Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Delicious Delight


Hope you are having a delicious day of delight and wonder at the colors and textures dancing before your mind's eye in a kaleidoscope of orgasmic revelation.

Peace. Love. Joy. Compassion.

31 comments:

Anonymous said...

Trée your own description says it all. I LOVE this picture! Thank you for posting it.

Anonymous said...

:-) Luuurvvveee it!
Just beautiful and that sentence, well, we may thank Tracey for bringing it forth, but boy oh boy, must we credit the man who said it. Effin amazing choice of words! As said, luuurvvveee it :-)

Trée said...

Terry, this is one of those days where the creative juices are just flowing. I've got two more images I could post right now--one is a tribute to my dad that I will post in the early morning. He died at 4:04am one year ago from tomorrow. I'm calling that one "Check-six." Has a military theme (my dad was a Marine) and it has a final minutes you ain't getting out of this one theme too since he was unable to run from cancer. Hard to believe it's been a year. Look for it tomorrow.

So glad you liked this one. It's gonna be my new wallpaper. :-)

Trée said...

Oh Sunshine, you always know how to make me smile and for that I will be eternally 29 in my heart. :-)

Hugs and kisses and perhaps a little more just to be safe. :-)

Anonymous said...

Saw your comment on Keshi's blog, was going to leave you a :-) and a (hug) for when you woke tomorrow morning :-).
Looking forward to seeing your tribute.
Young at heart, for sure and always.
& you already know, I'll take all them spare/unwanted kisses ;-)

Anonymous said...

Trée, perfect, just perfect :0)

Anonymous said...

Please accept my deepest sympathy for the lost of your Dad. It has been almost 3 years since I lost my Mother, and it is still difficult to go through Thanksgiving without her. I am looking forward to your image tomorrow.

Anonymous said...

Trée, I know you will do a wonderful tribute for your dad.
How are you doing? That first year was very rough for me, especially the holidays


many many hugs my sweet, and lots more where that came from :0)

Anonymous said...

Wow! beautiful! you have a delightful day as well!
Thanks! :)

Trée said...

Hi Kathy. Thanks for dropping by and saying hello. Don't be a stranger. :-)

Trée said...

The tribute tomorrow is the image of a lone fighter plane just flying along with two enemy planes approaching from the rear in formation. The lone plane stands no chance against this attack just as my father stood no chance against cancer.

It's not a "wow, pretty" image and might not mean much to anyone else, but I'd like to think if my dad saw it he would give me that smile that told me he approved.

Trée said...

Thanks Terry.

Trace, the last twelve months have been the hardest in memory. No worries. Many good teachers have been with me this past year and I've taken lots of notes.

A, you are a sweet woman. Thanks my dear.

Anonymous said...

No worries. Many good teachers have been with me this past year and I've taken lots of notes.


Trée, nothing else to say, except you know I am here if need be.

(hugs)

I can't wait to see it, it sounds amazing and full of your heart and soul, which can never be a bad thing.

Anonymous said...

'the last twelve months have been the hardest in memory.'
'Many good teachers have been with me this past year and I've taken lots of notes.'
Would feel very bad for you, were it not for the fact, I know you have almost certainly succeeded in balancing the first with the second.
Mighty bear hugs anyway though, x

Trée said...

Sunshine, I have so many blessings in my life. Besides, would the flowers bloom without a little rain pouring the universe of love and care into them? :-)

Anonymous said...

Trée. Very cool pic and description.

My Dad died a little over ten years ago from a second stroke. That entire first year was wretched. even though we didn't have a good relationship, it was still hard having to face all those "firsts". It has slowly gotten better.

Anonymous said...

Do you come in pocket size?
I'd carry you around like a lucky rabbit's foot or similar and whenever I felt like the forces were against me, so to speak, I'd pull you out and be reminded thereby to count all the many ways in which I am so unbelievably fortunate.
:-)

Anonymous said...

Have it all worked out - there would be a little button on the back and when it is pressed any one of those little wonderful phrases that you are so good for would sound out :-)
I'll get a bunch and give them out as christmas gifts, solving the eternal problem of what to get everyone.
On a side note, the thing with the 'forces' is you just have to know which way to turn in order to have the wind from behind so as to push you forward :-)
Feeling chatty tonight, blame Tracy and Justin, they've kept me babbling for hours now.

Trée said...

A, the bubble dolls are still in production so you'll have to wait a little longer--ROTFLMAO!

That's the funniest thing I've read all day. Thanks sweetheart for that. :-)

Trée said...

Thanks Ciera. My dad never found much peace on this earth so I'd like to think this has been the best year of his after life life. :-)

Anonymous said...

ROFL, now that needs to go on my Christmas wish list :0)



and contrary to what Autumn says, she is just being cheeky :0) its not my fault LOL

Trée said...

A, sounds like a plan. You're hired as my marketing director. :-)

Anonymous said...

Fabulous - I'm sure we could see them by the thousands, 50/50 on the profits :-)



Nighty night,
worry not,
I'll be back soon
lol

Anonymous said...

see = sell, definitely time for bed :-)

Trée said...

Sunshine goes to bed just as the sun sets here in Tennessee. Sleep tight and hurry back darlin'. :-)

Anonymous said...

Weeee!! I'm dizzy from the fun of this one. So wild and lively....hmmm....reminds me of you!

Anonymous said...

I want a Trée doll too!!

Trée, you are my inspiration. I sincerely hope you know that.

The pending photo of fighter planes would be greatly appreciated by my father...and then by me as well. He always wanted to be a pilot. Those plans escaped in a hail of children and responsibilities. Still he dreams though. I see it in his eyes.

Anonymous said...

what more is pure bliss...

Keshi.

Trée said...

Aggie, sell everything you own and come up here. I've got a tree we could live in and they say if we wait long enough we might even see Christopher Robin. ;-)

Trée said...

Just Keshi, that's all. ;-)

Anonymous said...

"sell everything you own and come up here"

Brings to mind a Peter Gabriel song: "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."

In my dreams, I am on my way. They are good dreams!