on the way back to my childhood after presents and too much wine and I’m on my way home a sadness lingered of a song that played dancing in her motown way and Christmas laughter, with that holiday cheer and we missed her again this year Continue reading the missed
Life has a way of pushing you to face things you had thought too painful to face. Sunday was supposed to be my gardening day, however, I was stood up, this time though by a friend. He was supposed to come over and help me haul bags of dirt back here so I could get my raised veggie/herb garden started – he never showed. Not … Continue reading Walking Past Memories
it just feels good to cry to lay my grief down and acknowledge from blue day sunshine that muddled path behind the hazy way ahead; quiet moments within released and wet my weary mind on bloodrooted walkways under long shadows down thru that swampy mill and up along the grey paved way underneath that sky but I cry for things which are lost for that … Continue reading somedays
This will be the last entry from this journal. The rest of the journal I used for notes for my genealogy. Between the dates, I transcribed there are some personal things I have left out, but I only wanted to paint a picture of who I am, and the circumstances that brought me here. It’s now time to set free a couple important truths I … Continue reading The truth shall set me free | September 29 2012
by PaulaB 