When were are born into this world our life is but a single thread.
Every day we live adds another thread to our life.
How were live each day determines what that thread is, a strong fiber or a weak fiber. A large thick colorful yard or a thin plan thread.
Every day is weaved together to tell the story of our life.
So at the end of our days will your life be a small plain rag or a large colorful blanket that your loved ones can wrap themselves in and comfort themselves. Knowing that your live was lived for them.
Like a storm from out of nowhere Drifting away like a dream, on air More scattered than the grains of sand But finding common ground to stand. Troubles thicker than molasses Smears that collect upon the glasses. Too much sometimes Too little I find. Promises that prick you like roses People that will leave you in droves. Lies without guilt Steamy words from upon their lips. I’m insignificant Though I feel transparent. Walking always, somewhere But heading nowhere. Jokes are about me But I’m not laughing, you see. Thoughts should be for the things that matter Not for hearts to shatter. But can’t make it go Can’t, you know? Life and love intertangle Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle. Forward just one time Backward, when it tries to unwind. Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts MwsR
Another week is gone. This week I’ve had a cold and had to go see a doctor. I was prescribed some antibiotics. Hoping it works. I hope everyone is good and well.
Friday’s are always good for me. It means time for me to do whatever I wish over the weekend. I enjoy not having a schedule to bind me down, even if for a couple of days.
I am writing this as I am lying in bed. Yes, I am being productive while being lazy. Haha. I do my best thinking in the mornings, often.
I just wanted to mention something I find odd and strange. How many out there have people that I have liked a post that you’ve posted, and then you go to check out the person’s page that did that and word press says they are no longer operating or can be found? This has happened to me many times. I often check the people who have read or liked my posts.
Too many times I have run across the ”site no longer found” or. ” site cannot be found” or ” user cannot be found”. This is troubling to me. I find it unsettling. Perhaps, those people are spammers. Maybe they are sneaking around for things to duplicate or use without rights to it. I don’t know. I would love to hear you guys and what you think about it. Yes, check out who checks your site out. It is in your best interest.
What do you think?
I eagerly await your answers. And I shall see you on this side of the rainbow. Remember you are worth loving, caring, specialness.
I had a dream of sorts last night. It was peculiar and hard to read. I did not write it down, but I should have. I seldom talk to anyone about my dreams unless they were particularly disturbing or funny. This one was about coming face to face with my ?. I remember seeing the scruff on his unshaven face, his wrinkles around the ends of his eyes. He had sort of a glow like the sun on his face, yet his face was tilted to look at me sideways. He was smiling a smirk type of smile. He was not saying anything. Which if you knew him in real life was his trade mark. He seldom spoke unless he was talking to someone in the family, or a “have to situation.”
He was the one who truly messed up my life. He willingly tore the trust notion I had inside of myself, out from my body. I would not in a hundred years, want to dream of him. Never. I do not know what this short, yet, the penetrating dream was about. I do not want to interpret it, because it needs to be the farthest from my mind. This dream, if you can call it that, was a dream where SMIRKISM was at its profound meaning. My ?, no doubt, and that terrible smirk. The sun glowing on his face as if he were an angel, comes to mind. Ha, no angel there. No glowing from him ever was shown. Only bitterness and dark.
I hate those moments. The ones where you wake in a tizzy of sorts and find that you had a weird or strange dream. I especially hate the bad dreams and the ones that make you awake with tears in your eyes. Those are most disturbing and chilling. Have you ever had any of those kinds of dreams? I hope you know oyu are not alone, in that I have too. Thank goodness we awake from them.
Dreams can make us cry, or smile. They are those things, I believe that we suppress, subconsciously. Perhaps a stressor of another time or place, or with another person brought the dream to your forefront. I am not sure. What I do know is those things can serve, like most anything else, as reminders to us. Perhaps they can make us change a road we are going down, such as in health, or relationships. Maybe the dream can help remind us of things that we have not let go of, and should. They are just that, dreams. I like the good dreams, and the ones where I am remembering another time when life was great.
That is what I had on my mind this evening. So, I shall see you on this side of the rainbow…
I have been a busy bee around here. Lots of stuff to keep me busy. I tend to my flowers, my garden, my pets, my grandkids, and my home/ family.
