Saturday, July 20, 2013

Words-

When I read the words of days past.

Friendship-

At most times I am overwhelmed by all that is my life.
Taking moments to reflect and capture pieces for memories, it calms me.
Friends have come and gone.  With each, lessons learned, souls touched.
Until now, nobody reached with purpose to touch my spirit !

Jan 28 1999 A visit from friends was a gift I will never forget
I am forever grateful to Lynn Vanzandt and Sherri Potter 

Thoughts- Oct.1998

Thoughts- life is so much more than, dishes, laundry, kids, husbands and work.
Within the last year I've found myself searching for the unnoticed, passed by, nature, natural, nurture, sights, sounds, smells, feelings
searching them soothes me- finding them calms me and renews me deep within my soul!
How external our world has become we've forgotten how to nurture our souls. 
Open your eyes and let them see. Reach out your hand and feel it's touch. Breathe the scent's of life.
I would hope that my children will find this place.  I will do my best to show it to them.

written Oct 17 1998

Our days together

We are but the sum of all our days.
No more no less than all our experiences,
but without you I would not stand here,
complete, in love, forever.

You are my friend, my love
as our hearts met they intertwined
and now beat side by side through life together.

Even though this moment is but a blip in time,
I know that my heart is yours for eternity.

this was written some time in 2012

Thursday, July 11, 2013

10/13/2004

As I find my words left in journals incomplete. I also find my thoughts and motions in life to be the same. All but fragments of days past without thought or vision toward the next. Pieces of a never ending puzzle yet they seem to run in a circle. Somehow connecting together to remind me that somewhere there is a purpose for what I do or what I strive to be, even though I, not knowing what that really is, continue.

Colorado Canyons

Canyons of color

Time has left you to endure, you give us your beauty and peaceful grander

Your cliffs weep sweet sorrow for ancient friends.

Your red veins flow like blood from a battle.

Your portraits of stone etched in our minds forever.

8/11/2003
On our way back home from
Hurricane Mills Tennessee (Loretta Lynn's)

Life questions-list

How does your last breath give way to your soul

How does your last heart beat end your dreams.

Is your fait set by the ideas you wake up with

Can we really choose our future among the causes in the world

Is life really a challenge if you set your own limits,
If you choose to continue or quit?

Going off the deep end , when your reaching for so much more.

How easy is it to get lost in the motions and forget ourselves and our dreams?