As she runs faster and faster...

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 really matters in the end is LoVe...
All-la-la-la-levels of it...
a love of food and a love of life, a love of laughter and a love of learning, a love of peace and a love of passion, a love of the water and the wind, a love of strangers and a love of ourselves, a love of a lifetime and a lifetime of love...
And all this stuff that for nearly 10 years now has been dog-piling in my house really doesn't matter.
If it's not useful or enjoyable, it's gotta go and even if it is useful and enjoyable...it still can go. It's just too much stuff. (Do any of you need anything?)
So ... rummaging through some old 'keepsakes' I found yet another old journal with all but two of the pages blank.
The first page dates the journal back by about 15 years.
The second page has a poem I wrote.
I'll post the poem & chunk the book, knowing the moment that I hit 'publish' the usefulness of it has been completed.
Maybe someone out there will enjoy or find it useful...
Maybe someone will just love it...
Maybe not, but the time has come

One Moon & A Million Moods

Thoughtful & sincere ... a sweet soul, dear to me, sent this to my way.


If you found yourself captivated by the world she stirs...there is also this fanciful & imaginative little poem by Zora Bernice May Cross, which you might enjoy.

The New Moon

What have you got in your knapsack fair, White moon, bright moon, pearling the air Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free, Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea? Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold? Roses and lilies, romance and love, Still moon, chill moon, swinging above? Slender your feet as a white birds throat, High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat Into the murk of the world awhile, Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile. Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss, Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this, Under the spell of your witchery, Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me. Zora Bernice May Cross Austrailia (1890-1964)

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