I'm glad you have a happy memory with your Dad and the train town.
Many cities have train displays periodically, maybe you might enjoy that some afternoon.
I have a Dollhouse with all the miniatures, something about miniatures.
Takes you to another world I guess. For adults that's hard to find,
to be able to pretend a little, and feel like a kid again.
We lost so much cool stuff too, I would love to have it now.
The older you get the more precious your childhood becomes,
and all the good that went with it.
Here is something that we have been talking about around the office, don't ask me why. It's probably my fault.
If you died, and someone were to describe you and or your life, but had to do it with 6 words or less, what would you hope or maybe think they would say about you. either or.
it really got us all thinking here.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Here is something that we have been talking about around the office, don't ask me why. It's probably my fault.
If you died, and someone were to describe you and or your life, but had to do it with 6 words or less, what would you hope or maybe think they would say about you. either or.
it really got us all thinking here.
That is a good one I will ponder.....
what is getting in the way in my head at the moment is a cousin of ours is missing, presumed suicide, she was described as "Saccharin sweet" by a good friend in the newspaper article I got yesterday.
I wouldn't want to be described like that. :?
I just put this picture in another thread but I think it might be good for inspiration in this one.
This tugs at my heart, no pun intended.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
Joe, our dear employee of 13+ years, friend, comrade.
He stood by my side through the long illness and passing of my Mama.
Often times I would come to work in the mornings after seeing her,
beat down, drained.
He would listen if I needed to talk.
Or he would distract me with one of his funny stories.
He would hold me if I needed to cry.
He was a very good friend.
My turn would come to be the same.
When he came to us, he had recently divorced.
In the next few years, I would pray he would meet a lovely lady,
and he did and they married.
Life was good.
A scuba diving fanatic, he planned many trips to exotic places
and would bring home the pics and stories and share with me at work.
I loved that.
We shared birthdays, Christmas parties, day to day grind.
Then, Joe began to hurt.
At the time there was no name for this intense pain
but it found a name after he took his life,
broken from the unmanageable pain.
Pain that immersed his soul, defeated his spirit, emmaciated his body,
that beautiful strong man.
He would share with me what he was going through,
it was my turn to listen and hold him.
He told of the incessant tests, the travel across country to see specialists,
uninsured treatments that ate away his savings.
The stress it brought to his marriage, the assault on his manhood.
The disconnect to life itself.
We cried together.
In his final months he frequented church.
Became well liked and supported there.
A lovely church with an amazing pastor
granting him forgiveness for what eventually would come.
On a Sunday morning after sending his wife to church,
two years and a few months ago,
he took his life.
Although we knew it was bad it was still a terrible shock to us all,
a horrible loss for our personal family,
my children worked with Joe and loved him too.
A terrible loss also for our business family.
I was closest to him at work,
his widow telling me how much he valued our friendship,
a special message and hug for me from him,
standing there in his church,
as time stood still.
My Joe, somehow I feel I could have done more.
A life too short but well lived.
A heart as big as any and given kindly.
An amazing spirit that lingers with me still.
His soul is at peace now and without pain,
as it should be.
sooooo in a dry spell...no words..no thoughts...nothing
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
I just put this picture in another thread but I think it might be good for inspiration in this one.
This tugs at my heart, no pun intended.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
Joe, our dear employee of 13+ years, friend, comrade.
He stood by my side through the long illness and passing of my Mama.
Often times I would come to work in the mornings after seeing her,
beat down, drained.
He would listen if I needed to talk.
Or he would distract me with one of his funny stories.
He would hold me if I needed to cry.
He was a very good friend.
My turn would come to be the same.
When he came to us, he had recently divorced.
In the next few years, I would pray he would meet a lovely lady,
and he did and they married.
Life was good.
A scuba diving fanatic, he planned many trips to exotic places
and would bring home the pics and stories and share with me at work.
I loved that.
We shared birthdays, Christmas parties, day to day grind.
Then, Joe began to hurt.
At the time there was no name for this intense pain
but it found a name after he took his life,
broken from the unmanageable pain.
Pain that immersed his soul, defeated his spirit, emmaciated his body,
that beautiful strong man.
He would share with me what he was going through,
it was my turn to listen and hold him.
He told of the incessant tests, the travel across country to see specialists,
uninsured treatments that ate away his savings.
The stress it brought to his marriage, the assault on his manhood.
The disconnect to life itself.
We cried together.
In his final months he frequented church.
Became well liked and supported there.
