Believe...

you have to
sell yourself
to yourself.

 

can you tell me what
it's like so I'll recognize
it when I find it?

Three Graces...

 

delicate, fluid
graceful, effortless posing
feminine delight.

Get off your ass...

    what will you do if
tomorrow turns out to be
 upside down and gone?

Now what?...

I liked my New Year post so much that I wanted to
leave it at the top. That's silly, though, isn't it?
We can't stay in one place, in one day, forever can we?
We are required to move on in life or we quit living, we die.
I'm not a fan of dying. I want to keep living.

Therefore, I will continue as I have been. Being me. Being here.
Probably not ready for everything that might happen but
willing to deal with all of it the best I am able.

This blog and the many wonderful people who have visited
here have been a true blessing and helped me get through
every day since January 2006. My heart aches for the people
who have gone for any reason. So many good, kind, warm souls.

I will continue to be grateful for all those who bless me with your
presence and your friendship.

Without...

I do nothing when
I think you're gone except cry
without tears alone.

Lightly...

 Sitting listening to
the snow fall there is nothing
but quiet and peace.

 

Heart break...

 How many times did
your heart break before you gave
up the truth at last?

Prayer...

 Wizard Universe,
Shore us up for the many
days ahead. Amen.

Maybe no more...

 am I allowed to
love you? if not tell me soon.
It's a long walk back.

haiku me...

 I think I'm smarter
than the world has found out yet.
Won't they be surprised.

Amazing morning glory...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

delicate is the
amazing morning glory
loved by the warm sun.

Short and sweet...

 

the little flower
doesn't need to speak at all
to bring about smiles

Fear of dying...

 Originally
someone said life after death
Eventually.

winter color...

 

look close. it is there.
it doesn't care if it's seen.
you should. every day.

a little haiku...

20
20

when this is over
will we all wonder what the
big fuss was about?

What?...

What is this bunk of
nothing that waits for eyes to
look at its nothing

and declare something
must surely be there only
because someone looks.
 

Red leaves...

Autumn hesitates

to drop her blushing garment,

before Winter's cloak. 

(photo found here)

Prayer...

Wizard Universe,

shore me up for the many

days ahead. Amen.

Bassackward...

What good is it to

have all the answers if you

don't know the questions?

Why? Why not?...

hesitation, an

-ticipation, fascina

-tion. I just don't know.