“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It Goes On.”
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Showing posts with label daydream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daydream. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

I Wish I Were...



In the middle of an island, in the middle of an ocean.....



Which way are you heading?! Cheers!  #Caribbean #Travel












"...There is a good kind of waiting which doesn’t put oneself on hold but rather adds layers to the grandness of one’s being worthy. This sweet waiting for one’s fruits to ripen doesn’t stumble over itself to be the first to give but waits for the giving to issue at its own graceful pace."  --2014 © Toko-pa Turner







TONY BENNETT
"In The Middle Of An Island"
(Nick Acquaviva and Ted Varnick)

In the middle of an island
In the middle of the ocean
You and I beneath the moonlight
With just the monkeys and the palm trees

In the middle of an island
When it's time to do some kissin'
Plenty time for lotsa lovin'
And walkin' barefoot in the sand

Though there's no island at all
Just a picture on my wall
My darlin', how I wish we could be
(I wish that we could be)

In the middle of an island
In the middle of the ocean
You and I forever, darlin'
In a paradise for two
(In a paradise for two)


Though there's no island at all
Just a picture on my wall
My darlin', how I wish we could be
(I wish that we could be)

In the middle of an island
In the middle of the ocean
You and I forever, darlin'
In a paradise for two
(In the middle of the ocean)
(On an island kissin' you)








Tropical Island (1 oz coconut rum 1 oz spice rum  1 oz banana liqueur 2 oz pineapple juice 2 oz orange juice a splash of grenadine)



Tropical Island 
1 oz coconut rum 
1 oz spice rum 
1 oz banana liqueur 
2 oz pineapple juice 
2 oz orange juice 
a splash of grenadine







Flamingos in The Shade on a Tropical Beach, Renaissance Island, Aruba | Get Into An Island Frame Of Mind | View Vacation Packages!





Sandman :)  Make your sandman along the shore of Hutchinson Island here in Jensen Beach!

  



Tahitian Sunset



Hope you enjoyed this little escape. 
It's still cold, it's still winter, but I can always dream....

See you in blogland!
~~Diane~~

Image source: some are from Microsoft images others from Pinterest

Friday, January 31, 2014

The Playhouse

As a child, did you ever have a playhouse or treehouse?

When I was little, about 7 or 8, I had an actual house for a playhouse. Our family farm had a one bedroom house set several hundred feet away from the main house behind some trees. It had been built back in the early 1900's for the farm-hand to live in. It had no indoor plumbing, but it did have a sink (the water was caught underneath in a bucket). There was a hand pump outside for water. It also had an outhouse. The house was occupied most of the time up until the mid 1950's and then rendered vacant for a decade or so.  It was finally sold to a neighbor and was moved and turned into a small lake cabin.

During it's vacant period, my cousin and I transformed it into a very fine playhouse for a couple of summers. My cousin was older than me and was good at improvising, we scrounged a few odds and ends from the house that my mother let us have. The cats and dogs were our kids and we had a grand old time in there. We did lots of pretending and dreaming there, many fantasy cakes and cookies and fabulous fun was had!

We were already re-purposing and recycling before it was trendy and I don't think we ever uttered the words, "We're Bored!" once. It was the best playhouse ever!  I think my mother loved it; we were not underfoot and she knew we were safe and occupied!

The sweet little poem below sparked my memory of my playhouse, I hope you enjoy it and the cute illustrations by Lois Maloy.




Tell me about your playhouse! ~ Diane



Friday, January 18, 2013

Magical Thinking



My mother used to tell me to “get out of your dream world” and clean your room, dust, practice the piano, hoe the garden etc. I usually obliged and did the mundane and boring task she had requested of me. Even when I was doing those things (especially dusting), my mind would revert back into that dream world I had concocted.  










When I was really young (around 5), I was a singer. We lived close to a very small town.  I sang at church, community events and anywhere somebody needed free entertainment and a cute kid.  Sometimes I sang alone, other times with a couple of other kids. I imitated singers of that time period; I imagined that someday I would be a successful singer on a stage somewhere. When I got a little older and more self-aware and experienced stage fright for the first time, I realized that becoming a famous star was not going to happen. My first dream shattered. 












I recovered; I was a virtual Walter Mitty. There I was, riding my imaginary horse and galloping through the imaginary fields (ages 8-13; horse obsession). I think I used my imagination a lot when I was a child; I did live in the country miles away from other kids after all. I never had an imaginary friend or anything like that, but I always found new and fun things to do. We had hundreds of acres of land to explore and I would go off into the trees and observe the birds and other animals. I loved to see what the farm animals were doing. The farm cats and dogs sometimes accompanied me, but often I was on my own. I imagined all sorts of crazy things. Witches in the grove of trees near our house... there was a huge black cauldron out there! I read a lot as a kid and I think that helped to fuel my imagination. Ursala Le Guin was a favorite author of mine.





Source: cuded.com via CraveCute on Pinterest



Of course from age 13 my horse obsession turned into a variety of obsessions that changed throughout the years! Back in my young adult years, when I was working two jobs and going to school, I don’t think I had the time or energy for my imagination. If I had any free time, I was sleeping!









Now that I’m older, I still find myself day-dreaming now and then. 
Often just a picture or a fragrance can send my mind off to another time and place. 
Perhaps it’s a memory or an imagination of what might have been or what could be.