tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247993722011-12-12T00:30:38.814-05:00Nothing but a Skinny Little Blonde Rambling On About Living, Loving and Learningskinnylittleblondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comBlogger3351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24799372.post-31480642239152269422010-11-15T07:30:00.005-05:002010-11-15T07:40:57.927-05:00

My mom was always big on the notion that there was something good to be seen or said about everyone.As a little girl I told her I didn't believe everyone was good, some were just not good at all, in any way, shape or form.She said 'Really? Like who?'I said 'Well, like the Devil !"She smiled and said "I dunno Paige...he's really good at making fire'

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This much I know is true...1-Everything changes and sometimes somethings change in just a heartbeat.2-Lightning can, will and does strike the same place twice, and sometimes twice over again.3-Mother Nature & Father Time call the shots, as they see fit.4-I am very, very blessed in so many ways.Thank you Great Oak, Momma Nature & Father Time for reminding me...

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I guess it all starts and ends with you and me...I have decided that when I die, I definitely do want to be cremated. Would it be evil if I asked that my ashes be called Pixie Dust?If not, then perhaps those ashes could be tossed into the eyes of all the assholes of the world...BP Execs along with Joran van der Sloot, Child and Animal Abusers might make the short list.Liars, Cheats and Thieves

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“It is the nature of the ego to take, and the nature of the spirit to share.”

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His bark rolls like thunder and if you stand close enough, it rattles the core of your bones like a coal-loaded train out your back door. He's a Mastiff.... a 'devil-dawg'... a 'hell-hound'And he's full of terrified love...Because of his size and his apparent ferociousness, people fear him. It's their instinct.He senses their fear...and questions what they have done, what they may do...Agnostic

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Oh, such a good, good man.I just hate the fact that the mere sight of me made his skin turn red with anger & his hands tremor with adrenaline.Not that I ever did him any wrong.I never did.I'm just a reminder to him...And he, the good man that he is, calms himself...steps away...comes back and reminds me that we live and learn.I smile because I should.I know some folks just live...'Yes, and I

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Where the dragonflies are helicopters and the weeds are wildflowers, this is where I had a late lunch today.... Thank You Mother Nature. I Love You...

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Things Aren't Always as They Seem...If I do not counsel you or have sex with you, pad your pockets or your falls from grace, feed your belly or feed your ego... it still doesn't make me worthless. For when I feel like I have nothing else to give that is valued and appreciated...I still have me & I, for that, I am grateful. And I would never rub my dirty little feet all over you...it doesn't

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...and as sure as the waves lap the sands and as much as the sea spits shells at our feet, I have thought of you...

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Ah....

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If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I'd like to drop my name in the box for Pixies.Pixie...a fairylike or elfin creature, especially mischievous. A playful sprite.Toothfairies, flowerfairies & the sandman all have a good life... but perhaps, just a little too good for me.All this peace & love needs a little spit & fire.I'd build my wings from sticks & twigs. I hold them together with sap

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When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money. Cree ProphecyHappy Black Friday People...Please don't put us retailers through too much hell :)We value you more than

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Undeniably, I have learned a lot so far this year...One of the more interesting and entertaining things I have been learning is 'flirting.'As a teen, I simply didn't do it, in my twenties I was too afraid and in my thirties I was too busy to be bothered.Now, I am in my forties. While I am still ever so busy and have 100 things going on at once, I am free from the fears. I am wiser.No matter how

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I don't know why Caylee Anthony or Shaniya Davis were dealt the cruel, painful, unfair cards they were.I don't understand any of it.My Mother has told me that the good Lord needs angels of all ages, sizes, strengths, wisdoms and speeds and for that reason he sometimes puts some people through some pretty harsh stuff and sometimes he takes a young life, sometimes in a very tragic way.Maybe she

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This is MY blog.It is one of the few things in my life that is all about me and whatever I want.It was given life by me and can be taken out by me.I do not have any sponsored advertisements on here because I don't want to.So what is it about some folks who think they can bury their advertisements deep with my history's comments.I am not interested in providing free space for any of these folks to