A lovely church with an amazing pastor
granting him forgiveness for what eventually would come.
On a Sunday morning after sending his wife to church,
two years and a few months ago,
he took his life.
Although we knew it was bad it was still a terrible shock to us all,
a horrible loss for our personal family,
my children worked with Joe and loved him too.
A terrible loss also for our business family.
I was closest to him at work,
his widow telling me how much he valued our friendship,
a special message and hug for me from him,
standing there in his church,
as time stood still.
My Joe, somehow I feel I could have done more.
A life too short but well lived.
A heart as big as any and given kindly.
An amazing spirit that lingers with me still.
His soul is at peace now and without pain,
as it should be.
Dear Joe I miss you so.
pandora that was lovely, so so sad, but a lovely remembrance of what must have been a wonderful human being. i'm sure his soul travels with you till this very day
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
sooooo in a dry spell...no words..no thoughts...nothing
join the club. zilch.
i don't like it...its like emptiness
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Joe, our dear employee of 13+ years, friend, comrade.
He stood by my side through the long illness and passing of my Mama.
Often times I would come to work in the mornings after seeing her,
beat down, drained.
He would listen if I needed to talk.
Or he would distract me with one of his funny stories.
He would hold me if I needed to cry.
He was a very good friend.
My turn would come to be the same.
When he came to us, he had recently divorced.
In the next few years, I would pray he would meet a lovely lady,
and he did and they married.
Life was good.
A scuba diving fanatic, he planned many trips to exotic places
and would bring home the pics and stories and share with me at work.
I loved that.
We shared birthdays, Christmas parties, day to day grind.
Then, Joe began to hurt.
At the time there was no name for this intense pain
but it found a name after he took his life,
broken from the unmanageable pain.
Pain that immersed his soul, defeated his spirit, emmaciated his body,
that beautiful strong man.
He would share with me what he was going through,
it was my turn to listen and hold him.
He told of the incessant tests, the travel across country to see specialists,
uninsured treatments that ate away his savings.
The stress it brought to his marriage, the assault on his manhood.
The disconnect to life itself.
We cried together.
In his final months he frequented church.
Became well liked and supported there.
A lovely church with an amazing pastor
granting him forgiveness for what eventually would come.
On a Sunday morning after sending his wife to church,
two years and a few months ago,
he took his life.
Although we knew it was bad it was still a terrible shock to us all,
a horrible loss for our personal family,
my children worked with Joe and loved him too.
A terrible loss also for our business family.
I was closest to him at work,
his widow telling me how much he valued our friendship,
a special message and hug for me from him,
standing there in his church,
as time stood still.
My Joe, somehow I feel I could have done more.
A life too short but well lived.
A heart as big as any and given kindly.
An amazing spirit that lingers with me still.
His soul is at peace now and without pain,
as it should be.
Dear Joe I miss you so.
pandora that was lovely, so so sad, but a lovely remembrance of what must have been a wonderful human being. i'm sure his soul travels with you till this very day
Thanks Jo as always you are very kind and yes I feel him very much as of late especially and the injustice in the words "only the good die young" .
thanks pandi, nice of you to say, i hope so
funny thing to say, but you know, my dog passed away last weekend, and at first i was full of things to say, and cried and cried, and now, a week later, nothing
and this might sound crass and horrible to say, and i hope you all don't think me a monster, but this hurts me so much more even than when my dad passed five years ago. i've never cried over his loss. of course i miss him, at times so very much, but why is my dog so much harder to lose? it just doesn't seem to fit into the grand scheme of things, whatever that means. (god forbid my mother should ever hear this OMG)
but i think you guys will understand somehow...somehow
i feel bad about that..but it's the honest truth..my baby dog hankie, all 85 lbs of the big gentle giant he was, means more to me than humans i've lost
what does that say about me?
maybe because it was so sudden and unexpected
maybe because he was only 6 years old
maybe because he loved me so well and so unconditionally
and i loved him the same...still do
god...i'm crying again
this is so bad
why is it that i never cried over my dad
but i cry all day every day over my dog? he was my best friend. he really really was.
i miss him so
and i just feel so empty
i'm sure the only thing worse could be to lose one of my children. and i can't even imagine that..i sure don't ever want to think about that ever happening.
