Random Musings

joy-2483926_960_720

Slide across a rainbow
Kiss the midday sun
Swim with the dolphins
Now there’s some intense fun

Lick a bright red lollipop
Hug a crying friend
Build a fort or treehouse
See what’s lurking round the bend

Throw a glitzy party
Give jelly sandwiches to the poor
Catch a flight to Denver
Who’s that knocking at the door?

Toss the ball right over
Sail off to the ends of the earth
Drink a bottle of champagne every day
Find the sum of all you’re worth

Dance an Irish jig
Make a wish under a harvest moon
Go in search of buried treasure
Find that lost helium filled balloon

Eat loads of chunky monkey ice cream
Be happy in the midst of the storm
Read by the light of a candle
Crochet a blanket to keep you warm

Send secret messages while sleeping
Peel potatoes for the stew
Put lights up on the eaves
Celebrate each day that you’re you

Believe in forever and evers
Set the moon ablaze
Splash under a crowded waterfall
Count your blessings now and always

© 2017 Michelle Cook

Soar

A dandelion seed
That’s what you are
Neither here nor there
Gliding gleefully
Flying ever so high
The current as your companion

Floating on the sea of life
I see you there and I’m smiling
As the sun shines upon your face
Listening to the birdsong of tranquility
Holding steadfast to the feather of peace
As the waves of contentment wash over your beautiful soul

Happiness abides within you
Carrying you to the ends of the earth
A heart so full of blissful wonder
A head so unaware of the passing of time
All the things that really matter
You’ve found them
Now hold on tight

© 2025 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Trying…

We take the good with the bad, all the while just praying that the next thing that comes isn’t more of the stuff that keeps us awake at night. Our minds drift in and out of memories, some too hard to cling to for very long. Those are the recollections we try to leave behind, but they end up sitting like an undigestible pit, and oh, the ache they bring! I try only to remember the good, but oh, how the bad torments me so. The bad seems to weigh significantly more and is noticeably burdensome as it tugs at my side. The good is light and fluffy, like a soft, comfy pillow. And yet, it’s much easier to forget the good, as I’ve become so immersed in its feeling that I soon forget where it came from in the first place. But we mustn’t forget! Happiness and good days should be cherished and treasured without fail; the locket of bright and lovely things should be kept close to our hearts so we have it with us wherever we go. Today, I’m holding onto the good, trying to erase most of the bad. I may not get there, but at least I’m trying.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Words matter

Words will always matter more than anything else; whether they are written or said, they serve as an evidenced reminder that we are more than outer shells of flesh and bone. Some might even argue that many words are cliche, such as overused sentiments that leave us indifferent, yearning for more. But in the right conversation, words can be so intriguing. Words can be used to begin wars, but they can also absorb all the pain and frustration from a day we’d rather not remember. And to be able to harness such words and use them in the most perfect moment is profoundly important and immeasurably meaningful. I can’t think of a more useful form of communication, and yet we hardly ever think before we speak, slathering words all around like we don’t even care which ones we use. It takes a shrewd intellect to be able to sling the right words at the right time. It’s a skill we take our entire lives to learn. Writers practice the craft daily with paper and pen, persistence and precision, guiding every stroke. But what about the regular bloke who never hones his expressions? Should he be blamed for his inconsistency and inarticulateness? As writers, I think we have a great responsibility to teach, guide, show, and tell; explaining the very nature behind our chosen words is of the utmost importance. Those concerned with words will always have wisdom welling up inside them because a writer is also a reader with a huge appetite, catching every last crumb on the tip of their tongue. Those written words, read so carefully, often turn into ideas that will one day bleed from a page of their own. It is a life lesson to be had and, eventually, a brilliant mind to behold; reading and writing will never get old.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


Photo generated with AI

Sharing a post from my newest blog

Hello all… Just wanted to introduce you to my newest blog. I have been working on this idea for quite some time, and I just went live a few minutes ago. As you can see, I’ve done some rebranding of my name to become more discoverable online but feel free to still call me ~M if my nickname “Ellie” is confusing to you. I love you guys and hope you’re having a wonderful day. ~M (Aka ~Ellie 😉 xoxo

*Oh and a few people have been having a hard time finding the link to my new site. So here it is in case the one above doesn’t work. ellieevermore.com