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Halloween will be here before we know it...Below is the Ghost Story of "Who has My Golden Arm," as I recall it being told growing up....Mother's voice changing tone and pitch, as needed, surrounded by a circle of children sitting indian-style upon the wooden floors, huddled in a circle, hanging on every word...Enjoy! Again and Again...Once upon a time there was a very,very rich man. He lived in

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“There's no need to fear the wind if your haystacks are tied down.”Irish ProverbThe big, bad wolf called out ' I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you house in.''Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin...'Back in town now, I snapped the above pic while on the road. A free wish for all of us! Tomorrow the adjuster comes to look at my leaky roof, so I'll introduce us to a new wish...which can be

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Any caterpillar who tried to "know himself" would never become a butterfly. ~André Gide"I'm a boot-ee-full butterfly" ~ Toy StoryI saw another wooly Slug last week-end and when I pointed him out to everyone, they all wanted to kill him. I scooped him out of harms way using a Magnolia leaf. Yes, they will sting the molasses out of you, but everything...even those things in life that are painful

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Leaving town again, I will leave you all with some pics, quotes and well-wishes..."Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. " ~ UnknownSome people say that if you gently pinch yourself as you watch the sunset, your wish will come true...Other people say that if meditate

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Buddha "Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace."Sometimes that word isn't a word at all, but a sweet, simple breath of air... a sigh of relief.On a different note...as I recall from my childhood...if it someone else birthday and you too would like to make a wish when they blow out the candles... take a ring off your finger and drop it around one of the candles. If they

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When I see a car with one headlight, a pop-eye, I put my fingers to my lips, kiss them and then touch the roof, making a wish. I count them and when I get out of the car my counting stops.In fact, I wished this way onto Deans List and all through college. I wished my way into one decent job when I had been working three. I wished myself into a house when I was renter. And I'm wishing now...

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While I was out of town, I scheduled new little posts to pop up each day.It's the closest I have ever been to any kind of format here.I kinda liked it.Hmmm...maybe more of a format to come...While I wasn't able to respond to comments as I normally would, I did read them all upon my return...Orhan and Scott from Oregon, I agree with you...I believe dogs do know jealousy. They are very soulful

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All men should striveto learn before they diewhat they are running from...and to...and why...~James ThurberPrompted by one of Dear Sweet Mel's comments, I post this quote...along with one of the many pictures she so enjoys...I so adore her.Personally, I may sprint when called into action, but I rarely ever run. I always end up twisting an ankle anyway ;)

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Sleeping, I distinctly heard the sound of a dog tinkling.What on earth?I popped up, 'Smokie!'Nestled on his bed, next to mine, he looked up at me...somewhat startled.I flipped in my bed and that's when it hit me.... hit me right on my feet, immediately giving all my toes a waterfall bath.This morning, with flashlight and stew pot in hand, I walked the balance beam of rafters looking for the tiny

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There is 5-10 degrees difference in each color.Take me from pink to peachy...even though I'd love to get lost in the olive...

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Soon may not be soon enough, but sometimes it is all we have...

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O' GREAT SPIRIT help me always to speak the truth quietly, to listen with an open mind when others speak, and to remember the peace that may be found in silence. Cherokee PrayerEspecially the type of silence that carries the whisper of a wind, the echo of a

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When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice. White ElkAwwww.... I wouldn't want anyone to cry.

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You live in a world of illusionWhere everythings peaches and creamWe all face a scarlet conclusionBut we spend our time in a dream~Steve Miller...and I think that is just dandy. The difference between dreams and fantasies, to me, is that dreams are meant for chasing. And if we all truly face a scarlet conclusion, then we might as well enjoy the colors along the way.