Hankie...
do you guys get that?
or am i some freak of nature?
if i am, then that's what i am...and nothing to be done about it
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
thanks pandi, nice of you to say, i hope so
funny thing to say, but you know, my dog passed away last weekend, and at first i was full of things to say, and cried and cried, and now, a week later, nothing
and this might sound crass and horrible to say, and i hope you all don't think me a monster, but this hurts me so much more even than when my dad passed five years ago. i've never cried over his loss. of course i miss him, at times so very much, but why is my dog so much harder to lose? it just doesn't seem to fit into the grand scheme of things, whatever that means. (god forbid my mother should ever hear this OMG)
but i think you guys will understand somehow...somehow
i feel bad about that..but it's the honest truth..my baby dog hankie, all 85 lbs of the big gentle giant he was, means more to me than humans i've lost
what does that say about me?
maybe because it was so sudden and unexpected
maybe because he was only 6 years old
maybe because he loved me so well and so unconditionally
and i loved him the same...still do
god...i'm crying again
this is so bad
why is it that i never cried over my dad
but i cry all day every day over my dog? he was my best friend. he really really was.
i miss him so
and i just feel so empty
i'm sure the only thing worse could be to lose one of my children. and i can't even imagine that..i sure don't ever want to think about that ever happening.
Hankie...
do you guys get that?
or am i some freak of nature?
if i am, then that's what i am...and nothing to be done about it
Oh no we get it very well, our dogs mean the world to us, they are so very easy to love....people not always so easy, quite complicated.
I am so very sorry, Hank was a beauty and you just showed me a pic of him.
I know how this feels having lost 2 to untimely death.It is a heartbreaking loss and takes much time to heal.
Jake has been gone 2 years and I have a new love, Lucy, but I still miss him a lot.
Don't dwell on the fact you didn't cry for your father but are for Hank.
Your father and mother wouldn't want you to do that.
Follows these words, "feel free to feel me" whatever it is, it is right. No judging, no comparison, just feel.
And when you can love again, find a new friend to give your love to, there are so many that need loving homes. You're in my thoughts and prayers :(
thank you pandi and wolf
it always means so much that you understand
especially now
i'm sorry that you both had to go through this same pain
its horrible
thank you for being here :?
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Kicking the leaves
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
Kicking away the troubles
Wind just whipping them away
Feeling so old so wise
Feeling every winter pass with the tears
Playing like children
Ankle deep amongst orange
Funny how today
You always seem so young back then
WE just seem so young
Fragile in our springtime
Yet believing we were oh so seasoned....
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
thanks pandi, nice of you to say, i hope so
funny thing to say, but you know, my dog passed away last weekend, and at first i was full of things to say, and cried and cried, and now, a week later, nothing
.......
do you guys get that?
or am i some freak of nature?
if i am, then that's what i am...and nothing to be done about it
Your whole post here really touched me Jo - thankyou. You write so freely, so honestly, it always makes me feel I can squeeze some words out too. It's a sad time for you. I hope you keep coming through though. Glad you are here.....
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Kicking the leaves
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
Kicking away the troubles
Wind just whipping them away
Feeling so old so wise
Feeling every winter pass with the tears
Playing like children
Ankle deep amongst orange
Funny how today
You always seem so young back then
WE just seem so young
Fragile in our springtime
Yet believing we were oh so seasoned....
Perfectly wonderful as always T
"kicking away the troubles" love this!
leaves can bring the kid out in you and I feel like I'm young again with your words
thank you for coming and sharing it's lovely
Kicking the leaves
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
Kicking away the troubles
Wind just whipping them away
Feeling so old so wise
Feeling every winter pass with the tears
Playing like children
Ankle deep amongst orange
Funny how today
You always seem so young back then
WE just seem so young
Fragile in our springtime
Yet believing we were oh so seasoned....
Perfectly wonderful as always T
"kicking away the troubles" love this!
leaves can bring the kid out in you and I feel like I'm young again with your words
thank you for coming and sharing it's lovely
merci pandi
Some of these 'lines' of mine seem to go over and over the same themes - it doesn't bother me though - I guess they'll keep coming out like this until I move on! another fall, another autumn - same ole memories!
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Perfectly wonderful as always T
"kicking away the troubles" love this!
leaves can bring the kid out in you and I feel like I'm young again with your words
thank you for coming and sharing it's lovely
merci pandi
Some of these 'lines' of mine seem to go over and over the same themes - it doesn't bother me though - I guess they'll keep coming out like this until I move on! another fall, another autumn - same ole memories!
they are the most cherished, those "same ole" memories, almost like traditions
The seasons, nature's clock, reliable and trustworthy.
As sure as my heart is beating, they are ticking along with me through life.
