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Month: July 2016
Just Her And I
Soon as I saw that white shaggy snow covered coat and her scared brown eyes, it was clinched. Poor dog, she accidently ran away and got lost in the snow, that cold January of 2010 at the lake. When the owner told us she couldn’t keep her, well I turned to Tim, and he to me, and we smiled. I couldn’t even imagine back then … Continue reading Just Her And I
The Morning I Went to The Meadow
it drew me towards the soothing languishing rustling grasses and well worn paths. it teaches patience silence sacrifice. it asked and so I gave back something that was mine to give with the morning dew it blessed me. for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Cherry On Top Continue reading The Morning I Went to The Meadow
And The Earth Under Our Feet
Your generation is far more in touch with themselves than we were. Young girls today have choices ahead of them, that I would imagine can be overwhelming. Certainly, my generation of girls was never a very active bunch, in terms of sports. It was frowned upon. Those Great Granddaughters of mine are becoming such strong, capable young ladies. Hockey was a good choice for them, … Continue reading And The Earth Under Our Feet
Me And The Moon And The Sun
Got a bit of a shock at the market. Whilst picking up a salad for me, and kibble for the fluffy one, and who should appear? I mean, it is a small place and I guess I’ll just have to get used to seeing that blue.eyed.boy from time to time. Not 100% certain he saw me, but I’m 99.9% sure. Due to the look on … Continue reading Me And The Moon And The Sun
Straighten That Crown
Your Mom heard me, just that once. Could only utter a word, so I choose her name. I could say no more. I figured every child wants to hear their Mother’s voice, just one more time. Continue reading Straighten That Crown
Along The River With Rose | Details
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The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic
Been lost in thought, like all week. Over-analysing every detail of this thing called life. Pft, well, maybe it was due. Untangling stuff so knotted up with lies and betrayals that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. I think blue.eyed.man fogged up my rose-coloured glasses. I’ve been seeing things that weren’t there, mirages, mists that shrouded my spirit. And, Mom, know that I haven’t told you … Continue reading The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic
Once Upon A Time
He showed up last night, after 11 days, just as I was putting the water on for pasta. At some point, we talked more about this “true love” of his. You know, the wife of 35 years who broke his heart. He still says he believes you only get one “true love”. I told him he was wrong. But now? I don’t know Mom, maybe … Continue reading Once Upon A Time
On Love | Maya Angelou
by Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We … Continue reading On Love | Maya Angelou
Why I Watered The Walnut Tree
“What do you fear, lady?” [Aragorn] asked. “A cage,” [Éowyn] said. “To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King Is desire all that and a bag of chips? That sort of deep, shaking, blinding, sort? Is it? I find it is … Continue reading Why I Watered The Walnut Tree
Why I Love Emotionally Unavailable Men
Anticipation pounding in my chest. Butterfly nerves fluttering, as I walked in with this rare desire I’ve only read about in books or romantic comedies. You know, the pounding heart, hand shaking sort of desire. The sort of desire that comes forth outa some hidden place, that take one unawares. And so I ventured down, again, to blue.eyed.mans. We played horseshoes in the shade, out … Continue reading Why I Love Emotionally Unavailable Men
So Yesterday, You Know, He Said.
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. First, though, Mom, let me start, well…not at the beginning. Anyways, I’m out on the stoop, chatting with Crossroads.Man. Sometimes, I really wish he had a mobile, but I digress. Stone age man that he is, that’s a pipedream. He’d been over at the grocery store and wanted to kvetch about all the idiots … Continue reading So Yesterday, You Know, He Said.
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