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"The most important thing to remember, so I am told, is that there is a reason for everything."'it is what it is'...a hopeless believer in all things good, I often think that there is a good reason for everything...whether we ever realize it or not.The Butterfly Effect

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Latin Proverb: Keep quiet and people will think you a philosopher.Thinking that to sit in silence is to seem honest, pure, contemplative, content, blessed...The best liars are the worst liars and the worst are the best.

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Epicurus~"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."Silly me... I can't even tell what I have and what I want apart from one another half the time, but I still enjoy soaking it all up

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Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.~Benjamin Franklin...and undeniably, everyday brings us the blessing of change, although sometimes not the change we expect.

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"If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it . . . write it in the sand near the water's edge." - -- Napolean HillBut, if speaking up may protect someone else or otherwise bring justice... peace and love sometimes take some spit and fire...

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"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is society, where none intrude, there is a rapture on the lonely shore... by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love man not the less, but Nature even more..." -Lord ByronSometimes, I like to be all alone down by the river, out in the woods or on the oceans edge...and then I realize I'm not really ever alone...Artwork by Sweet, Beautiful Sister

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"Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”-Kahil GibranHappy 54th Anniversary Mom & Dad!!!

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"The jewel of the soul is priceless, but it gets squandered, in exchange for a mere shell"-Sri Guru Granth SahibBalance. If our energy, our spirit, outlives or outreaches our shells then we must feed it properly, while not neglecting the skin we're in...Artwork Compliments of SisterSing @ JustGiveMePeace

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"For whatever we lose, like A You or A Meit is always ourselves we find at the Sea..."E.E. CummingsOkay, so if I leave everything & go become a beach bum...we'll just say that I am finding myself...

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"To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour." -- William BlakePerspective is everything...once there is awareness.

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"We have learned to fly the air like birds,swim the seas like fish...but we have not yet learned the art of living together as brothers and sisters"-Martin Luther King Jr.I don't really swim like a fish. I dog-paddle. But I am pretty damn good at it.Nor do I fly. The closest I have been to flying is Airtran, bridge jumping & sky-diving...but learning the art of living...that's what takes me

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"I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be; The waves that plunged along the shore Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!" -- George William Curtishmmm...dreams un-chased might just simply be fantasies

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"One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach." -- Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh...nor do we need to. Not everything beautiful is meant to be a keeper beyond the moment & the memory.

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"...where doing nothing was not boring- it was peaceful."Same thing can be said about camping up by the lake, sitting seaside or floating down the river...

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I see the mailman who comes to my work 5 days a week & I rarely ever see the mailman who comes to my house.But when my work mailman went on vacation, I thought I recognized his replacement...'Hey! I think I know you.'He asked me what my address was and I told him.He knows his route well.He described my house and I laughed, 'Yup. That's mine!'He pointed out that he noticed the addition of one more

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Yes, she is crying and no more than an hour old here. Born with a broken collar bone, she enters the world wiser...they say that which doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger and I can tell already this little bundle of love has one strong spirit.'She looks Asian.''She looks Puerto Rican''She looks like Buddha.''She looks like me'She is all of these things, and some. We are as one... Love

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I just read the 5 rules of happiness...1 - Free your heart from hatred2 - Free your mind from worries3 - Live simply4 - Give more5 - Expect lessI try to do all of the above... still, I think I'm happy just being content.

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I stumbled, bumbled and mumbled my way through the door dragging with me a small rustic bench for in front of the wood-burning stove and a couple days worth of soggy mail.I plopped the mail on the entry table and plodded on into the kitchen where I dropped my 13" high bench and I let the dogs in.I sat on the bench and gave them good lovin' and in between wagging tails and the huffs and puffs of

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Manuella Stefani, 18 years old, from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil did this giraffe.It is one in a million and it's beautiful : )A young spirit has taken on a bet that she could gather One Million Giraffes within a limited amount of time. She has about a year and a half to go and she has almost 1/4 of her Giraffes.Not only do I think all kids should be supported on personal quests, objectives and goals

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A 21-year-old local woman reported Monday to police that she had been the victim of an early morning armed robbery in her home. According to the incident report; The RightBehindMe Street woman said around 5 a.m. she awoke surrounded by three men, one of whom held a shotgun to her face demanding to know where her money was located, and another with a gun to her back. One of the men, she said,

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Going to a concert this weekend with some friends...Good times, good company aheadWe won't be listening to anything that sounds like this...butI do love Faeries, I do love boots & I love to believe...Oh yeah, and I love good old fashioned classic rock...

