Spirituality/Consciousness
Daily Meditations
L.F. Peterson (C) Copyright 2026
Prose and meditations written in the Fall of 2021. I offer for your reading enjoyment daily observations and impressions from the window of my mind. This is my second book on prose written in a simple format with dates rather than titles for your reference.
Oct 29, 2021
An introspective day to give way to thoughts of times gone, moments moving away into the vagary distance without resistance like a long, flat obdurate lawn sowed and mowed by time’s scythe, smoothing writhe slazy hedges with tolerant abscondence of hazy conscience when recollecting affecting events and mischance.
Forgetting, the benevolent brief relenting relief from the hounds of harried pursuit, to mute without refute the drama and karma awaiting the seer who peers into the steadfast past, standing immobile like a wall, aghast despite designations and resignations, worn withered halls now festooned with collections of prior deeds, the seeds of chance and circumstance.
Still I seek the sun’s expression despite digression, to mount and rout the languishing anguish with warmth on my face, and remove doubt with light and illumination where once was night filled with shadows of dreams deferred. Regrets are debts with hidden assets to be mined, milled and refined both now and then, and hereafter like an obscure enduring old friend of stalwart affection to vanquish the suffocating weeds, mistakes and misdeeds railing and wailing like an obdurate obstruction to peace of mind, or at the very least to proffer and offer a kind and forgiving tone to leave a grieving conscience alone.
Oh the begets of regrets, the snapping maw to stick in the craw and smolder the holder of reminiscence, the fetid incense of denial now wafting on trial in the mind’s eye, to sully the sky of providence like a bottomless pit where unfulfilled memories now sit. How I yearn to return to the urn filled with ashes of decisions gone awry and remove the dots and dashes of hesitation, thus avoiding derision and punition of lost opportunity. Let providence be warned, for the scorned events of the past now stand before me, like a vast sea of cognizance, to remind me time is fleeting, and in terms of passion, retreating like a genie into a lamp, for turning one’s back on affection is the wrong direction I have learned, and so yearn for a second chance to dance with happenstance.
There is no glory in the fearing and peering into the gory past at the throng of mocking, talking faces aghast from rejection when selection would have been the better choice and cause celebre to rejoice. Despair derives from the contrived absence of care for another I have been wont to discover. Not words of woo to misconstrue, but more a confession and lesson of ardor spurned, turned cold to smolder like dry ice in an abandoned bucket with sharp edges to slice my Soul with forlorn thoughts of shoulds and oughts as a part of my longing heart grows older.
October 31, 2021
A dreary, overcast day soon salvaged by a rhythmic, metrical breeze sauntering and cavorting across labile leaves within a chimerical forest forest filled with darting diadems and fanciful faeries seizing and seducing the imagination. Symphonies of winsome, rapturous memories filled with facon de parlers conjure a conflagration within mind’s eye inviting and delighting suspired sighs exhaled and assailed with irresistible whispers of regaling allurement. Susurrated secrets and desultory dreams conspicuously conspire and clamor within the ramparted ravines and uncharted caracolic caverns of my transcendental consciousness.
Delightful doting bliss falls atop bleak landscapes providing euphoric eulogies where angels sing heavenly hymns of ecstasy and exaltation in commemoration of promised passion as reward for my sustained reverie. A recurring stream of boundless consciousness emerges, designed by creed to confront the poignant, vacuous void of self imposed solitary confinement hunting and haunting like a grim reaper on this cold, desolate day. Grateful for occasional sun and the beautiful yet mocking medley of irresistible solace portrayed in the happy tune from glistening glass panels of wind chimes, reminiscent of faithful pilgrims on fateful journeys seeking to demystify life’s secrets.
