Black Masquerade

January 14, 2015 | MichelleMarie

Richard’s blog has a new look. I love his words they give voice to the things I see. Go visit and see!
http://richardankers.com

Friends are Angels that lift us to our feet when Our wings have trouble remembering How to Fly

January 14, 2015January 25, 2016 | MichelleMarie

Jeanne Marie/MichelleMarie

Friends are
Angels that lift us
to our feet when
Our wings have trouble
remembering
How to Fly

photo by Jeanne Marie/Art by MichelleMarie

Inspiration from my Uncle

January 13, 2015November 19, 2015 | MichelleMarie

My Uncle said friends showed up for dinner! I hear he serves their favorite!

I will be here waiting~hoping praying this light will guide you home

January 13, 2015January 13, 2015 | MichelleMarie

iwillbeherewaiting

I will be here waiting~hoping praying this light will guide you home
I’ll leave my love hidden in the sun for when the darkness comes

I was just beginning to see your ghosts~when you died

January 13, 2015January 13, 2015 | MichelleMarie

iwasbeginningtoseeyourghosts

Some say you died that summer day
My heart knew different
I was just beginning to see your ghosts
when you died…..
Some say you died that summer day
I keep reading, turning over
My thoughts, your words, still hang
on branches like waiting
for an answered prayer
that slams into ceilings
like fake pleads
My heart knows different
it doesn’t think you died
that summer day

The Mistletoe

January 13, 2015 | MichelleMarie

Did you know where Mistletoe came from? Are there things you always wanted to know but maybe didn’t have the time to research? My friend Mike seems to have a lot of the answers to those questions you didn’t even know you had till you read these wonderful tidbits of fun! 😀

A Natural Journey

1889 – on the central plains of Indian Territory, soon to be Oklahoma Territory, soon to be the state of Oklahoma. They are standing by a grave in the dead of winter. It is cold, and the wind is up, making it colder. The ground was so hard, picks had to be used to break it up, but, it was done. A funeral has just ended.

——————–

…and, he was the one who wanted to come west. He was the one who, in his excitement, made everyone else excited enough to sell everything and come to Indian Territory for the land run. Was it just last April that we did that, ran like crazy people to drive a stake in the ground for 160 acres? Lord, I’d never do that again! It’s a wonder we weren’t all killed, for sure!

Father was a such a notional man, but, we did it! We have our land…thanks to…

View original post 580 more words