“You know, Uncle, I’ve lost whole parts of myself since we are traveling together. Layers & layers of “ME” gone. Peeled away, discarded, surplus to requirements. Is that what travelling does? Brings us back to what we truly are?” [“THE ROM: WALKING IN THE PATHS OF THE GYPSIES” ROGER MOREAU] As you pause a memory filters through. As if they reside in subconscious breaking through … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Part Two
“DO, OR DO NOT, THERE IS NO TRY” [spoken by Yoda, Star Wars Trilogy] That is my “go to” quote, as it has always inspired me. There is truth in the message it whispers, of resolution, but also in its acknowledgment of self. It is establishing boundaries, of self, and of going with your gut. I never make resolutions for that reason alone. I do … Continue reading Pinnacle of prompts and Yoda speaks
When Paul had his first breakdown it started to crumble an already weakened foundation, and in time the four became three, then just two, and today our worlds are completely separate. There was a time though when that was not so. There was a time when the circle was complete and all four musketeers were harmonizing to The Nylons or dancing the Tango in shadow … Continue reading Lost in Helium Spheres | Conclusion
Found two more old journals stored away in the attic back at the homestead. Have spent the last few hours since I got back this afternoon “strolling” down memory lane. Found more old pictures of Tim and I from that first year we were here at the cottage, 2009, plus lots of good memories and things that make me smile. The journals are what I … Continue reading Old Journals ~ an introduction
I walk on tear drops from a thousand eyes, as ancient as the core of a mountain. With gentleness profound and earthly, I feel the subtle shifts of a mind. In brief moments of disbelief, I see into a thousand tomorrows’. Forever concealing the nature of their existence, I shelter the secrets of those many hearts. In flesh or dust, Through centuries or millenniums, I … Continue reading Spiritwalker
Up early this morning and watched the sunrise over the old Norway Spruce and was thinking how in this house I could walk around blind and still know where I am. Our family has celebrated 115 years of Christmas’ in this old farmhouse. The table where we ate our festive feast is as much a fixture as the knule post at the bottom of the stairs. It is … Continue reading Christmas back in Dodge
Words, beautiful words. Poems, stories, of all kinds is what I crave. Whether the story be historical, a mystery, or a fable for children. ….Oh, tell me a story. That is why I am inspired to blog. To tell stories, to share experiences and to learn, most especially to learn. I am teaching myself how to write. Not just in a journal, but to really … Continue reading …Inspiration
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