My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Time Fluid Oil spill leaching out in treacherous ripples Purple sheen bruises Butterfly wing breezes push outward Building A tsunami, anger raging Destroying all in its path Time Still Peaceful moments amidst chaos Suspended by warm currents Buoyed in briny fathoms Floating Gentle eddy curling into itself Holding the contentment within
I tease my SO about spending a few dollars a week on lottery numbers while I continue trying to win $7,000 a week for life from the ghost of Ed McMahon. Clicking through the inexhaustible pages of yard sale fodder, I keep hoping I’ll find the magical combination of “continues” and search topics to hit … Continue reading If wishes were horses
I am not girly. As long as I can remember, I’ve been a bit of a tomboy. (I grew up in the 60s and 70s, that term wasn’t politically incorrect back in the day - I’m owning it.) I’m more at ease in jeans and T-shirts than dresses; happier in flip-flops than stilettos. Without an … Continue reading A mile in my shoes
No matter what kind of day I'm having - sad or blue, lonely or bored, angry or anxious - all that can disperse after some time outside. Walking in the sun, lounging on the beach, or hiking in the woods… it doesn’t take much, just a little sunshine, and I’m good to go. A warm dose … Continue reading A shot of Vitamin D
I’m from the south. Eating is a favorite pastime, like football or deer hunting. It’s what we do. When I’m bored, I eat. When I’m angry, I eat. Sad, eat; hurt, eat; scared, eat; lonely, eat… When I want to help someone else feel better, I bake for them… then I eat what I bake. … Continue reading Therapy by the dozen
My passion is to see the things that no one else sees, and to capture that moment. During a recent morning walk, I noticed what appeared to be a tiny side mirror from a bike or scooter on the ground. At first, I passed it by, only to backtrack and take the shot with my smartphone. … Continue reading When passion is possession
Thin spiral notebook 