Sacred the indomitable spirit when aligning with proverbial plateaus of promise in refusing to surrender to notions of reclusion and isolation. The echoing pang and sharp fangs of denial frequently pursue and persecute like howling hounds, yet; cannot stand long against salvation and survival willingly combining with fantasy to form a synthesis of aliment to sustain lonely souls. Visions and flashes of destinies afford higher validations with glowing crowns ever present in lambent stars rotating and radiating with reassuring resonance. Lustrous paths to higher realities and gratuitous grace awaken dormant sensorial senses to augment liberty and freedom in anticipation of new fortuitous possibilities for expanding passion’s providence.
Captivated and distracted from this cold day by the breeze, long I stand, waiting, as serendipity seizes my heart, extending its titillating tendrils like a warm cloak of intrigue to capture the receptive resonance of my being. Where once dwelled despair, hope draws near with shapes of joy emerging centroid from the void with outstretched arms and bewitching charms as I patiently await the event.
November 1, 2021
A dog barking at the break of day roused me from my sleep to a delightful display of sun rays kissing my face, and not surprisingly my mood changed from dour to fleur as light waxed bright and lured my sight with fascination to the horizon. My gaze rose with transpose like a bright colored kite with a fanciful tail, in full regale. Through the window acorns abound the deck and ground, with bushy tailed squirrels scurrying about in preparation for colder days. One familiar furry denizen sat atop the rail, flipping and preening tail while staring into my eyes, sizing up my gaze and perhaps commiserating warmer days gone past, and far too short did they last. It hurried down the rail to avail a better take of the morning brew I habitually make. A good start to my day I must say.
November 3, 2021
Wednesday, a sky blue day with sun shining blinding bright so perfect for riding bike with terrier in carrier, ears flapping in the wind, yet disciplined despite twirls from squirrels on the road, rising not to the goad, far merrier every bit to sit tall, wide eyed and ajar with pride as we cycle through the countryside. Long shadows cross and emboss the lane whilst a distant toddle of a train whistle retains and ordains my dawdling woodsy reverie. Lost in thought, caught in the mystic magic of the moment, nature becomes the jewel of renewal and the agent of nourishment consoling the very fabric of my Soul.
Dreams, the inseams of the unconscious kind pointing to an endless string of reveries yet to come, to find and remind of pastimes stroking and evoking pleasures soaring and spiraling above the fray, revealing different possibilities which may, like sweet, light puffy pastries of delight, titillate and tease the senses with verse and stanzas and brushes of very imaginable color to confer myrrh and bolster the heart with melodies and symphonies of Mozart. What happened to visions of grandeur, the provocative detours from sanity to procure and restore faith, a wraith insubstantial, but never dull, essential to uplift the spirit from the morose manifestations of a humorless fate, redeeming harsh and deflating times with splendor to succor life giving kindness and selfless devotion to affection.
November 6, 2021
Rain, night and day, sky gray, no play, holed up inside, too cold to ride my bike or take a hike, music on to psych me to do more than drink espresso or so to dine on the less than sublime, cold dough of fortnights pizza, an easy feast, ah wow, consider how the crust is now the consistency and buoyancy of balsa wood, but still good, or at least the dogs think, drooling, and soon to abscond the bland wedge from my hand should I blink.
November 7, 2021
I have chores within these doors, laundry, dishes and floors, all feigned wishes and sinfully awaiting my return with vacuum, sponge and mop, and yet I lunge not to presume the needful, stopping just short of embarkation, more heedfully inclined to enjoy another day of vacation, nothing formal, just another excuse to enjoy my normal low stress life. After all, behave yourself, there are still dishes on the shelf, so no rush to the sink drain, wink wink. How procrastination sweetens the spice of life with the absence of action, squeezing joy from playing hooky, a meaningful pastime. I always get around to it, despite a flit of conscience, for now I sit, a respite, no hurry to leap with impatience to the deed. Rather, I heed calls to ponder, daydreaming of yonder pursuits, a little aerosol will freshen up, until such time I measure up and get to work, I think and laugh with a smirk.
