The house that built me

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Won’t take nothin’ but a memory from the house that built me….

I know my Pink friend we can’t always go HOME

BUT OH the memories that built you and me!

 

 

 

Y’all look my butterfly bush is back~yay

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It was nothing but sticks a couple of weeks ago. I thought the below freezing temps had taken her out! JM (aka The Butterfly whisperer) inspired me to plant butterfly plants to draw them to my yard. I was sad when they didn’t show! So I said to God, “since you made all the plants can’t you bring this plant back from sticks?” Just said it to myself not out loud, I’m sure my neighbors already think I’m nuts up @ 5:30 am taking sunrise pics, creeping around the hood capturing the moon like a loon! 😄hey that rhymed! 😯whoops I digress from topic again….sorry my mind is a flurry of thoughts!
Oh yes speaking of flurry, did I tell you my butterfly bush is back? 😉😇

Shining with the morning dew, like You Sweet Friend

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I was reborn on a Tuesday

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I was reborn on a Tuesday
I know that is when it was
My life up until that point
Was drifting just because
I did not have a purpose
At least to me, if was not clear
I struggled with existence
to me nothing was too dear
Then came you on a Tuesday
June the twenty-ninth
I remember it so tenderly
It was then I found my life
As I held you and counted fingers
I unwrapped to find your toes
I marveled at your sweet face
With mine I touched your nose
I breathed you in so deeply
into my every cell
I smile at just the thought now
that fresh new baby smell

June twenty ninth, nineteen-ninety-three
It was a Tuesday
I was reborn on a Tuesday

One more thing before I go, don’t forget, You are loved by me~MichelleMarie

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Please don’t count me out

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Please don’t count me out
How could I when You have always been IN
You don’t know it but all your fussing and
fighting with yourself to fit IN
is exactly what counts you IN.
You are always IN,
You are never counted out
If you feel counted out
It’s ok because with ME
YOU ARE IN SWEET THING

I’m on your TEAM
I’m behind you 100%
Please know sweet one
YOU ARE ALWAYS IN WITH ME

I see you, each of you

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I see you
each of you
all covered with dew
smiling at me like
here I am pick me
It is hard for me to focus
on just one so I capture you all
in my mind in my memory
to carry with me through out my day
I think of you when I am stressed
I think of your beauty
I think of your tender vulnerability
As a wildflower You just BE You
Beautiful

Sweet friends, I see you, each of You
just like I see these Wildflowers
Beautiful

Something about that slays me

My 6:30 a.m. Mind

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Look at this
Words cannot articulate
what I feel welling up
on the inside of me
How could this be that I
witness such beauty
each day
I am renewed with the thought
I am loved, I am found, I am whole
I lack nothing at this moment
Look at this
Words cannot articulate

My 5:30 a.m. mind

530am
My thoughts wake up way before I do
I have often wondered why they never sleep
There isn’t a time, if I am conscious
that thoughts are not racing,
forming, zooming or creating
in my mind
5:30 a.m. I wake with the alarm
already my mind plans my outfit
stumbling into the kitchen
to make my latte;
I think of the sun and is it awake yet
like my mind?
There it is just above the horizon
I’m shocked because it seems to never sleep
It doesn’t sleep does it?
Then I think, how cool is that
The sun never sleeps
Somehow that brings peace to my mind
Knowing that while it is absent from me
It is present with you
When it is absent from you
It is present with me
It is 6:30 a.m., I’m dressed and shooting photos
My mind is still as I gaze at you Sun
You are such a huge part of my life
I thank God for you today