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I have lived in this house longer than I have ever lived anywhere...nine and a half years.106 years old now, it has seen a lot of stuff come and go...including people.One day I, too, will go.Six months ago, back in February, something very profound and personal happened which words could never really explain. In a moment or maybe it was in a hour, I don't know but... I realized that all that

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Spinning color wheels...that's all of us.individually & collectively...colorful and bright, dull and darkand sometimes void of all color.Some folks are even filled with light.Most of us have tinselspinning and ever-changingwith a core which is constant in that it is there...if for nothing else, but to hold together our strings, strands or ribbons of who we really are and who we seem to be

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I Love Coffee & Tea...And I drink both in the morning...Sometimes, I drink both throughout the day Hell, sometimes I drink them at night...But IF I had to choose one over the other...I would choose teaAnd IF I had to give them both upI would need help...serious help.

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When I say that I'd like to something someday...sometimes, I secretly wish someone would whisk me away & we could do it right then and there.Starlight, starbright...shooting star, take me away tonight...Let's not save all of our wishes for 'someday' and those moments when we get to catch a glimpse of a shooting star...Perseids will be here someday soon...In fact,August 12, but shooting stars

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Mother Nature.Father Time.We never know what little gifts the day may hold for us. I am not sure if this is the hairy slug thing, which I had posted about earlier, that has come to age or what...but it was perched upon my shop entry.Pink, beige, brown, yellow and an airbrushing of white around the exterior edges, this baby was huge and had a main body which appeared to be covered in a soft

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Funny how I don't remember the sky shining purple through these leaves that stormy day.Sometimes, even in the simplest of moments, there is just too much for us to take it all in...to soak it up, to be completely aware, to see everything and to recall it all...If you had asked me if the sky glowed purple, I would have said 'nope...it's blue.'Perceptions & perspectives.But looking at it now, I see

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Wouldn't it be nice if we could really eat Tabasco and have mosquitos explode upon biting us? Anything to limit them to just one bite would be nice...Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.To keep our faces

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I saw him...and I saw him looking at me...smiling.I smiled back.I wanted to kiss him. Instead we hugged... and then,we introduced ourselves to one another.Nana would have shunned me with a hushing 'Just kiss the boy...''The Kiss' by Sister Singleton

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I was a little kid and still too young for public schools.But not too young for love and war.We were in war...us against them.Earth girls versus material girls.Childhood charges...I ran, barefoot padding heavy through the grass and slapping the sidewalk hard.At the end of the day, I had scraped up elbows, knees and one stubbed toe.'What happened to you?''I don't know Momma''What do you mean you

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Seashells and SilverwareBamboo and Bullet casingsTaps and Hand-Tuned TubesElephant Ears andBuilding BlocksOld Car Parts and Cow BellsCrystal Beads and Leaded GlassForgotten Trash & Rings RememberedSometimes life isn't so simple, but it always contains simple pleasures...May we all see them & soak them up, as we may...

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I just don't have it in me.He's fourteen or thereabouts.He's really, really deaf, but likes to bark a lot and he's somewhat blind, but if he sees you, he wants you to love on him.He especially likes to have his face and muzzle loved on and his little head will become dead weight in your hands if he's really enjoying it.He was one of Johns' dogs & his name is Bear.I was told to take him to the vet

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"By doing, I learn what to do. By going, I learn where to go. One day, by dying, I'll learn how to die..." and until then I hope to simply live, learn and love.excerpt from Odd Hours by Dean Koontz

