Some people aren’t loyal to you…

Be AWARE of these PEOPLE, but don’t BE those PEOPLE. AND yes LOVE these people because LOVE never fails. 💖 but don’t expect them to be what they cannot. Thanks for the heads up @shelleygiglio Lisa Bevere

I saw this on Facebook and I loved it immediately. I learned this one the hard way. 

Guard your heart it’s the wellspring of life! 

Sometimes these people can be family members. I’ll never forget what Bling said to me, 

“Bling never let anyone hurt you twice.”

 She’s right, I never do. I simply have to love them at a distance and not let them in anymore. It’s hard when I love them! 💓😄

IL ‘est charmant… Bling writing project


il est charmantHe is charming.

He is my white knight in blue jeans she told me, and I believe her.

He calms me when the storms of life surround me, He tells me everything will be okay! Even in death we are not separated because I carry him inside my heart everywhere I go. I hear his voice whisper quietly laughing at what a mess I’ve made, as I scream for justice and take my stand. Still he stands behind me like the old oak tree we planted when our love was young. I now sit beneath it in the shade of his love. And the breeze that blows through my white knight’s tree is charming as he.

He is charming! je t’aime

Bling I know I was supposed to write about someone and when I made this I did it with you and your white knight in mind. I wanted to do something for you to show my thankfulness. I’m so thankful for you Bling! Thank you…thank you Bling! 

All was found but nothing-Bling writing project

All was found but nothing

I forgot who I was without all this stuff around me to cling to. So much of who I believed
myself to be was wrapped up in this stuff,  this house, this town, all the starting over.
Memories packed in boxes as if they would keep me from seeing the real truth.
Boxed up maybe to avoid seeing they were nothing but chaff on the trashing floor of my life.
And now they were “kindling,” fire the fire chief said.

This silly old book was all that was left and it too was charred, it’s pages like the finest soot butterflies
flew up as I blew them free. I watched as the breeze caught them and oddly enough I saw a
freedom in their release. I tossed the singed book into the rubble letting go of all I thought
made a difference. The difference was inside my heart and nothing could ever change or
take away as that fire burned the fake right out of me.