I was wrong!

I wrote it, I read it, I loved it.
Not too long
Not too short
Not too deep
Peppered with a perfect balance of  humor and mystery
Surely, I thought, 
Others will love it too.
I was wrong.....

I wrote it, I read it, I hated it
The epitome of "bleh".
I cringed at the choices I'd made
Boring, vapid, lackluster words
The best I could conjure not good enough
Surely, I thought,
Others will hate it too
Again, I was wrong.

Intuitively we know....

Intuitively we knew.....

The bond was there from the moment we met. A mutual recognition, too tangible to ignore, hung perceptibly in the air. Inexplicably, we connected, no need to converse.  A silent recognition that shall not be broken.

Untainted by words or reduced by logic,  it  transcends all limits of  the imagination, allowing only the integrity of truth to shine through.

No, it cannot be proven, nor does it matter. For connected souls are eternal, silence is golden, and

Intuitively we know......

AHHHHHH.....

Stepping into the veil of blackness, familiarity guides my slippered feet effortlessly down the shadowy staircase to my favorite morning spot. Sinking into the overstuffed chair, I luxuriate in the pleasant fogginess of  my sleepy brain as it gently dissipates into the pre-dawn stillness I've come to cherish.

These moments are precious, pure, but oh, so brief. Outside, the sounds of a waking world are beginning to filter in.  SIGH.

With a final stretch, I rise, my pup Misty following close at my heels.

And so it begins.....

As is our routine, coffee in hand, I watch as she squeezes, tail wagging wildly, through a barely open door. Wrapped in my robe, I hug myself tightly and inhale. The sweet briskness of morning air gives me an exhilarating jolt, as my eyes scan for the last remnants of twilight.

Above the rooftops, all signs of the darkness have disappeared; Replaced with colors unique only to God's palette, gloriously infused with golden hues, fresh hopes, and promises of new beginnings.....

 AHHHHH...... MORNING!!! Don't you just love it??????????

disintegrating memories

Who will ever know the wisdom you possess?

Illegible scrawls randomly scattered

Sacred messages, cryptically inscribed

Artistic interpretations of love and light

pain and darkness living and losing

Intricately bound,

you're private graffiti

created from a heart for purpose of posterity,

imploring to be read

but instead
tucked away in darkness
you are lost...

damp, dusty, curled and withering

forgotten
a lifetime of love
poured onto pages
disintegrating memories

never to be revealed

Seuss n' juice

Today is special

Today is great

Today it's You

We celebrate

Because of you

We love to rhyme

We love to sit

For story time

Your words are famous

Throughout the world

Inspiring boys,

Inspiring girls

From Cats in Hats

to Green Eggs and Ham

and who can forget

Sam I Am?

As I'm writing my blog

and drinking my juice

I think of my hero

The great Dr. Seuss

Happy Birthday 112th birthday Dr. Seuss

That Other Girl....

“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”  -Anaïs Nin

4:35 AM and I cannot sleep a moment longer, not today..... 

Like a kid on Christmas morning, I bolt out of bed fresh,renewed and prepared for the excitement that lies ahead.

31 Slices of Life, reading, sharing, commenting.........but is only the beginning.

You see, this year, I'm adding a personal challenge; a promise to myself. Without compromise, I will step up and out of my comfort zone; I will share, without fear, the kind of writing that defines the person I am.

THIS will be daunting, and somewhere between the third and fourth weeks of March, will undoubtedly take its toll.

So, to my friends and fellow writers, I ask in advance for your help.

1.Please forgive me.....

when the edgy, irritable, randomly scribbling, incessantly whining,  irreversible writer's block inflicted, "never doing this again"....version of me begins to appear......

2. Direct her back to this post.

This is what the "real me" has to say. " I love to write, I choose to write, I want to write,  I need to write. I'm honored to a part of this warm, nurturing, highly respected writers' community. The Annual SOL Challenge is a gift I give to myself".....

As far as that other girl you're about to meet, well......She just needs to get a grip. :-)

Happy Slicing friends!! I am  genuinely delighted to be here.



  

It's Tuesday.....

Tuesday......

Thoughtfully, I inhale scent of fresh lemon and sip at my tea....

Understanding my need to continue, I reach for my writers notebook.  My words flow

Easily, without inhibition, I write, knowing that my

Sharing will come naturally, without concern.....I'm in the groove.

Driven by a replenished desire, I do it!  I write, and I read 

And I remember, that this is where I belong, and hope that I'll find

You will be here too.....it's Tuesday!