MY OWN...

I love writing. I express what can not be by just saying it. There is more to my soulful perceptions and navigation of life's unfolding reality, hopes, lies and truths. I am deeply connected in writing and that the person who reads it may be transported not to somnolent state but to the realm of what being alive feels for me... whether they agree or not yet understand more without asking, without more judgment, without convictions of my weakness and ignorance.

I am just a regular human being with real pulchritude and complex way of enjoying simplicity. I write what my spirit dictates...what my heart aches...what my mind reads...that someone will see more than the physique that is present, that they will feel grace through the eloquence of my thoughts. Flummox by my ramblings or not...I know my readers heart are no innocent in it's spears and non minatory phrases.

Just as my kids gifted title comes partly from allowing them mellifluous creativity without restrictions as part of the discovery that they can do amazingly unique than others who are scared and stunted with fear of expression.

I am still learning and so does everyone else. I am born with this unique thinking and feeling of 'things'. Thinking against the norm ,most of the time though has it's struggles and trying times though now I understand why people think I am weird at times.My brain uses the energy of the ever spiritual part of it's conscience and the sweet sinful things it thrives on pleasure... with all it's GODLY intent hanging over it's head.

The reality is only a concept of how I see and look at it... and mine is a mystifying artful forms and colors of energy that I, at times, won't agree on yet carefully and willingly dance through it's unseen power that either can make or break me. My writing and blogging is just a breath of it all...more word, more feeling and more questions....all, my own.

The Chase... Last Night...

Last night...I continue the chase
to a dream of life in bliss
with you...blessed and content
flowers withered with pride
the grass ..cut with honor
the harvest were all abundant in color
the cloud is clearer and bluer....

Last night.. I remembered the chase
when you loved me more
and my fantasy fulfilled
always abundant in hopes
time and again feeling explored
wishes seems to come true
and the real one, my heart, has found

Last night... I surrendered the chase
when I slept alone
in my dreamland of tears and fears
clasping hope to get away
from the pain and empty waits
alone in the dark i wept
this chase...i learned is such a waste.

Have You Analyzed ME?

Sometimes you can start analyzing a person by just reading their thoughts, beliefs and anything they tend to follow or start in their life. I think I am most vulnerable when I write how I feel and think at the moment those passages were inked. I am raw…my emotions are highly sensitive and at times contradictory. I can be opinionated, very much assured and confident. At times, I can be weak, helpless and clueless. These are emotions that can be fleeting and the essence of what I as a person is bringing in my journey of learning . It is what makes me… ME in the long run. The feelings of the situations I confess about are the water that makes me grow…what I do with it rewards me with maturity and strength to blossom into a well being capable of greater love, forgiveness and understanding.

I would have not have the fortitude to move on sans my writing. It is a part of my emotional journey thru divorce, single parenthood and broken friendships.

This blog is a post of all those heartaches and some victories. My being a parent will remain and new friendships will blossom and be nurtured. There is more to write,to learn and to share. I am happy to teach, to express and to spread the good words, good deeds and good blessings thru my blog. My life’s walks are best journeyed with people who cares and who wants to see me thru all my trials in life…and in return helps them see themselves in my shoes at times. I encourage you to look at those passages where you just don’t hear me but see other people you may know dealing and doing where I am at that moment. It could be you . We are all different but we are the same human with feelings and thoughts that creates our actions and reactions to any given event we are facing.

I encourage you to write your own blog. It’s an online diary of your emotions that your family can read. They will understand you more and may reach out when needed. You friends can take a look at how you are presently doing with your studies, family or lovelife. Blogging is pure. It is the part of the life we are living… full of joys and tears and all in between.

It's just MONEY !

There is something about the possession of wealth which is not good for the soul, perhaps. It places artificial value upon secondary things. A man losing a million metal tokens will put a revolver to his temple and pull the trigger. But he has lost nothing but money. He has deprived himself of life because misfortune has deprived him of luxuries. –Clarence Budington Kelland, The American Magazine

I have this updated...

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Where did “Easter” get its name? Where did the concept of an Easter egg and bunny originate?

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