Sunday, September 30, 2012


10/21/2008

 

She came to me through a veil of sleep

Appearing from another time

A genteel look of sadness upon her face

She had something to say to me

She spoke, her words lost to me

But I understood

We both longed for the same thing

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Creative Challange 223


A shattered heart

Replaced by stone

The burden hers to carry alone

A love so deep she would feel

His love an illusion a lie unreal

The darkest black would come to call

Once again she would fall

Spiraling back to a past love

That could not be and never was

Confused alone forlorn

Once again she would mourn

The past couple of days have been....

very confusing, with a lot of extra emotion thrown in. I have something I need to write. I need to write.....until then...this sorta of ties in.



Far Away
Michael Wood
I recieved a gift today that brought this post to mind. It was something very precious that I'll always treasure.
To the light that shines in my life....you give me comfort, strength and so much more.
Thank you
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When I saw this painting, I thought about Nickelbacks song "Far Away" and a story someone once told me.
It was a story about their Grandparents. A story of hope and love. The Grandfather had gone off to find his way in the world. The two were separated by time and distance for many years and yet, the love they felt for each other survived. Eventually, they were reunited and lived out their lives together.
When I think of this story, it always reminds me of "The Legend of the Claddaugh". Another story of love that lasted the test of time.
It's nice to know that love like this exist. That two souls can weather any storm.




The following was written by Robert Hogan. He gave me his permission to use this anytime. It was in my blast for a while.
Feeling allows pain, but feeling allows love. It's a trade off. I can deal with pain, I could nor would not want to numb myself to love.
When I read this, it really touched me. It actually changed the way I viewed some things. I have been blessed to know much love in my life. Family and friends. I've known the romantic love. I have loved very deeply. Sometimes the love we feel isn't returned but, I think that having the ability to Love is a wonderful thing.
I don't know if I'll ever give that kind of love to anyone again. Honestly, it scares the shit out of me. I don't fall in love easily but, when I do, I fall hard. I have known the pain of love but, I can't say that I regret the times it was in my life.
What I really think is, I'm tired. I haven't slept much the past few days and I just have too much stuff rolling around in my head. Since I have to get up at 4 AM, I think I'm going to try to call it a night.
Hope you all have had a great weekend.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Creative Challage #221

On The Wings Of A Dragon
On the wings of a dragon she flies
out of the darkness and into the light
Sadness and pain cannot find her here
There is no place for anger and fear
peace and tranquility fill her heart
as she soars though the heavens up to the stars
this is where she paints her dreams
of things to come, things unseen
and if in time she loves again
this will be where her life begins
 
 


Monday, September 10, 2012

My Daughter....Brandy




Brandy left me a note on FB a few minutes ago. It brought me to tears. She's been through a lot in the past and she's overcome a lot. Some of you know her story and you were there for me during those times.
This is the note she left me:
Dear Momma, I can't tell u enough that I love u.... How could I not??? At the times that I was not a good daughter and disappointed, scared, and worried U. U still loved me. Stuck by me. And helped me get through those times. On top of all that u r and where back then a Good Hard Workin Mom & gave me the best life. Thank u. U...
r the mom I can only hope to be. And so far after being a mom myself.... I only look up too u for being so strong when that thing everyone calls LIFE tried to knock u down. I only hope that one day I will be able to hear my sons say the same to me..... Love U, your daughter<- Brandy Nicole Deal :)
It reminded me of a post I did a long time ago...The Magic of the Bandaid.... I posted it on FB for her. It's so hard to know your children are hurting and going through things you've already experienced. I wish a bandaid could help her now. This is the post I left her:
The magic of the Bandaid.

9/28/2008

When my girls were young, the band-aid was a magical thing. No matter the problem, a band-aid always seemed to be the fix. That or a kiss to the offended area. Still works with the grandmonsters.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skinned knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a ...
boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.

My daughter....Brandy

 Brandy left me a note on FB a few minutes ago.  It brought me to tears.  She's been through a lot in the past and she's overcome a lot.  Some of you know her story and you were there for me during those times.

