11:11 Angels Message Board

Run With The Unexpected — by Aryae Coopersmith

So many portals to you

Hindu, Jew, Sufi, Sikh,

artist, lover, dancer, explorer, peace-warrior.


Children, strangely familiar,

are rushing up to greet and initiate you.

Joyful ravens are singing you

their call and response from scattered trees,

while humming humming birds dart through the bushes below.

A mystic moon facing your face is fading into morning.


Run with the wind into places unknown to you

where fantastic fungi and trembling ferns and wild lilies

are weaving exuberant streams

for you to ride on, into the heart of wildness.


When a too predictable life has become stale and tired:

Run with the unexpected.


Learn the secret.


Keep your promises,

the sacred ones,

to those you love,

those who trust and depend on you,

yourself.


Break your promises,

the other ones,

the habit-threads you’ve woven

into the net that has caught you.

How?


Run with the unexpected!

Oh Wow!

My version of "Old Sparky" was tingling me all over with that poem...
"Run With the Unexpected"

Hmmm I have a strong sensation that this is important for me today, tomorrow... definitely sometime soon.

Thanks Welles!

Sandy

Welles,
I LOVE THIS! So uplifting.

Interesting enough today I was outside running. Well, running for me! A perfect blue sky, slight breeze, sunny sky. The house we're staying was built maybe in the late thirties, so the yard is like a rich thick carpet of green grass interspersed with volunteer grape hyacinths, daffodils, English daisies, and happy dandelions. A huge blue spruce gifted us pinecones, and majestic birch contributed slim fallen branches for our nests. Thankfully scraggily lilacs broke my fall from trying to walk on tree stumps.

This poem reflects the carefree feeling I experienced today. So, perfect is the timing of it's posting! Lol, most people would not expect to see an old grandma running, squawking and flapping her 'wings'. My three-year-old granddaughter and I traded roles of being robins chasing eagles, to rainbow turkeys trying to eat rainbow eagles. Suddenly the turkey turned into a tiger that was able to jump up and catch the eagle mid-flight. All the while we scanned for morel mushrooms near rotting tree trunks.

Thank you for posting this Welles. It was a treat to read.

Kim

Reading your adventures with your granddaughters, Kim, is also a treat. Makes me long to get out in the yard and "flap my own wings."

Love to all you robins, rainbow turkeys, rainbow eagles and tigers...
Sandy

Did you find any mushrooms?

Sandy,
We did find mushrooms! Four beauties each about 3 1/2 inches tall. I'm going to cook them up in a few minutes. "Slurp!" A little slug crawled out of one. His name was Grassy Sluggy. He was our pet for a couple of hours, then we watched as he slowly slid out of the jar into the grass. I wanted to see how long it took. Believe it or not it was 1:11:12 minutes.

Yesterday Nova and I were strutting peacocks, then all of the sudden I was an archaeopteryx, claws on the end of my wings and all! And Nova was a tiger that ate dinosaurs. No wait I was a dinosaur that ate tigers! Nope the tiger ate dinosaurs again! I was the wing flappiest archaeopteryx you ever saw! Then we both nibbled on Ginger(our dog) for a few minutes. Needless to say we ate our fill.

Everyone should try flapping their wings every now and then.

Love,
Kim

This is beautiful.

Hey KIm,

With all that eating I'm not sure those "nibbly" critters will want any supper.

Have fun!
love,
Sandy