Being an Air sign, whatever the weather,
I am happiest when outside under the sky,
the trees, in the rain, the sunshine.
Under cold black stars with the smell of chimney smoke.
It is here that I feel whole. It is here I feel God.
It is where I am most alive.
This is living.
Having spent more than the first half of my life in Wisconsin,
Fall offers the last freedoms of the year.
This before the endless harsh winter.
The season of cabin fever, walls that close in
and days spent wishing them away.
Autumn marks the change that brings contradiction,
a beautiful imbalance in nature.
Days of exciting exhilaration of the cold to come,
inhaled deep, rejuvenating the soul.
Then also days filled with the heat of summer warming still slightly tanned skin.
It is the combination of snuggling in by the first fires
and a warm walk in the sunshine amongst the leafless trees.
Fall, the last fresh breezes to come through the open windows
and the smell of the first heat in the house.
It is warm bright blue skies and crisp red apples,
pumpkins, hayrides and hot spiced cider.
Autumn brings the last umbrella drink at a picnic table under orange and gold leaves
and a too cool wade into Lake Michigan.
It is Indian summer wearing cut offs and flip flops,
homemade popcorn balls, frozen baby Snickers bars,
wooly hats, fluffy slippers, and Indian blankets.
Fall time, memories of costumed evenings,
football Sundays, chilly concerts huddled close
and Mamas baked apples.
It is early Christmas decorations at the mall
promising new memories made with loved ones
and the sound of the first Christmas carols tuggin at my heartstrings.
Autumn, pumpkin pie, wild rice, family.
I enjoy all of the seasons of the year
but Autumn with the wonder of nature's contradictions,
makes it my favorite time of year.
It was there,
just below the surface
laying in wait
I too have felt its presence
I have witnessed its power
I have gained from its good,
and been broken by its demise.
That we can continue,
to dream, to hope,
and to love,…
is testament to our kind.
Proof that the “agenda”
matters not.
Proof that words only hold us hostage.
We choose to believe,
despite so much evidence to the contrary
that we will emerge
from the devastation, the ashes,…
stronger, better for our journey.
A man without belief,
is a man without hope,
a man without dreams, a man void of love.
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen.
yet,
we still believe,..
we are not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary.
why?
Because all the evidence to the contrary,
is not entirely dissuasive.
Still,
we are held hostage
in a standoff where the outcome
prevents survivors on all sides.
If I can dream,
I can live?
If I can have hope,
that gives me strength to carry on?
If I can love and be loved,….
what?
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen,
and the night has given birth to a new day.
A day where words
will no longer have the power
to hold one man hostage.
Words.
Only one word matters.
Only one word can make
the others mean anything at all.
If I have to live and die by and for a word,..
let that word not be “Dreams”,
let that word not be “Hope”,
or even “Love”.
Let that word be the only word
that gives any of them validity.
Let that word be,.. Truth.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
It was there,
just below the surface
laying in wait
I too have felt its presence
I have witnessed its power
I have gained from its good,
and been broken by its demise.
That we can continue,
to dream, to hope,
and to love,…
is testament to our kind.
Proof that the “agenda”
matters not.
Proof that words only hold us hostage.
We choose to believe,
despite so much evidence to the contrary
that we will emerge
from the devastation, the ashes,…
stronger, better for our journey.
A man without belief,
is a man without hope,
a man without dreams, a man void of love.
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen.
yet,
we still believe,..
we are not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary.
why?
Because all the evidence to the contrary,
is not entirely dissuasive.
Still,
we are held hostage
in a standoff where the outcome
prevents survivors on all sides.
If I can dream,
I can live?
If I can have hope,
that gives me strength to carry on?
If I can love and be loved,….
what?
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen,
and the night has given birth to a new day.
A day where words
will no longer have the power
to hold one man hostage.
Words.
Only one word matters.
Only one word can make
the others mean anything at all.
If I have to live and die by and for a word,..
let that word not be “Dreams”,
let that word not be “Hope”,
or even “Love”.
Let that word be the only word
that gives any of them validity.
Let that word be,.. Truth.
I love this, Steve, and your beautiful mind.
Thanks for posting
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
Ivan Panin
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Many cities have train displays periodically, maybe you might enjoy that some afternoon.
I have a Dollhouse with all the miniatures, something about miniatures.
Takes you to another world I guess. For adults that's hard to find,
to be able to pretend a little, and feel like a kid again.
We lost so much cool stuff too, I would love to have it now.
The older you get the more precious your childhood becomes,
and all the good that went with it.