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I'm cleaning out my world.Or at least, I am trying.It's overfilled...stuffed... too much.I need for nothing, want for nothing.I have all that I want or need and more.To excess, in fact.So much that I feel sometimes over-whelmed by it all.In my cleaning, I am finding things...things pushed to the side, stuffed in a drawer, tucked in a corner.Things I really don't need to keep & in hindsight, a lot

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Happy Independence Day....It means so many different things to so many different people now-a-days...Fireworks and Family Reunions...Parades and Parties...Veterans and Founding Fathers...Hot Dogs and Hamburgers...It is the date which the Declaration of Independence was signed...But in the big picture and on another level, we are very dependent...so if we sometimes take for granted our freedoms

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My bike is pretty ho-hum. Except for the double wire basket I have on the back.The basket prompts the neighborhood kids to sing 'dunt-ta-dunt-ta-dunt-ta-dunt...dunt-ta-dunt-ta-dun.' I laugh and call out to them, 'I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too.'It's all in good fun. They know me to be far from the wicked witch of the west...but who can resist the teasing with those big ole

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rip·tide (-tīd′)noun a current opposing other currents, producing violently disturbed water; esp., the strong, narrow flow of sea water that rushes seaward after incoming waves pile up on the shoreThis photo shows an early morning riptide before the high tide came in to conceal it. Riptides, such as this, caused over 170 lifeguard rescues in one day, for swimmer fatigue. Momma always told us, to

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It's just my shell. I stepped into it the day I was born and hopefully I will step out of it on the day I die. Otherwise, I am just a ghost trapped in this body and what I perceive to be my protective shell is nothing but a cage...

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"Hi... Have I ever told you that I LoVe you?"

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Scribbling the LoVe in the natural blond sandsperiwinkles wink at me, then fall from my sighta moment and a lifetimeof meant-to-be's, whoa-be-me's and I-still-believestossed together in a catch-me-if-you-can tideSo I sat... damp and sandy bottomed under the blooming sunand soaked it all in, realizing it's not to be caught but simply taken inThe Heron trailed me, eying my bird legs and calling me

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I sit on the curb with a thousand and one things to do and instead I plunder through the sidewalk chalk...psychedelic and inverted etchings in the sand take form on the blacktop of my street...inevitably, the eternal waves of the ocean wash away such etchings, just as each passing car throws another clouded puff of chalk into the air...my audience, sitting on a cast iron table that weighs more

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I saw one of these little babies and thought it was fascinating. Of course I wanted to touch its hair, see if it was a soft as it looked. Luckily I thought best I leave it in peace... it could have rocked mine had I brushed it.It's hairs are actually poison-filled spines that cause waves of intense pain, rashes, shock, swelling, cramps, nausea and more. They are the most poisonous caterpillars in

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I fell asleep.Toes in the water and hands plopped up across the oar I had laid across my lapI woke up when I bounced into a fallen tree.The next morning after showering, I noticed I had a tan line...an inverted tattoo.Circular and cocked sideways.The tan may fade and the lines may blur together again on the canvas of my skin, as I soon will be heading to the beach.But hopefully the peace will

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Actually, I have no idea what they really think, but their love is undeniable...and I know that they know that I absolutely love them, as well.

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His name was Bill, but since we are in the south we can call him 'Beeeeyawl.'He was a buyer and a stranger and I brought him into my home.He walked from room to room, opening cupboards, boxes, cabinets and drawers... pulling out things he wanted to take.He found a box of antique and vintage costume jewelry...none of which I had even worn.I plucked one ring out...'I gotta keep this one. It's

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I'm dirty.Dirt, dust, clay, mud, soot, scum, sweat, debris, paint chips, smoke, splinters and surely some poisonous stuff and maybe some itsy-bitsy, tiny spiders too.Covered.And as soon as the last load of wash finishes, I'll hop into this old house's clawfoot for a cool, refreshing shower....throw on some old soft cotton threads, kill all the lights and melt into the hammock out back...simply

