Dark is her sky sometimes
I watch her clatter around
In the castle with round walls
She makes not a sound
How I wish, oh I wish
For a little magic somewhere
Then flown through her window
A Midnight Butterfly
so rare
The moon it was blue
It glistened the sky
Midnight Butterfly kissed her
Right on the eye
From that day on she saw
Nothing but gladness
Rainbows and sunshine
Midnight Butterflies
are magical that way
Oh how I wish…I miss her sometimes, no…Always 🦋
Stars like rain
Roads like fences
makes no sense
Since roads lead
yet these seem to hem
lengthen and strengthen
the distance between
Stars like rain
Road like fences
Maybe it’s me
I think
I see the other side of You… …like Heart Surveillance
Because Kindness Matters it just does. I will always choose kindness even when I feel offended, or someones words are hurtful.
Just because you can say something mean doesn’t mean you should.
Just because you can share an opinion that could be taken in the wrong way, don’t mean you ought to.Â
Sometimes I grow weary reading thoughts that are unkind.
Nevertheless, I choose to share my art, photos and thoughts here. I focus on the goodness and kindness of others and believe the very best from everyone. Have a blessed day.~ღ~
I was thinking what could I do to show you how I feel about you and do something special for you…my wildflowers caught my attention earlier while I was enjoying the sun with my girl…
Celebrating all Moms; Those here, Those gone, and Those lost.
May we all be found in love.~ღ~
~ღ~Happy Mother’s Day sweet Mommies.~ღ~
e-the-re-al moments and I’m hardly speaking a word. I really know these things should be heard. All I can do is show you things the way I see them…e-the-re-al like dancing light on petals~
transparent like my soul.
~ღ~
When I was young I would sit on the swing-set starring at the sky. I noticed how time would fly and my thoughts would land like bumble bees kissing a flower, never staying on one subject too long. I guess that was when I learned that my soul and spirit could float and my imagination could imagine, ever though my feet were firmly planted in my present moment. I remember this day because I remember thinking when I am older I want to remember this day…How the clouds are making shapes like horses and cows and the wind was blowing them around, and for the span of 2 hours I was lost in my thoughts. I smile as I write this in my journal because it is something I didn’t want to forget about myself—even though my feet are firmly planted in the present moment, my soul, spirit and mind can dream and visit anywhere, all I have to do is go outside look up and imagine my world however I want it to be. Maybe it’s my gypsy soul, who knows, it’s such a nice thought for today, so I’m going to think it.
Maybe the gypsy soul
the country road
I’ll never know
what took you away
but you went
Maybe the mountains
that burned your soul
till you sat atop
I’ll never know but
whispers in the wind
Maybe the broken heart
the sorrow and regret
You fled away
with your tomorrows
I’m left wondering
Maybe I’ll never know
I won’t let go
I’m going to
hold you in my heart
till I see you again
I never really wanted to fit in and I like being different.
~✿~Brilliantly & Uniquely Different~✿~
Below a sign from my desk.Â