If you died, and someone were to describe you and or your life, but had to do it with 6 words or less, what would you hope or maybe think they would say about you. either or.
it really got us all thinking here.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
what is getting in the way in my head at the moment is a cousin of ours is missing, presumed suicide, she was described as "Saccharin sweet" by a good friend in the newspaper article I got yesterday.
I wouldn't want to be described like that. :?
Lucky
Sweet
Loving
Good Mother and Wife
Devoted Pet Owner
Obsessed Pearl Jam Fan
It's important to be lucky.
Joseph....
Capable
Supportive
Kind
Creative
Gentle
Fun-loving
Joe, our dear employee of 13+ years, friend, comrade.
He stood by my side through the long illness and passing of my Mama.
Often times I would come to work in the mornings after seeing her,
beat down, drained.
He would listen if I needed to talk.
Or he would distract me with one of his funny stories.
He would hold me if I needed to cry.
He was a very good friend.
My turn would come to be the same.
When he came to us, he had recently divorced.
In the next few years, I would pray he would meet a lovely lady,
and he did and they married.
Life was good.
A scuba diving fanatic, he planned many trips to exotic places
and would bring home the pics and stories and share with me at work.
I loved that.
We shared birthdays, Christmas parties, day to day grind.
Then, Joe began to hurt.
At the time there was no name for this intense pain
but it found a name after he took his life,
broken from the unmanageable pain.
Pain that immersed his soul, defeated his spirit, emmaciated his body,
that beautiful strong man.
He would share with me what he was going through,
it was my turn to listen and hold him.
He told of the incessant tests, the travel across country to see specialists,
uninsured treatments that ate away his savings.
The stress it brought to his marriage, the assault on his manhood.
The disconnect to life itself.
We cried together.
In his final months he frequented church.
Became well liked and supported there.
A lovely church with an amazing pastor
granting him forgiveness for what eventually would come.
On a Sunday morning after sending his wife to church,
two years and a few months ago,
he took his life.
Although we knew it was bad it was still a terrible shock to us all,
a horrible loss for our personal family,
my children worked with Joe and loved him too.
A terrible loss also for our business family.
I was closest to him at work,
his widow telling me how much he valued our friendship,
a special message and hug for me from him,
standing there in his church,
as time stood still.
My Joe, somehow I feel I could have done more.
A life too short but well lived.
A heart as big as any and given kindly.
An amazing spirit that lingers with me still.
His soul is at peace now and without pain,
as it should be.
Dear Joe I miss you so.
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
join the club. zilch.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
pandora that was lovely, so so sad, but a lovely remembrance of what must have been a wonderful human being. i'm sure his soul travels with you till this very day
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
i don't like it...its like emptiness
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
The more upsetting, the harder it is to be creative, like a vicious cycle.
Both of you have big hearts, soon something will come to share,
til then, there is love to share
funny thing to say, but you know, my dog passed away last weekend, and at first i was full of things to say, and cried and cried, and now, a week later, nothing
and this might sound crass and horrible to say, and i hope you all don't think me a monster, but this hurts me so much more even than when my dad passed five years ago. i've never cried over his loss. of course i miss him, at times so very much, but why is my dog so much harder to lose? it just doesn't seem to fit into the grand scheme of things, whatever that means. (god forbid my mother should ever hear this OMG)
but i think you guys will understand somehow...somehow
i feel bad about that..but it's the honest truth..my baby dog hankie, all 85 lbs of the big gentle giant he was, means more to me than humans i've lost
what does that say about me?
maybe because it was so sudden and unexpected
maybe because he was only 6 years old
maybe because he loved me so well and so unconditionally
and i loved him the same...still do
god...i'm crying again
this is so bad
why is it that i never cried over my dad
but i cry all day every day over my dog? he was my best friend. he really really was.
i miss him so
and i just feel so empty
i'm sure the only thing worse could be to lose one of my children. and i can't even imagine that..i sure don't ever want to think about that ever happening.
Hankie...
do you guys get that?
or am i some freak of nature?
if i am, then that's what i am...and nothing to be done about it
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
I am so very sorry, Hank was a beauty and you just showed me a pic of him.
I know how this feels having lost 2 to untimely death.It is a heartbreaking loss and takes much time to heal.
Jake has been gone 2 years and I have a new love, Lucy, but I still miss him a lot.
Don't dwell on the fact you didn't cry for your father but are for Hank.
Your father and mother wouldn't want you to do that.