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So there he was…paranoid yet prepared.Helmet on.Big toes, escorted by little piggies, on black plastic teeth.Excitement met anxiety in his eyes...unsure of his situationThe training wheels had just been popped off.One steadfast and supportive hand held the back of his seat.‘Okay Now! Pedal!’‘No-wa-oh! I’m afraid.’‘It’s okay, I have the back of your seat. You won’t fall.’‘Only...but if.... if I my

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'Can we do this?''Hahaha, we are. So it would seem to me that YeS! Yes, we can!''I mean are we supposed to?''We aren't breaking any laws, legal or cardinal, that I know of.''Well, I've just never...''Hahaha, well you won't be able to say that for long, now will you?''I feel bad. I feel guilty.''Silly. I think you feel fear and there is nothing to be afraid of. Go forth and make the most of your

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I stepped out onto the curb and looked up.The sky was a hazy blue and the sun was tearing through any faint clouds that paraded between she and I.I saw him coming from off in the distance.Strong. Steady.He came right towards me, took a sudden dip, did one large circle and sailed on...I watched in awe, as it's been a while, I think since last June since I have seen a hawk swoop down over me.His

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'Do you have children?''No Ma'am.'Smiles, 'Oh, well I was going to, uh, wish you a Happy Mothers Day.'Smile reflected back,'You still can. I have a Mother who's wonderful.'Mother. Mom. Momma.Sometimes I call her Mommasita or MotherLove.I hear one of my older sisters call her Mommy.Before I began school, I sat at the kitchen table with my best friend and her mother.My friend called her mother by

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Sometimes, we may need help seeing thingsRose-tinted glasses can work rather nicely peaceful and pretty, no matter which path lays before youDejavu.

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Cocoons and tadpoles...Butterflies & frogs...We all change, we all grow...we all have an impact on the world around us,much of which we will never see, never know, never understand...but we gotta believe...The Butterfly EffectJust as a passing strangers comment at the bank lingered for days in my mind, infecting me with a silly feel-good sensation...I have to have faith that my silly sensation

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They had first names that I once knew, but I couldn't tell you now what they were for the life of me.They had last names too, but I always knew them as the 'Bizarre Boys.'For five years, from the time I was three until about eight, they lived across the bumpity-bumpity brick road from us.We lived on the lake and had a dock. They liked to fish & used our dock.In their back yard, between the

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My favorite fresh cut flowers were actually weeds, gathered roadside from a drainage ditch and clumped together in a rusty old tin can from the same ole murky ditch.Maybe a month or so ago, while walking after dark, I came across a field filled with weeds reaching for the stars....a field of free wishes.I didn't make any wishes, instead I just took it all in...Soaking up the magic of the moment..

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I am not what I once was. Four beers and a few spins on the dance floor to some of the most wonderful blues sounds I have heard live in a good, long time, followed by a hearty breakfast of pecan waffles, scrabbled eggs, hash browns, sausage and too little sleep, too late at night or too early in the morning left me feeling totally drained all day, physically and mentally.So….this Easter Sunday

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Sometimes he calls himself 'The Wounded Healer'...Wounded, we all are.Healers, we all have the power to be.We just gotta believe.He has gone to Africa now to do what his heart, as a doctor and as a soldier of peace, calls for.His name is Maithri and if you have not met him yetplease check out his virtual world, The Soaring Impulse,as it is part of yours and mineand together we are really all as

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Running errands the other day, I dashed into the bank and weaved myself through a brass and leather-corded alleyway, getting in line behind a shiny haired man.He turned and looked at me. I smiled and he opened his mouth as if to say something, then turned away.Moments later, the teller called for the next in line and before going any further, he took one step back and whispered over his shoulder

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This is just a little something-something found on You Tube. This crazy young lady loves to play the ukulele, and she does so with an adorable passion, although she plays acoustic guitar in this covered ditty...If you have problems with the word HELL, don't listen. If the word p-e-n-i-s bothers you, might I suggest you get over it momentarily, as she uses it only once... and it's worth it ;)Music

