sometimeswhen I thinkI shouldbe sleepingand it's dark and quietthat's when thoughtscome to visit.They repeat themselves.repeat and repeatuntil I get upand write whatthey have to say.it can take a while,like tonight, butthey won't stopuntil
My musings.........my thoughts.........my self In my mind, David McCullough is a supreme word master. He is one of very few authors who can entice me to read history. I love him. He is a great writer and storyteller. Not at all surprised. Y…
Sister Ann is having knee replacement surgery Tuesday morning.Therefore, there will probably be a hiatus for me from here for acouple/few days while I tend to her needs the best I can.The hospital is keeping her for one day before sending h…
when birds flyis it alwaysin search ofor sometimesjust becausethey can? tiny birds flit fromhere to there looking for whoknows what...ooooh look. bugs!
Can you tell me...well, of course you 'can'...I guess the question ismore rightly...'would' you or...'will' you tell meif I askedor would you look awayand blush...Would you say 'No'or 'Maybe' or tell meto come back laterso you can think abo…
"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning,and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want.What do you call it, Freedom or loneliness?" Charles Bukowski
Not hated. Not even disliked.Just not loved enoughto spend a lifetimeevery day forever.Not expecting more becauseit simply isn't there.Caress whatever is hadthen put it backon the shelf for later.Dust it off once in a while,smile,and tuck i…
And, now, we're getting air quality warnings becauseCanada is on fire and the smoke is on its way to Ohioand Michigan. Like soon. Today. And, it's extra crappysmoke that we are supposed to avoid by staying inside.That's great for those who
summer swelter is heavy on the leaves, almostas if raindrops fell. sweet peonies fillmy eyes with beautiful pink feathers of petals.the sun is shiningsomewhere every day. Be gladwhen it blesses you.
Your name is Love.my Love,don't die before me.that's selfish, I know.but I don't want to miss youbefore I go.********************I can feel you breathefrom far away.It's all I needto know you arewith me.
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes,Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise.And when lights begin to show Up from the town…
Well, actually, I grabbed it from the Hammock Papers.One of my favorite blogs...linked on the sidebar to the right.Rob Firchau is a very cool 5th grade teacher. You shouldvisit his blog several times a day like I do.That's after I visit New…