November 14, 2021
Crows cawing and blawing, parading on my roof, still others perched in nearby trees, aloof, with flashing wings and flirting tails, leaping like black sails on a vertical blue sea, first one, then two, then three join the aerial melee. Whether cocky or cranky I am unsure; yet, can attest with certainly to their cliquey spirited overture. A skein of geese reign higher up, their honks like trumpets interrupt, galloping like wanton steeds across the sky, flying south with final goodbye in cadence with the change in solstice, for nature’s seductive stylus beckons with a speechless tune, resonating with brilliance the promise of renewal like a crowned jewel of priceless fare, wrapped in a gossamer nest woven with the finest care.
A lone lizard reposed on the stair, oblivious to my curious stare, no hurry to scurry into the slurry of leaves, as if to remind me to let nature be, and revel with jubilation in the process of rapturous transformation.
November 15, 2021
Morning sunbeams shine through my studio window, my easel aglow with sublime light, warm flows of serene music wrap me like a comfy cloak of mystical atmosphere, cohere with steam rising from my coffee stained cup to waft and wake me up. A furry fellow, my ever present hound, lay on my lap without interrupt save for a breathing sound, an early nap of mellow repose, my steadfast mascot patiently biding time as I compose a thought, wiping sleep from my eyes to better surmise the glorious sunrise.
November 17, 2021
A smiling face, like grace from a white rose, pure and sublime in pose, reflecting light with contagious, ceaseless delight to brighten the solemn mood, an anthem flourishing and nourishing the soul presenting an unrelenting refreshing stroll within a festooned forest, like chorused hymns from angel’s wings, or laughter from a cherubim, a frisk bloom to wisk away doom and dismay, graced and replaced with bouquets of fanciful petals and dimples of cheer within an enchanted frontier to revere with sincere affection, relieving the heaviest burden like feisty dolphins frolicking in the sea, silly, sprightly and sweetly engaged to assuage the bleakest of days with playful joy in waves and crests and blessed gateways to affection, all from a simple reflection of a smile to beguile me.
November 18, 2021
Pervading thoughts of reverie, phantoms riding a boisterous sea of unconscious memories at dawn, glimpses goading change to rearrange the frame and fabric of my mind, kind, caressing like delicate falling snow from distant dimensions where convention is obscure and pure fantasy rejects the rigidity of determination. A pilgrim pursing passages less traveled, unknown spots and plots unraveled with mystique, a peek into things to come, a drum pulsing to a different tune, like the drone of a joyful cricket in a magic thicket of wild flowers where showers of imagination confront without cessation.
November 19, 2021
What if a miraculous moment gave way to every desire, a priceless porcelain dish proffering every wish like a festive feast of fealty, loyal and royally steadfast in generosity, granting every last command, grand in scope like a kaleidoscope devoid of consideration or adumbration to fleeting time, fawning sublime with salacious fantasies like eternal sand extending into vast seas of endless possibilities. Sensorial magnificence with munificence for every materialistic rapacious desire. Behold the untold raging and staging of capacious embers, pining thirst coveting insatiable fervor ingrained and sustained like an artifact of confection with the promise of ascension bearing witness to the sweetness and persistence of an appetent existence.
Glorious gleaned riches of ravenous compulsion are fetched and fancily stretched eternally into distant horizons, shining like denizen dawns of brilliance with rare gems the size of globes sewn into hems of fine robes of refinement? Every star knelt in genuflection from afar to every whim and sing hymns of fancy to thee like a sumptuous lea of galore and glamour; yet, with one slight consideration or asseveration if you will, a forevermore fate of isolation. What bounty or bargain if life becomes forfeited without caring for the missed and dismissed sharing with a mate with which to scheme and dream? Lavish, garish fanfares devoid of devotion and passion rapidly collapse and relapse into vapid snares preventing sate or relenting escape. Without a mate the gate to renewal and resurrection is no longer a priceless undertaking, forsaking and sacrificing for glitter is effete when sustainable gold with tenfold riches are at your feet so readily afforded and discovered in the outstretched arms of another.
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