It isn’t too often get to just sit and relax. Sometimes, I really look forward to the actual sitting. My foot has been swelling here lately and I am trying to take it easy on it. Since being a diabetic and learning how important watching our feet and fingers, etc. , is I try extra when I have an issue with them.
I have also been SlOwLy working through editing my poems in order to make another book. This time, I hope to do a super job with spelling and grammar. It is harder than it looks. I have do many poems that I have wrote. I have printed out over hundreds butthatisnotsll of them. I use to post weekly on my personal Facebook. I would try to print them off but never seemed to catch them all. So there are more floating around somewhere.
I first published my poems on Poetry.com. That website closed and I lost some of my amateur poems. I did not have any saved. I wish had of. They were raw and full of improper poetry rythmn but they were true to heart. I have saw that that site sent done of it’s patrons work to another place. I should look into that.
Writing poems, for me, started off as a way of letting my hurt heart heal. I figured that once people started suggesting I write to be published, I thought, ” Why not!” I did not know they could impact people. The one’s who could identify with them because they meant something. That made me smile. I was in a none direct way, helping others.
I have 3 books and 1 kindle book. I wish they had been grammatically and otherwise accurate. They were not. I had a time during trying to publish them. My laptop crashed, my editor program did not catch mistakes, previewing them proved to be a challenge. I could not get it all to work. Still I published them. Some how I managed that. I hopemy next book is awesome. I really do.
I believe to heal one must find ways to let go of our emotions. Mine is definitely music and poetry. I feel more adequate with those expressions, so much more than in verbal expression. I sometimes get tongue-tied when speaking. I had always hated talking in front of a crowd. Singing in front of a crowd never bothered me. I knew my worth, in singing. In speaking I get intimidate a bunch. Poetry writing, well it is natural, like breathing, for me.
I just wanted to extend some more about myself, let my readers know me a little better.
I also want my readers to know I appreciate your faithful following and the many times you click ”Like”, and commenting.
Thanks guys! And I shall see you on this side of the rainbow!🌈
Hey everybody! Hope everyone is fairing well this Friday!
I am going to express a few random thoughts, not in any particular order.
I love waking to the bright beautiful sunshine. It makes the start of another day, somewhat special.
I am drinking coffee and sitting here scrolling WP reader and reading some posts from you guys.
I love a community that gives back to one another and I believe WP can do that and often times does.
I love the variety and I am hoping my webpage gives that to others. I try and hit things that reach a different genre of folks.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to do some outside gardening. I hope to put some “already growing “veggies in the ground. My seeds I started inside during March and this month, have long since been planted. Some were great and are doing fine, while others are not. I have something eating my peas and I am not a happy camper. I have hung dangly things and fencing and I am not sure what else to do. We shall see how it goes.
I live with my two grandkids and my daughter, their mother. To say life is boring is a far stretch from reality. I enjoy the precious time I have with them. Although they love to be mischievous and a handful at times. I think it keeps me young and keeps me going. This was not how I pictured my life, at the age, I am now, but I am glad that God saw fit for me to have this most precious time with them. Kids grow up way to fast and in 20 years or sooner, they can move onto their own life and sometimes you rarely see them. I am never going to regret the time spent with my own kids or my grandkids.
I am currently, and very slowly, working on another poetry book. I want to give insight and hope to others. My life was never easy and was not handed to me with bows and balloons, or gift wrapped even. I learned painfully and strategically how to do what I wanted and get to where I needed to be, to feel safe and loved and happy. Still, actually, I am working on it with each day. It is a thing that takes time and work.
Learning to trust has never been my forte’ but I am trying to let go of my insecurities and shortcomings. What we learn as a kid and how we are treated will pass into our adult life. We need to grab the reigns and hold on and make it go where we need it to go.
I am getting much older than I ever really thought about. So this time in my life is something I am trying to learn. It brings new challenges and new things. I hope to go through this life more gracefully and sure-footed.
Thank you to all who genuinely care for others. That is what I am sure, life is all about. So many of us are hurting and lonely and misguided. So many are treated cruelly and permanently messed up because of the people that were or are in their life. We all can try to reach out a hand to others and try to love with kindness and concern. Love like that is a genuine love.
I have so much more to share or say, but I will save that for another time. Thank you all for reading, for following, for your comments and your appreciation.
"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR
"Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly been worse!" MwsR
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