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Undeniably my dogs have a good life...never hungry for love, attention, treats, shelter or adventure. I may use 99cent shampoo on my head, but I try to use the all natural, good stuff on them...they have 'special' needs.Smokie was born with mange, was neglected terribly and by the time I had gotten him it had caused secondary problems which threatened his life. His road to recovery was almost a

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Rings.Stones.Circles.Rocks.I have only had a couple/few rings in my life made of gold or platinum, with or without precious or semi-precious stones.My sister gave me a ring some twenty plus years ago made of gold.Never seen anything like it.Ornate & old looking, I am sure, from the day it was made.A tiny little sapphire surrounded by a small square which was cornered in hearts, surrounded by a

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Miles apart, yet together in mindset & spirit...we marked our birthdays on New Years Eve.But New Years isn't her birthday, nor is it mine.Doesn't matter.It's the day we claim to be a year older...Silly Rumors...But Today...Today marks the day when the rest of the world catches up.It's her birthday & brother Butch's too! (This silly man simply doesn't age)Happy Birthday Sister Sing & Butch!I LoVe

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My house has opened up it's crevices to a number of beings over the years.The laundry has had mice. The attic has had squirrels. The basement has concealed stray dogs...and cats.A few years ago, blackbirds had nested in the eaves.A baby black bird fell from the nest & became trapped within the lathing and support beams of my walls.It was late, I was home alone & over the hum of my sewing machine,

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"I Will Smile and You Will SeeAll Ten Toes Touch That Tree."A poem written by me...many, many moons ago about an Oak Tree and a Swing.Several years ago, the menfolk here tied weights to 150' of rope & Hercules tossed it until it finally made it's destination...over the lowest branch on one of the two great Oak trees cornering my lot. They, then, cut the rope & went at it again.A slat bottom swing

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It was a long, long time ago.We were all the same, but we were all different.He hated women, all of them....mothers, sisters, lovers... but he liked me.Peace was foreign to him and love was a four letter word only to be dropped in fits of rage.Ironically, looking back, I realize 'I love you' was one of the first things he ever said to me.But really, he loved his resentment.He loved his anger.He

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An old, old house with dim smoky lighting, creaky wooden floors and a sign that hangs on the door 'See Bartender for Service.' Old, overstuffed leather furniture, pool tables, fireplaces, framed pictures in black and white...and a band.This old, old house had been converted to a Blues Club & if you didn't know it before coming, you soon figured it out.I left my friend inside for just a minute to

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Found this calculator which proposes to predict how old we will live to be based upon a number of personal factors.Hmmm...I was surprised because it predicted I would live to be 87.WTH?Did I not tell it that I smoked?Yup, I sure did.Still it says 87.It goes on to advise me that I can add 3 months to my life by sleeping two more hours a night. Hmmm, let's 2 hrs a night by 365 nights by 45 years

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She's an owner of a small boutique here in town and I was her patron... looking for a small special something, maybe a ring, for a dear girlfriend.The shop keeper had large cat-like eyes that danced with laughter but sat with a thatched roof of deeply rooted frown lines.I'm not really sure how it all happened, but one thing led to another & before I knew it, I knew the shop owner's story of life

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She seems hard, weathered and rough. Her words can strike people as abrasive.Stockings are only for weddings and funerals...She's opinionated, outspoken and quick to jump to conclusions.Sometimes wrong but always sureStrong, devoted & defiantA mouth like a sailor, a temper to boot but a heart of goldShe always speaks the truth, as she sees it...subject to change and all.And this is why I love her

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There's no guarantees.He lay in ICU...11 months into stage four.Pneumonia. Infection. Lung Cancer.She cries...'I wish I would die right now & he could just come back home.'There are no guarantees.Planes crash into houses.Kids wrap themselves around telephone poles.Mother's stick little heart shaped stickers on their babies mouths.We can never predict.We can never tell from one moment what the

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