NO More, No more, no more. She said, no more. No more, She said again; just to be sure. hiding, lying no more. No More being dead deaf dumb bled. No more she said. Of walking away no more. run You saw me but I said No more. I remember why but no more can I deny the reason why. Should I too haunt the … Continue reading No More
I decided last night that the flowery flag at my stoop had to go. As I was exchanging the flowery flag for the loons flag, I recalled the day I had bought that Loony flag. It was the day I came back, the day Tim picked me up from the Homestead, in November of 2010. The day I decided to go back to him, and … Continue reading The Loon Flag is Hung
Defines, the very essence of who I want to be. With every breath, there is the grace, of a kind, beautiful, soul. She moves, loves, and never hates, this woman I have in mind. I take her with me on walks, and she’s there every time I talk, this woman I have in mind. She inspires, and I admire, her smile and her cool style. And the … Continue reading That Woman
In my last post I mentioned following my wyrd. I want to expand on that, as it’s a concept I’ve bounced around with often in the past. It’s a paraphrasing of a quote I ran into…years ago “follow your weird, ladies and gentlemen, forget trying to pass for normal“. Does anyone know what that’s from? I had a hard time finding really a good reference … Continue reading This is Wyrd, or am I Weird?
The Homestead has a new addition…her name is Stella. She is a 16 week old bundle of puppy goodness…with gigantic paws, and gangly legs. She is a hybrid/mutt…part this part that…just like her golden cousin, Irish. With her long legs, and her big, ol’paws, to say she looks awkward is an understatement…and of course as cute as a button. From her puppy dog eyes, down … Continue reading Stella, the Black Irish Lass~y
Walls for the wind And a roof for the rain, And drinks by the fire. Laughter to cheer you And those you love near you And all that your heart my desire! from the book ~ Irish Blessings Continue reading Irish Blessings
So there was poor Fred, all hunched over in the middle of my Sisters van. He’s not very happy right now. Like, at all. Dry as a bone too…my sister doesn’t, ahem, have a green thumb. Not black, just…not green. She had picked me up earlier in the day, her and the girls (my nieces). We went out to lunch, just the 4 of us…I … Continue reading Moving Fred To His New Home
She’s just a mutt…yet as with many dogs, she is so much more. Showing up in the midst of a blizzard back in January of 2010, she came just in time to our door. Lost, cold, and scared, we welcomed her in with love. Actually, I fell in love with her at first sight…she melted my heart. There she stood, in all her golden fluffiness, … Continue reading The Teacher and I
I’ve worked on a phone, whether it be customer service or sales, for almost 25 years now. In that time, I’ve learned something important – I deal with men a lot easier than with women. Which is interesting, because I tend to as well have more male friends than female. I don’t deal as well with most females, and I don’t have very many close … Continue reading On Learning How To Make Friends
How is the weather in PaulaB-land you may ask…and the answer this morning would be…delightful & snowy. Yes, we have crossed the threshold into winter, and the land is covered in a blanket of white. Cars slip and slide around the parking lots, and everywhere you can hear the ‘squeeeeesssshhh’ of tires on slick & slushy roads. My happiness felt so spontaneous and pure. I … Continue reading The Whether Station: a redux
As the bile that rose in my throat brought forth a rage that I could not ignore, I found myself verbally attacking this racist, Nazi sympathizer. Young though he may have been (21 perhaps), the garbage he believed was quite unbelievable. I don’t know what crap he’d been reading, or what he was involved with, but at some point he’d been made to believe that the Holocaust was no big deal, and that there really were not that many Jews who died…that it was all this North American propaganda or some such. Continue reading The Neo-Nazi and the Dutch Guy
Intense is the red wine stain on my new carpet. Intense is the emotions that riddle my waking mind & spirit. Intense is the last few years of my life, the emotions they have conjured and the state of mind that now finds me slightly adrift. Intense was the hangover that is a product of that red wine stain. Intense is the sadness that permeates … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Intense
The Temenos Journal 