Grace is calling me home

Grace is calling me home
Love is calling me home
Peace is calling me home

Why wrestle, why fight?
When you have tried
this all your life
Surrender and you just might
Find home

I went outside and saw my wildflowers swaying and the birds were singing so I made a little video with my iPhone. Thought you might like to listen.

You Gave It Away


You Gave It Away
Life has taken it’s toll
with your rock-a-bye body
and butterfly soul

Oh…don’t you grow old
Sail it away
Find your way
Find your way

Push out in the ocean
Bail with a spoon
Keep your eye on the moon
Find your way back

With your fist full of wishes
Arms full of dreams
Don’t give them away

Sail them back to me

And so…tell me something little wildflower

And So….Tell me something little wildflower


I have lived like a garden rose
It is the only life I know
I felt the touch of tending hands
I made my peace of which I stand
but…


I long to see her dancing
right in front of me.
I watched her last night swaying softly
and I heard the gentle breeze…
whisper something like little wildflower….
hum hum hummmmmmhummmm

Midnight Butterfly

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

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

Happy Mother’s Day wildflowers from me

photo by MichelleMarie

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


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

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.

The mountains are calling

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