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a lesson from above

soaking up the rays

there is much more to the eye

than a crystal blue sky ~

it is a powerful reminder

to be grateful

for each moment given….

to be alive.

**though we have had vortexes combined with snow, ice, wind gusts, rain, thunder, lightning, melting, flooding….all within a period of a few weeks…we have had a few sunny days with no clouds and beautifully incandescent blue skies….

February 16, 2019 at 3:28 pm 1 comment

we bring our chapters to life

through

stories etched in moments passed

and

time unbeknownst to the author’s pen.

February 12, 2019 at 1:45 pm 2 comments

Monday in Paris

Pont Alexandre III Bridge

“such quiet

beauty

has

embraced

my rackety soul ~ ~ ~”

Paris….to be continued….

February 11, 2019 at 2:08 pm 2 comments

cognitive couching

the cliche states ~

“Dream big or go home.”

I disagree.

I say ~

“Even the tiniest of dreams

is

a reason to stay.”

February 10, 2019 at 4:37 pm 2 comments

i can still wish…

*

three years without you has been an adventure ~

a never-ending roller coaster of life ~ ~

where the valleys have out numbered the peaks.

i still miss you everyday

and

hear your voice and laughter

and

wish you would return,

though

i know you cannot make the journey

but

still… a girl can wish upon stars and shiny pennies… can she not?

*

maybe one day,

you will drop by and pay us a little visit ~

hang out like we used to….

we can take in a movie

and

eat all of our favorite naughty foods

or

go cruising in Starla and camping in the Vee.

i know the boys would be all for it

and

Sydnee Pee would certainly not object,

though you may have to fight for a spot on her couch.

yes,

you heard me correctly – ‘her’ couch.

*

a girl can still wish

and

i will keep on wishing

and

i will – we will – continue loving you.

i can assure you of this ~

forever.

*

thinking.....thinking.....

the three boys thinking…..thinking…..

*

March 13, 2015 at 12:15 pm 22 comments

the puzzle

there are so many pieces

strewn

about the table.

i carefully organize each

one.

face up, straight edges,

corners, same colors,

and

i sit for hours

~ connecting ~

finding pairs, perfect fits,

arranging and re-arranging

~ watching ~

a snapshot unfold.

minute-by-minute,

piece-by-piece,

until all can be assembled.

i stand and stare

looking down at the gaps.

many pieces are missing or broken.

i take apart each

one,

place them into a box

~ turn ~

and

walk away…

this puzzle may remain as is

~ unfinished ~

in a box

or

not…

only time will tell…

March 2, 2015 at 2:56 pm 16 comments

where i see…

February 17, 2015 at 9:15 pm 5 comments

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