Blogging · challenge · Quote · Thoughts

3, 2, 1 Quote me! – Hope

Beckie from Beckie’s Mental Mess selected me for the 3, 2, 1 Quote Me Challenge, this week, and it is a pleasure to participate, once again! Thank you, dear Beckie, for choosing me. You are a real sweetheart, and your constant support and encouragement is always appreciated! If you don’t know Beckie, please pay her a little…… Continue reading 3, 2, 1 Quote me! – Hope

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

You!

  Too much noise, Too many neon lights Flashing… Too many ‘shoulds’ Way too many promises Broken… And they say, ‘Shine!’ They say, ‘Sing out loud!’ They say… But your lips are Sewn shut, keeping All your screams inside… Your duct taped Heart pieces thunder And will never abide… You are the master of your…… Continue reading You!

Blogging · challenge · Me myself and I · Thoughts · Travel · Word of the day

Hmm…

  So yesterday, I told you about this “Been” application that lets you keep records of where you’ve been in the world, and what percentage of the countries you’ve visited so far. I hit a disappointing (to say the least) 8%, and there was way more grey there, than I could stand to stare at. (you can check it…… Continue reading Hmm…

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Hope – Word of the Day Challenge

Today’s Word of the Day is Hope. If you want to participate create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. . via Hope — Word of the Day Challenge

Blogging · nature · poetry · Thoughts

The woodpecker…

  And the woodpecker pecked as woodpeckers do. Peck peck peck on the branches and the tree bark too. I wanted the woodpecker to fly far and away. Not that I don’t like its kind quite the opposite I would say! But I knew woodpeckers’ wings were just short of a plane… So I tied…… Continue reading The woodpecker…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Winter tryst…

  Please don’t stand me up…  The whispered words floated out of her pink lips, wrapped in cotton candy-like fog. The air was crisp, but the coldness didn’t affect her. It was the doubt that made her hands shake uncontrolably. She twisted and bended her fingers through her thick mittens, watching the sun going down…… Continue reading Winter tryst…