzle with the pieces out of place
Holding together
Before I break
I'll bite my tongue 'til there's nothing left to say"
~ Skillet


Remember, sunshine can be found anywhere.

Always Hope!

Friday, June 19, 2026

Mesmerized



Mesmerized 


There was a time I was once in your place.

Was bruised and broken by the truths I couldn't face.

The narrow way my path of ascension,

But off the road a glimmer caught my attention. 


I heard a cry, "Beware the mesmer!"

Already reaching out for treasure,

Like a moth, I'm drawn to my demise.

Flew down the road of good intention,

But all I saw was my reflection.

I went up against a mesmer and was mesmerized.


The curtains close. I'm trapped behind the stage

Near twisted sets and marionettes struck with age.

Masters of puppets, chaos is their art.

They seek to compromise, not heal, your broken heart. 

They'll give you masks to join their masquerade.

They hand out sweetest poisons to help soothe your pain.

Their grand illusions take you for a fool.

Can't counter them with reason, they make up the rules.


The curtains rise for main attractions.

The smoke and mirrors are distractions.

Flashing lights will leave you hypnotized. 

The bells and whistles call to action

The unaware overreactions.

Entertainers know their targets, don't be mesmerized.


Don't tempt the gamble, the buy-in is time.

Hourglass is running and you're still betting blind.

Lotus blossoms seducing you to stay.

You know the house always wins every time you play. 

Hallucination, delusion, and mirage.

The trickster’s only aim is pain and sabotage.

Don't sell your soul, there's only hell to pay.

So cut your losses, fold your hand, and walk away.


Beware the masters of deception!

They only point to misdirection.

Stitch and sew reality to size.

Don’t touch the traps designed to hurt you.

Don’t trust the acts disguised as virtue.

When you're playing with a mesmer don't be mesmerized. 


Beware the shadows. You have been advised. 

By veiling claws and teeth, they'll make you sympathize 

With wolfish smiles and tears you can't ignore.

You'll walk right past the shredded fleece across the floor.

Don't trust your eyes or dazzle of the flames.

Shut out the melody that softly sings your name.

Take off the masks they have laced with despair.

Beware the mesmer while you still have life to spare!


Take heed the cry, "Beware the mesmers!"

Escape the nets and snap the tethers!

See the mimics luring you with lies!

I say this all for your protection, 

Beware the twisters of perception!

Wake the dreaming, don't be mesmerized!


I know the truth is hard to swallow.

It hurts, but don't you dare go hollow!

Break illusions! Shatter their disguise!

You hear the laughter turn to sorrow,

But you will thank me come tomorrow.

Heed my warning, save your life, and don't be mesmerized!


Saturday, May 16, 2026

Thief

 


Thief 

(Probably banned in a specific clocktower)


(Intro)

I'll tell you a tale only known by the sages.

A dark smear of ink across Syndicate’s pages. 

Of an age filled with dragons and monsters galore.

Not a hero was left who could settle the score

So we called on a thief.


(V1)

In a time when the men of the land had red eyes

And the shadows of evil once clouded their minds,

Now, in those days the dungeons were filled to the brim

Of innocent victims for the emperor's sins. 


He was shrouded in shade. They called him a robber

Yet he never took even one hard-earned copper.

He arrived in the night and he came to set free 

All the people put under Clockwork's lock and key.

Yes, they called him a thief.


(Chorus)

Thief!

Rogue!

They call him a stray

While he lockpicks the shackles that keep them enslaved.

Crook!

Sneak!

His steps they can't track.

His people were stolen, but he stole them back.

A tale of the shadows, of tricks and disguises.

A hero of Thorae that Clockwork despises.

He's a breaker of chains and he came to release

The poor souls trapped in darkness and bring them to peace,

But they call him a thief.


(V2)

I heard Syndicate’s guards claim they saw a phantom,

A reaper in mist, and their posts they abandoned.

Chains unlocked themselves and the cell doors were haunted.

They increased the bounties. The posters said, “wanted.”


Oh, the hunters, they can't trace a hood and a mask.

All the doomed prey escaped from the emperor's grasp.

So Clockwork was had by a thief in the night,

By an outlaw who stole to make everything right, 

And they called him a thief. 


(Chorus)


(V3)

Was this shadow a prince or was he a pauper?

This burglar prevented a Syndicate slaughter. 

The empire’s traitor or man of the people?

A criminal, scoundrel, or thwarter of evil?


No one knows where he went. No one knows whence he came.

No one knows who he was and no one knows his name.

The thief might be alive and he may yet be free.

Whatever befell him, you will not hear from me 

Or my song of a thief.


(Chorus)


Oh, they called him a thief.

Hear my tale of a thief. 


Saturday, May 2, 2026

Guardian

Eyes Up

Guardian, oh, guardian, lift up your shield.
Stand against evil with courage and zeal.
Cut through the darkness with light shining new.
Carry the burden that's set before you.

Guardian, oh, guardian, our lives in your hands.
Your mercy and justice are known through these lands.
We trust your resolve not to lead us astray.
Protector of life, in your ward we will stay.

Guardian, oh, guardian, with sharp blade so bright.
Time passes on, but don't give up the fight.
Reject all temptation. Yield not to despair.
Hold to the promise. Keep vigil with care. 

Guardian, oh, guardian, I see in your eyes
The fear that both haunts you and keeps us alive.
Courage, dear heart, turn your gaze to the skies.
The stars brightest burn on the darkest of nights.

Guardian, oh, guardian, we cannot repay
Your service for keeping the demons at bay
And slaying the monsters with countenance brave.
Your acts of devotion humanity save.

Guardian, oh, guardian, lift up your shield.
Stand against evil with courage and zeal.
Our hearts go with you wherever you roam.
Guardian, oh guardian, you're never alone.
Our hearts are with you when you're far from home.
Guardian, dear guardian, you're never alone.

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Flowers of the King

 

Flowers of the King

(A Thoreaen Lament)


There once was a beautiful city,

So great and majestic was she,

With petals that rained 

And people who sang

Of the Flowers of the King.


Her maidens wore lilies and saffron.

Her princes wore poppies and rose.

No hardship she knew

Nor thistles she grew

With the Flowers of the King.


In winter, she slept ‘neath the mountain.

The summers she greeted with spring.

No realm did compare 

To that city so fair,

Called the Flowers of the King.


Her rivers of gold now in tarnish;

Her garden has withered away.

The autumn bells rang

When her knights were slain

For the Flowers of the King.


We bleed for the city of crimson!

We weep for the city of kings!

We mourn for the dead

In that city of dread.

Oh, the fall of Bllawhannanree!


A tear for the city of blessings.

A sigh for the city of peace.

We march ever on

To the sound of the song,

The Flowers of the King.