I wrote this and posted it a couple of years ago but wanted to re-post it to honor those who serve. This is not make believe.

When you get the choice to sit it out or dance,. E can find ourselves in places, or positions in life that are less than ideal. We are sure that life would be easier if things were different, and they probably would be. We bemoan our lot and feel down hearted and disadvantaged by circumstance. Hich is why I was so inspired when I saw this seed that the birds had dropped, it had begun to sprout in a drainpipe on the outside of our house.

But I do ever so wish I could write. All about love and its alluding powers. Its ability to hide under noses or destroy.

Lost and Found, A Continuous Journey. A journey to understand this world. A Bleep About A Tree And Her Journey. An Ending of A Journey. As for me, I just hope that I, myself, will always remember everything I have said above. Is that a sign of hope? Maybe Am I hopeful for a new opportunity? Before I leave, I have one.

This certainly was not a part of my plan. I sighed and stepped out of my old, rusty car. It was a beautiful work of architecture. The skirt of my dress rippled in the breeze as I walked from the carport to the front door of the job I never intended to do. I slaved away at college for years to get my degree, only to come here. I glared bitterly at the doorbell.

Over an orange flaming sky. We sped away from the city. We reached the high, windy plateaus.

In the darkness of the moon. I saw the edge of. Breathless, fright had taken hold. Sunrise gifts a new day. Allowing love to conquer fear. California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.

Poetry and images celebrating life, living and being alive. Thursday, January 02, 2014. The tide had turned but no one seemed to be in charge. And so the sea just hung around exchanging murmured comments with the shore. The sun was busy with the sunset stage;. Shuffling flocks of multicoloured clouds according to the brightness of their hue. I stood by the edge of the road looking down the low cliff where. Pale, summer- bleached grasses trembled in the evening breeze. Something in me trembled too.

Perceptions of a 12th house Moon expressed through the medium of Astrology, Holistic Healing and Creative Artforms. April 8, 2011 by in2themystic. Transformational Pluto seeks to em power. Posted in Astrology in Daily Life.

Grab a few minutes to yourself, pour a cuppa and have a read. My Word Songs is a blog devoted to my attempts to become a writer. I will post various bits and pieces of prose, essays and perhaps the odd poem. I hope you stay a while and enjoy your visit. Poetry Blog - Out of my Ocean.