A New Day

A New Year is upon us. Time for new hopes, new dreams, and new calendars to mark your resolutions on. I was lucky enough to receive th...

I scribe illusion from the truths inside of me who would believe them ... * inspired from a prompt from Colleen's Week...

Death and dying. I sense a theme. Is it the age I am at? Really? Early forties?! A mite young for contemporaries, but we are exposed to dea...

A New Year a new day... More of the same, like days gone by? ~ hoping for more I pray. Prayers are good and fine, but actions beget m...

Homework assignment: Try to recall the day last year when you were happiest. Why then? What were the circumstances? Did it happen because...

Rant. Go... My neighbour died last week. Another neighbour came over to break the news to me. She knew that I would want to hear, as I...

  Life After Life , by Kate Atkinson, © 2013, Bond Street Books What if you had life to live all over again? And you were able to learn f...

as the wind blows as my story goes people come and others flow through my pictures in my dreams just fleeting memories so it seems ...

The Art of Racing in the Rain , by Garth Stein, © 2008, Harper Collins I am sure plenty of you have already picked this book up. I had ...

Happy New Year! Words spoken by those in...  September?! What? But it makes sense. And it has been similar to the meaning behind the l...

Climb every mountain; hide under every bed... Strike a pose intimidating and shriek against the mess in my head. One moment I'm as ...

Driving nowhere fast I careen around the corner hit life square in the face and blink, squint, see no more... Where was that p...

Those vibrations are back they come from Sunday's chores Sunday's hours moments filled with mundane, purpose and everything th...

Time, where have you gone? fleeting shadows of yesterday are all I can see now bring back my sanity return my semblance of life ...

torn inside out i look  and still find me there holding  the pitcher of life

The circle of life on scented petals of love a daughter's gift

Downloading the stories of my life; I see flashes of children,  scents of flowers and essences of home. But, ...

Adrift, I throw a stick into the trickling stream and watch it tumble away from me, like so many moments upon my path. It gets sucked down i...

The smell of flowers fills the air  A heady scent which none can compare.  In colours red, yellow and pink, a rainbow that I deign to dri...

~ It's Saturday New Year's Eve Time for reflection for resolutions for peace for me Me ~ ~ words  written down gro...