- Minnesota, usa
- March 17
- My poems reflect, sometimes, what I am feeling, or seeing, and sometimes, what I see in others and their lives.
"To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary.
To one without faith, no explanation is possible."
St. Thomas Aquinas
"The best surfer out there is the one having the most fun." Unknown
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" Before you were conceived, I wanted you.
Before you were born, I loved you.
Before you were here an hour, I would die for you.
This is the miracle of LOVE."
"Looking in the mirror isn't exactly a study of life" Lauren Bacall
Be anxious for nothing, but in prayer...let your requests be made known to God. Philipiansxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Cultivate your curves- they may be dangerous, but they won't be avoided."
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MY RECENT POSTS
December 16, 2014 05:05PM
- Living in Panama
December 07, 2014 10:54PM
- Oh, the trials of a land
August 15, 2012 03:22PM
August 14, 2012 03:19PM
- Losing weight and gardens..
for Sarah M.
June 16, 2012 02:25PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
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February 21, 2015 06:33PM
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a blog, but so many have been
~done that, so
December 17, 2014 03:22PM
- “M. C. S. Looking forward
to seeing more of your art
you are well.”
December 17, 2014 03:21PM
- “Thanks Jmac. Merry
Christmas to you.”
December 16, 2014 07:16PM
- “Sad children must be
lost. No matter what love is
still need to go
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So here I am in Panama. Have been living in the Boquete area for nearly a year. Love it here in the tropics. Have had many adventures including swimming in a waterfall at the top part of a mountain, seeing howler monkeys and the beautiful quetzal in their natural habitat. We… Read full post »
Having 80 acres up north is not always what it is cracked up to be. The land is amazing being three-forths wooded and one-forth meadow, with ferns, nearly shoulder high. In this canopy of cool greeness you can find nearly every color woodland flower, or fungi, or moss! I have… Read full post »
Sadness isn't always a bad thing
It can serve you..in remembrance.
Maybe as a reminder of what can be lost
So quickly in a look or an unguarded word.
Sadness tells of things unfixed,
Made broken or left broken
On purpose or purely by accident.
Maybe it's a prayer unask… Read full post »
2011 Egyptian onions & me
25 lbs lighter by the greenhouse 2012
Marigold, rained on
Shasta, and on left blackberries
Zinia Read full post »
Did anyone ever stop to think how much the media helps feed the frenzy that has become mass random shootings? I believe one report refered to the count of victims dead as a 'record'. Suppose there are any other wackos out there who may want to top that?
Why is the… Read full post »
You say why and the people laugh
Wanting the whole, but settling for half,
Moving about with expressionless face
Yet hoping for some redeeming grace.
Caught up in the conformity of existing
Taking small chances, but never living
Constantly drunk with delusional dreams
Always anticipating… Read full post »
My Father called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to Hawaii with him in 2004. Fourteen days with Dad, all expenses paid ? Well, sure why not? This is just on/… Read full post »
I lay here
With one hand under my head
The other, reaching for you
Just outside my reach.
There you are..marble eyes
Framed in tall grasses, stretched
Back legs nearly straight.
I wonder, as I look deep into
Those piercing dark ovals,
Set on jeweled seagreen back,
What could… Read full post »
March 17, 1982 my husband Steve gave me a book of poems called Poems that touch the heart. He never has had any interest in poetry. His interests lie in black holes, science of any type, and garage woodworking. So I thought it very sweet that he got me a present… Read full post »
This was written from memories of living in a farming community as a teen and when I was in college. My Father was assigned to three country churches in South Dakota.
From evening's end, cold, crisp and wet of dew
To midday's blistering sun in m… Read full post »
I happened upon a book at the library, All this Hell. It was about Navy and Army nurses who served in the time of Pearl Harbor. My Mother was fifteen and a survivor of that attack, so I was interested in the aftermath and what these women went through.… Read full post »
I may be getting to an age where I over-evaluate. Seems I can’t do anything these days without weighing ‘why’ am I doing it. As I look through all my past, much younger years, I see a relatively unstable little girl looking/… Read full post »
Past and present art stuff by me..
2009-Shelby and me
She liked giving me wet, sticky, red kisses.
Doubt I've ever been kissed like that before.
Slippery, cherry-flavored and chunky, sometimes.
Not smiling, as she locked eyes with me,
Such seriousness and obvious in… Read full post »
Is it an innate desire to strive to do good?
To right the wrong and do what we should?
From birth God provides a slate so clean,
Gives us his shoulder on which to lean,
And shields us against those earthly temptations,… Read full post »
Ever since I was a little girl I was fascinated with trees, any kind. My earliest recollection is a huge, fat, gnarly tree by our house, when I lived up country in Africa. Loved to sit and eat its fruit, grapefruit. There were so many… Read full post »
My family had just traveled five hundred miles through mud, swollen, swampy streams and dangerous terrain to Kabala, home of the boarding school my brother and I attended. Our Landrover jeep had been pushed through much of this by natives… Read full post »
Overseas, preaching, building schools and churches along side my Dad, is not all my Mom did. We were living in the Dakotas when Mom decided to go back to college and become a real teacher. I say 'real' teacher, because overseas she home schooled my brother and… Read full post »
The luminous alabaster-like veil,
Descends as an ever changing backdrop
Of all things picturesque.
Like cotton being… Read full post »
Once again climbing that broken stairway,
Missing the step with the spongy wood feel,
Gaze drops to broken colored glass below.
Balance gone, with spirits and fog on his mind.
Thought he was home, but far from right.
Down, free-falling,… Read full post »
Sitting in front of lettuce planting area
My nursery of Fescue and Sedum
Dead mess of the garden.
Center left, blackberry vines.
My spinach, Bibb lettuce, Mesclun & Mustard greens
I am starting to get my outdoor garden in order, and trust me when I say it is a mess. I have an indoor garden of flowers and herbs getting ready to go out to my little greenhouse.( That is another post.)
I have noticed so many interesting designs,… Read full post »
I sat at my kitchen table this morning
Looking out to the garden
Just passed that yellow finch
That was desperately scratching
At his rain drenched seeds,
They had dried… Read full post »