I have always been a big life dreamer: more interested in the larger picture than the minutiae of tiny details.
Athough I recognize their importance, they can bombard the senses – leaving little room for imagination.
I have always been a big life dreamer: more interested in the larger picture than the minutiae of tiny details.
Athough I recognize their importance, they can bombard the senses – leaving little room for imagination.
I suppose staying in bed until noon counts as sleeping in, but it sure feels like I could sleep for days on end.
Rousted out of the house by my youngling’s labored coughing, I did not feel safe from viral intake – and thus yielded to their inhabiting.
Out and about, interacting with community, the sluggishness of thought makes me feel removed from connecting.
A strawberry mint and golden oregano – then a semi-dwarf donut peach found for gracing my youngling’s window.
The large area rug we are all fond of and a small TV stand with wheels to glide on met me this morning before I said, “Anon!”
I am still on quest for a long hallway runner to help the hound’s speed no longer flounder.
A combo that when finished with elliptical, thigh, and ab routine helps restore lymphatic movement.
Seeing the 844 angel number means that you are safe. Growth is often inhibited by our fears, but 844 is here to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid. You are allowed to grow and trust in your progress.
(I pick and choose them :D)
It is nice to know that over time, I am consistent.
The more I settle into myself, the more I have fun by myself.
I like me.
I am a lot of fun!
Profoundly beautiful.
I didn’t want to cry to it, but I have to.
Often when and after I post, I worry what people will think of me.
I have gotten such flak in the past for being a romantic.
Confidence can be like a dried-out eggshell, tremulous in God’s grasp.
Fantastic!
“So, you want me.”
It was a statement – not a question – as he leaned against the frame of the door.
The jaunty flick of curl over his forehead did nothing to reassure her.
“How am I to know it is me that you want, truly?” she asked, hoping for a heartfelt answer.
As two worlds collided, they knew each would beg to differ.
A spoon left on a napkin for later reuse; a takeout soup container returned to the fridge after 10pm slurping: these are the hallmarks of bachelors.
The master healers gave me some things I needed – but was not yet ready for. Now, I’m paying for it.
(the receiving)
By writing, I define
Who I used to be –
From shouting out in glee,
To screaming at depravity.
O yon torn-assunder soldier
Staggering across the fields:
I know the trials of recovering –
Like blood on hands has spilled.
Like leaves in the wind, touseling,
My thoughts cascade around me
Left in moisture-warped bindings;
Scattered in boxes and web sites.
I have thought someday to collect
The wanderings as I would reflect,
But there are literally thousands:
What categories best represent?
My foe is me.
My youngling has been sick and spending time with a friend, who is also sick from the coworker who brought it to their workplace a few days ago.
We miss each other greatly and are too long overdue on our popcorn-and-movie binging.
But, they are trying to stay away from me as I am already fatigually compromised.
I appreciate this because lately I have been feeling like I am just dodging and weaving a next catastrophe.
I need time and space to resettle into my bones and reboot my confidence.
In the firelight’s evening flickering, she remembered how she had asked for him – and then received.
My Love,
I do not know how to bridge to you.
Every day, I would be there with you.
Maybe it takes a man’s eyes to see what a woman only internalizes.

Like in the Birthday song, “And many returns…”- or in greeting goodbye.
He looked back at her, gasping a bit to catch his breath as her gaze carressed his flush-cheeked face and delighted excitement dancing in his eyes.
Reaching out his hand for her to climb up steadily beside him, he drew her into his arms as the crisp mountain air flicked whispily through their hair.
Held warm and secure, she was able to stabilize the internal anxiety that had plagued with every winding step they had taken, leading them to this magical place.
She hated how much fear kept weighing on her psychology – and looking up at him as he kissed her dashingly, she had thought that she could never love him more.
Yet, every day, his enthusiasm for life and her craving it within him stoked their fires higher.


Zoom in to see these fanciful lovelies!
Ambling…
Shuffling…
More of a zombie thing, than coherency.
Embarrassed she had stressed at the overtaxed pharmacist – who also was vexed that he voiced his whirling thoughts out loud.
He had innovated well on their behalf.
She knew she should not be in public like this – caught in a sinkhole from exploded adrenals.
People patterns pervaded and criss-crosssd verbatim.
Vitamins and nourishment.
Flowers and the sky.




Reference to the movie, Man Up.


She kept waiting for the pressure to ease, but it didn’t.
Climbing at higher elevations, it was easier to lie down flat and let the heavens pass across her than it was to stand up and keep going.
This must mean that she was ascending – but it felt like she was dying.
All of the rules and regulations: she couldn’t navigate their impressions.
She wanted to be in love by having found her soulmate.
She wanted to have more children and experience their thriving.
She wanted to live and breathe and stretch into the open air – without having to continuously care that she never had and continued to not fit others’ preset expectations.
She belonged with a tribe that believed as she did.
But, maybe she was among the first of them.
Maybe it was better to rest and wait for them.
If she let them catch up, then tomorrow she might see and could greet them.
There are important events, but then, nourishing sanctum is best.
Caught in Time’s Jag, he hit the next portal and, though delayed, was on track to find her.
She asked if she could someday, expecting to be told never again – but, instead was told in four years. Time to heal and recuperate for the event.
Pulled downward into the abyss, she was held in safety as the virus passed over.
And with that request, she succumbed to Oblivion.
Her body begged for it.
But, her instincts fled from it.
What I like about the best of them is that the heroine may have become broken, but she is cherished and regains abilities.
The prized unit was perched on the edge of the curving lane which passed the pool upon entering the small group of condominiums and crossed an upper loop of the golf course which traced a large pond with ducks, cooties, reeds, and black swans – depending on the season.
As she grew to maturity, she wondered what it would be like to have it bequethed to her after their passing, for she loved this home dearly and was the first born of their grandchildren.
But this was not to be. It was given to her uncle who sold it for the brief gain of money.
I haven’t been ok.
Therefore, I am ok.
Just not always instantaneous.
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Planning to garden seems neither here nor there.
(Meanings – haha!)