It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here
Traditions are our roots and a profile of who we are as individuals and who we are as a family. They are our roots, which give us stability and a sense of belonging – they ground us. Lidia Bastianich I can remember a time, when I was around seven, I couldn’t figure out where my … More Where do you find your strength?
Let us have a chat. Why not? The air is nice, the sun is out, there is a babbling brook near by. And the wind will be warm, as it softly touches our cheek and races on. It can be anywhere. Perhaps you prefer a mountain trail, or the cool damp of sand between your … More Take a walk with me
Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where … More Doodles
She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her … More Embers
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ … More Have-a-Cuppa
Did you see me standing there? Shining like a flickering neon sign. Broken cadence of pulsing beams of light. Did I attract your eye? My smile like a tractor beam, these starry orbs deflecting secrets, reflecting you. Did I make you curious? Fingers like Pandora’s, creeping, breathing heavy, because you think your ready? Do you … More Savior Friend
I love moss…..
Nov 2005 Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foriegn tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the … More Distant Days
An unknown number appeared on my phone. And of course I let it go to voicemail. With perked brow I hit the ‘listen to messages’ button with a tad bit of skepticism. On the other end was a nice sounding females voice. Calling to inform me that the people of WordPress cares about my blog, … More She Contemplates
I wanted to do something creative tonight, but I felt so lazy. Sigh. It is late, and I did work till 9pm. So I am cuttin’ myself some slack. So, I gathered up my blankets, tucked my pillows behind me and pulled out my Microsoft surface pro. I didn’t even go for the pen that … More Lazy Art