2 am again. Soft golden light streaming lazily across the room gently planting kisses between the shadows. highlights to curve and slope of the forehead, random hairs spun gold, nose, cheek, and lips. Slightly parted lips that once were insistant on finding mine with mint and spring flower luster. Now they spew a sound that could only be a…

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Sleep. It eludes me, running cycles in my mind of past days.

All or nothing.

Sleep. Dreams manage reality, compartmentalize the trauma into boxes fragments of time too much to bear alone.

Reorganize the structure.

Weary from the day and tired from the walk. I think okay I’ll just get some take away and we can talk. had my foot supporting the door. The slight incline requested more, this was not my friend i lamented again. I struggled to get out…Determined to make one trip. Drink under one arm, the other in a hand, the bag and purse thats more…

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Remember purpose

Understanding

Nothing

Before the western sunset

After the summer sprinkles

Clearly

Kindness

Touched by effervescent love

Over every mountain

MOUNTAIN

Eagles lift and fly you home!

I stepped up the wide gap from ground to the porch landing. The stair was broken in half with one screw keeping one side from completely being removed from the structure. The boards now wrapping in the sun and moisture. Your not here to tke care of them. The paint is chipping and the drain spouts need cleaned out. The tree in the front and the…

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Walking step for step the pattern forms as we trail along, when the water forms tear drops falling from the sky. Softly landing on cheeks turned red from anguish, pain was fully displayed, the rip in time, the human size hole left within the mind.

I will say, I didn’t come to follow, but I would rather not lead. Chances are if you walk next to me, you should be fore warned, I like to smell the flowers all along the way. Bumble bees fascinate me and I may hang out with them for a while. If you are impatient, you may go on and leave me, I’ll offer you a smile. I doubt I will catch up, I am…

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Vulnerability, the revealing and exposing the raw emotions of passion; that is presented within the practice of a craft.

A craft presented among peers. The crowd of gathered crows ready to pick at my eyes and a still beating heart. Will they be supportive or rejecting? Bring them to tears with joy or pain. Unfolding the fear within the soul,…

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The bluster push of wind, shouting the rage of prairie winter. Daggers of mini ice crystals slicing into exposed skin.

Storms will pass. Duck your head and push on through. Mind your footing, protect your eyes.

Blue sky’s are just over the next rise.

🌬

Sherbet sky

Invoke on mass joy, love, peace

On this day of grace

provided 2000 years ago by our Jesus sacrifice for all

life is short

Eternity is long

this is goodnight

die to your sin

for our sins

wake up in 3 days to a new life vibrant with joy, love, and peace

Sherbet sky

Our pockets have rare treasures… the story of our day unfolds…

When we are kids, Rocks become gems, treasure abounds, scribbling transforms to notes with friends, music is our own heart song, and Frogs are just frogs.

When we are teens, gems have made there way to fingers and no long there in, pens become soul transportation, heart songs…

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Do birthdays end when we die?

If someone still remembers and a song brings a flood to the eyes?

When the picture, above the mantle, yet thrusts the piercing rods of memories through the heart, I think then birthdays still count.

Happy Birthday Mom.