I love it when my Uncle Gunn says Micki let’s get lost and then he sends these blissful images that calm my soul! Thank you my sweet UG. I call him BFFUG he calls me BFFMM! Awe I love that!
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Let’s get lost here Inspiration from me Uncle
I get lost here. I thought you might get lost with me too! Let’s forget about all the worries of today. Let them worry for themself. 💕💟 Let’s imagine we are floating in a tiny boat under this sky.
Inspiration from my Uncle
Snow in Wisconsin from my sweet Uncle Gunn! He inspires me and floods my heart and soul with his photos that calm the worry inside! I love him to pieces! 💜
Shut thee up…Stop
Shut thee up…if you know me well I joke a lot about how I need to Shut the up. Out of shear exhaustion I released some of my “well thought out advice” and I should have Shut thee up. Have you ever noticed those words spiral out of control and the affect the have on each person they touch? All of us hear and perceive things based out on our own personal experience
- One could respond in anger and lash out.
- Another could respond in being hurt.
- Me…I just wanted to take them all back.
My Pa always said there’s two things you can’t take back, words and bullets. Sometimes both have the same affect. But on the other hand it always so hard to know when to Shut thee up…for me anyway, hence my doodle before bed last night. 😄
Lesson learned I hope!!!
Sometimes I Doodle Dream
I love to be inspired by things I love! BB ‘s bedspread! I love the design!
I love the pillows with all the embellishments! 
Missing you
Missing you when you’re gone
Quiet whispers
Quiet whispers touched my mind…
Quiet whispers touched my mind
Where once memories evade
Now sweetly entertain
The songs, remember voices
Singing sweetly no refrain
Quiet whispers of you
Always make me smile
all day long she dreamed pink dreams of good things
all day long
she dreamed
pink dreams
of good things
of peace &
goodness
overflowing
all day long
she dreamed
pink dreams
of good things
of peace &
goodness
overflowing
all day long
she dreamed
pink dreams
of good things
of peace &
goodness
overflowing
all day long
she dreamed
pink dreams
of good things
of peace &
goodness
overflowing
all day long
she dreamed
pink dreams
of good things
of peace &
goodness
overflowing
December Rose
To my friend Jeanne Marie-December Rose. ❤
Sweetly played the soft repose
The November day December rose
Awakened from her slumber life
She looked upon that man of strife
She kindly bid him thinking
If that man would just stop thinking
Then I could leave without goodbye
December hugged herself up tight
She tried she did with all her might
To say the words pushed down just right
She choked them out and wiped her tears
She held them closely even feared
The Mister with that fist of words
She backed out once, then twice
Standing in the door she and softly
Was no more the wife of the mister man
To herself softly she said I think I can
Remembering the girl December rose
Who sang so softly this sweet repose
December Rose is her name
I call her Pinky
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