The connection is real with someone new

This wild rose blooms elsewhere

Some things don't change even when you wish real hard. 

The forsaken

I think of you when I hear this in my car, you who is so far away. And so this is to you.

Something I saw today that was kinda cool... When you replace "i" with "we", then illness becomes wellness.

Images come back flashing like a broken light

And everything has gotten a little blurred

Grateful

Every now and then, I write a gratitude list. It reminds me of what is important to me in my life. I don't know that they are in any specific order, just written as the ideas come to me.

I'm grateful for my:

• Children, who provide unconditional love, joy, laughter, truth, humor, pride and a reason for me to work at being my best self
• Good health
• Children's good health
• Extended family who taught me values, to be generous and kind
• Friends who provide a sense of community that says I'm not completely alone in this single life
• Sweet kitty who is very loving, a great cuddle partner and sometimes needy
• Bright spirit of air and light, a realist who is ALSO optimistic who loves large and feels deeply 
• Job, providing the sustenance I need to live a comfortable life and giving me opportunity to grow and learn
• Creative spirit, the never ending sense of, and urge to, share something beautiful or compelling that can help shape or change the world, if even ever so slightly
• Home. It meets my needs, is safe and cozy and comfortable
• Car, comfortable and safe, letting me travel and enjoy the scenery
• Love of music and film
• Foodie self, with a deep love of culinary delights and the many flavors this world provides 
• Sense of humor
• Love of words
• Hunger for fairness and truth
• Ability to know when I am being wronged but still taking the high road to be kind, understanding and forgiving

That's all I got for now

Namaste

I love to do my yoga to this music -- so peaceful and contemplative

wishing for you, all the lights to change from red to green






Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me

She's imagination through the light projected

Finding a piece of Paris

in this life that we live, we only make do

On this Halloween Night

 Sabbath seemed fitting and great blues riff in this one




P.s. If it's true that the band recorded this album in just 2 days, well that's utterly astounding.

Stood upon the roof top on a night so clear

Wish I could have seen their show in Milwaukee last week

Sun and frozen lake

Honey and the Moon

Dedicated to a friend

Greenfield Park

Taking the camera on a date

Milwaukee Lagoon

A rainy Saturday afternoon

Southshore Park

Better call on the fire brigade

And I will never grow so old again

someone sent this video to me once a long time ago


And we will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, it's me, Im dynamite
And I don't know why
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Loneliness is a crowded room

Like a hurricane caught inside you

Take a little walk

So take it as a song or a lesson to learn
And sometime soon be better than you were
If you say you're gonna go, then be careful
And watch how you treat every living soul

A trip to Laredo

Life like a movie

It stops your heart and holds you near

...And they shimmer
On the ends of my memories
I could feel your ghost
In the breeze

Rivers that rush in

Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying above where we live?
Then I look up, a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?

I'm not, but I like rivers that rush in,
so then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead for you?
the acrobat
I won't push you unless you have a net
You say the word, you know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold onto the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night,
this girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies So go on and fly then, boy

The wind in my hair

Tonight was a gem...I got to ride on a Harley with a friend

only when they see your innate value do they reserve a spot in the heart

A new writing project is brewing and it's going to be...spot on.

School of Seven Bells

Mind excerpt

From the archives:

In the humid salt wind, with the roof off, a boy and girl raced along the coast. The blackened palm trees swept across the orchid sky and “hush” played on the radio. His hair was soft and brown. He had eyes that drank up spiced cocoa. Her lips, the colour of crushed raspberries, wrapped around his finger. No one could stop the wheels in motion or the energy that brought them together - serendipity. They were the only souls on the beach at dawn. Crimson and clover, over and over

The silence surrounds you

The spaces in between, two minds and all the places they have been.