This is the note she left me:

 

Dear Momma, I can't tell u enough that I love u.... How could I not??? At the times that I was not a good daughter and disappointed, scared, and worried U. U still loved me. Stuck by me. And helped me get through those times. On top of all that u r and where back then a Good Hard Workin Mom & gave me the best life. Thank u. U...
r the mom I can only hope to be. And so far after being a mom myself.... I only look up too u for being so strong when that thing everyone calls LIFE tried to knock u down. I only hope that one day I will be able to hear my sons say the same to me..... Love U, your daughter<- Brandy Nicole Deal :)
 
 
It reminded me of a post I did a long time ago...The Magic of the Bandaid....  I posted it on FB for her.  It's so hard to know your children are hurting and going through things you've already experienced. I wish a bandaid could help her now. This is the post I left her:
 
 
  The magic of the Bandaid.

9/28/2008

When my girls were young, the band-aid was a magical thing. No matter the problem, a band-aid always seemed to be the fix. That or a kiss to the offended area. Still works with the grandmonsters.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skinned knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a ...
boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.
                                                             

 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Word of the day...

The Word of the Day for September 9 is:

lugubrious \loo-GOO-bree-us\ adjective
1 : mournful; especially : exaggeratedly or affectedly mournful
2 : dismal

Examples:
Katie's friends guessed immediately from her lugubrious expression that she and her boyfriend had broken up.

"Then beneath that lugubrious lament comes a kind of gentle chugging rhythm, like the clickety-clack of a train, against which Sweeney thumbs his nose at the sentimentality established at the start of the song." — From a review by Steven Leigh Morris in LA Weekly, June 14, 2012

Did you know?
"It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery," wrote Publilius Syrus in the first century BC. Perhaps this explains why "lugubrious" is so woeful—it's all alone. Sure, we can dress up "lugubrious" with suffixes to form "lugubriously" or "lugubriousness," but the word remains essentially an only child—the sole surviving English offspring of its Latin ancestors. This wasn't always the case, though. "Lugubrious" once had a linguistic living relative in "luctual," an adjective meaning "sad" or "sorrowful." Like "lugubrious," "luctual" traced ultimately to the Latin verb "lug─ôre," meaning "to mourn." "Luctual," however, faded into obsolescence long ago, leaving "lugubrious" to carry on the family's mournful mission all alone.

The above is copy and pasted from my daily email. I love words and enjoy learning new ones. This one, however, seemed to fit the moment. The atmosphere in Multiply is "lugubrious."  The time is coming when we won't be here. I don't remember feeling this way when 360 closed. Maybe, my connections there weren't as strong as the connections I've made here. There are friends here from 360 still, but many have fallen along the wayside.

There are a few friends I made here that I haven't heard from in a long time. Emm is one. I miss her so much. I worry about here and she's in my thoughts often. I do have her on my messenger and an email address, so I'll still send a note now and then, just to let her know I'm thinking of her. I did have her phone numbers, but it was in one of the phones I drowned. I really need to invest in an address book.

It's the same with Pam, or Vamp as most knew here. She pops in occasionally just to let me know she's still breathing. The last I heard, she was very happy and on her way to becoming a blushing bride....LOL She would kill me for that. People didn't always understand her and couldn't see how she and I could be friends, but we clicked.....and a bond was formed.

Some of the friends here have gone on to FB. I'm not a big facebook fan, but I can keep up with them there.  Rach, Claire, Linda B, and Holly. Many of you are there also. Becky, aka Mop, I keep with me wherever I go. One of these days I'm gonna get that Chic here or Morticia and I are gonna have to make that trip.

I'm hanging here till the end. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Just wanted to play

 
I haven't played with layers and brushes in so long....I've forgotten a lot.  And blogger won't let me make the last image large....go figure....
 
 




 
 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Creative Challage Journey



She was finally here. The place she had always dreamed of. That place that had aways called to her.

She stood there, looking at the beauty before her. Rays of light beaming, through the clouds, above the magnificent old building. The birds seem to be drawn to the light, as was she. Circling ever upward, toward it's warmth.

So many emotions filled her. Peace, contentment. A sense of arriving home after a long journey.

But, there was also sadness. A feeling of emptiness. She was not supposed to be here alone. The one that had been her light, the one that had pulled her from the storm, had fallen into a darkness of his own. What she had offered, what she had given, had not been enough. She had not been enough.

Life was full of such strange twists and turns. The one who had given her hope, the one that had seen her, even though she tried to hide this from others, had also been the one to give her strength. The one that had given her the courage to walk away, the ability, to say goodbye.

There was something waiting for her here. She knew it. She could feel it. She would leave the sadness and emptiness behind. Her time had come. She was off to find her destiny. Whatever that might be.