Follows these words, "feel free to feel me" whatever it is, it is right. No judging, no comparison, just feel.
And when you can love again, find a new friend to give your love to, there are so many that need loving homes. You're in my thoughts and prayers :(
now... not so much.
as far as the writers block, I'm writing as much as always.... it all just sucks monkey balls. :evil:
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
it always means so much that you understand
especially now
i'm sorry that you both had to go through this same pain
its horrible
thank you for being here :?
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Autumn Place Poem
What Autumn memory would you like to share?
Kicking the leaves
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
Kicking away the troubles
Wind just whipping them away
Feeling so old so wise
Feeling every winter pass with the tears
Playing like children
Ankle deep amongst orange
Funny how today
You always seem so young back then
WE just seem so young
Fragile in our springtime
Yet believing we were oh so seasoned....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Your whole post here really touched me Jo - thankyou. You write so freely, so honestly, it always makes me feel I can squeeze some words out too. It's a sad time for you. I hope you keep coming through though. Glad you are here.....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"kicking away the troubles" love this!
leaves can bring the kid out in you and I feel like I'm young again with your words
thank you for coming and sharing
merci pandi
Some of these 'lines' of mine seem to go over and over the same themes - it doesn't bother me though - I guess they'll keep coming out like this until I move on! another fall, another autumn - same ole memories!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
This picture looks like Autumn to me. It's from a farm where we used to pick pumpkins in NY. You must imagine that the air is really chilly! :geek:
The seasons, nature's clock, reliable and trustworthy.
As sure as my heart is beating, they are ticking along with me through life.
Being an Air sign, whatever the weather,
I am happiest when outside under the sky,
the trees, in the rain, the sunshine.
Under cold black stars with the smell of chimney smoke.
It is here that I feel whole. It is here I feel God.
It is where I am most alive.
This is living.
Having spent more than the first half of my life in Wisconsin,
Fall offers the last freedoms of the year.
This before the endless harsh winter.
The season of cabin fever, walls that close in
and days spent wishing them away.
Autumn marks the change that brings contradiction,
a beautiful imbalance in nature.
Days of exciting exhilaration of the cold to come,
inhaled deep, rejuvenating the soul.
Then also days filled with the heat of summer warming still slightly tanned skin.
It is the combination of snuggling in by the first fires
and a warm walk in the sunshine amongst the leafless trees.
Fall, the last fresh breezes to come through the open windows
and the smell of the first heat in the house.
It is warm bright blue skies and crisp red apples,
pumpkins, hayrides and hot spiced cider.
Autumn brings the last umbrella drink at a picnic table under orange and gold leaves
and a too cool wade into Lake Michigan.
It is Indian summer wearing cut offs and flip flops,
homemade popcorn balls, frozen baby Snickers bars,
wooly hats, fluffy slippers, and Indian blankets.
Fall time, memories of costumed evenings,
football Sundays, chilly concerts huddled close
and Mamas baked apples.
It is early Christmas decorations at the mall
promising new memories made with loved ones
and the sound of the first Christmas carols tuggin at my heartstrings.
Autumn, pumpkin pie, wild rice, family.
I enjoy all of the seasons of the year
but Autumn with the wonder of nature's contradictions,
makes it my favorite time of year.
It was there,
just below the surface
laying in wait
I too have felt its presence
I have witnessed its power
I have gained from its good,
and been broken by its demise.
That we can continue,
to dream, to hope,
and to love,…
is testament to our kind.
Proof that the “agenda”
matters not.
Proof that words only hold us hostage.
We choose to believe,
despite so much evidence to the contrary
that we will emerge
from the devastation, the ashes,…
stronger, better for our journey.
A man without belief,
is a man without hope,
a man without dreams, a man void of love.
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen.
yet,
we still believe,..
we are not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary.
why?
Because all the evidence to the contrary,
is not entirely dissuasive.
Still,
we are held hostage
in a standoff where the outcome
prevents survivors on all sides.
If I can dream,
I can live?
If I can have hope,
that gives me strength to carry on?
If I can love and be loved,….
what?
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen,
and the night has given birth to a new day.
A day where words
will no longer have the power
to hold one man hostage.
Words.
Only one word matters.
Only one word can make
the others mean anything at all.
If I have to live and die by and for a word,..
let that word not be “Dreams”,
let that word not be “Hope”,
or even “Love”.
Let that word be the only word
that gives any of them validity.
Let that word be,..
Truth.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I love this, Steve, and your beautiful mind.
Thanks for posting
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
Ivan Panin