She Hath Wings
Love Is a Daily Choice
An honest reflection on love as a daily choice, exploring how intention, consistency, and commitment sustain relationships beyond fleeting feelings. Love Is a Daily Choice I was so touched by this post and agreed wholeheartedly with its content. Wanting to share it with you, and recommend George Kisyov’s page.
Farewelling James Van Der Beek
I’m sitting here watching many videos of James Van Der Beek. At first, when I read the news, I couldn’t bear to see photos of him unwell. I wanted to fix the youthful, strong and energetic version of him in my mind. As I read more about his life and his love of his wife…
Taking It In
Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-Distant boats trace the horizon.My vantage point is limited to view of water;Metal rail a reminder of separation;Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.My busy day not ended, and yet,This picture…
The Waterfight
Weeks of waiting, pleading forA water soaking time outdoors-Bunch of Balloons filled with ease;Toddler drops them from the knees.Confetti of broken balloons strewn about;Smiles we cannot do without-Squeals of delight as buckets drench backs;Feet slomp slomp and balloons go “splat”.Hoses soak and sprinklers cool;Children splash water from wading pool-An hour or more passes, it’s time…
Lake King
Sitting here Staring at Lake King, Grateful for the breeze Tickling my face And the red flag flapping The whir of the engine Laughing, playing, children The bee that didn’t sting me And the seals that frolicked. Time to relax; Away from children clamouring Remembering my childhood And my love of the water Snapping pictures…
Till Then
Pain turned to missing- And missing turned to hope; Forgiveness flowed with stories shared Of memories long ago. The door no longer bolted; A window now stays open; Melodies fill the soul- As Winter melts away. Smiles and hearts aglow; Never looking back; Connection at the core- Pretence not invited. Hope unfolds its petals; Perfume…
She hath wings 
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