“Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it – memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.”
― Tad Williams
Robert Paul “Tad” Williams is an American writer. He is the international bestselling fantasy and science fiction author of the multivolume Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series,
To be expressive is an outward acknowledgement of feelings. To be indecisive is a sign of an inward struggle.
MwsR
“Her’s was all she had and knew, yet no-one had a clue.”
MwsR
Hearts…one of our greatest organs. Yet one that holds our deepest pains.
How can something so great also be the carrier of so much pain?
I guess with its capabilities one can surmise that without our greatest pains and our greatest organ…we would not be alive.
Odd how life and pain go hand and hand.
MwsR❤️
More garden veggies today! I just picked some yellow squash, cucumber, zucchini that was 15 inches long, and some Kale.
I am reaping the garden’s fresh produce and I love it. I am freezing what I cannot eat and it feels great to have food that actually I grew all by myself. So I know where it comes from, what it has been through and how it is being handled. Wonderful!
I hope everyone is fairing well and happy. Kids are out from school for the summer here and our theaters show a series of kids cartoons and movies free or a dollar for them. I will be taking my grandkids to see some this summer. It is a really nice thing especially for all the kids who may otherwise not ever seen a theater or a movie . I like when community helps out. Don’t you? Hey, I like going just as much as they do.
I have been busy lately, my second born daughter will be getting married and I am having to do decorations, foods, etc, but on a tight budget. I have found lots of great ideas on the web. Pinterest is really helpful, that is why I post my posts to my Pinterest account. People from all over go there to look for ideas, recipes, etc, Check it out! Mine is under my word press name, and there is more than I have here on my Pinterest account.
I want to wish everyone a good afternoon and I appreciate my followers, the Likes, comments, and interest you show. I hope that I offer you something unique, handy, or helpful.
That’s all I have for now. I shall see you on this side of the rainbow,
Michelle
MwsR❤️
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.
So
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.
MwsR❤️
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.
Anyhow,
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…
MwsR
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