Come here, you. Come on, closer.... .even closer!

I've pretty much run out of handy, old, "almost there" poems or stories, the ones that I can just dust off, finish up and rely on to keep my blogs churning, during those days or even weeks when I don't find/make time to put my pen to paper, or when my pen's just temporarily out of inspired ink. So,... Sign in to see full entry.

How many parents have the privilege in life of honoring one of their own children as one of their personal heroes? I don’t know the answer, but I am inclined to believe it is a relative few. I happen to be one of them, thus the basis for this story. From one of my most painful moments in time,... Sign in to see full entry.

The poem below was inspired by a dream my Sister had about our only Brother, shortly after he was murdered. What a gift she was given, what a beautiful, hopeful message to deliver to the rest of our grieving hearts. Asleep in the night, she began to dream, and a knock came at her door~ There you... Sign in to see full entry.

My inner strength is real and powerful It is the only thing that has enabled me to have faith When a huge part of me saw nothing to believe in~ It is the only thing that has allowed me to love When a huge part of me wanted so much just to hate~ It is the only thing that has given me laughter When a... Sign in to see full entry.

I was adopted into a family existing of only adopted children – two older sisters and one older brother, all from different birth mothers. I always knew I was adopted, that we were all adopted, although I didn’t know exactly how or why some children ended up in families they weren’t born into, until... Sign in to see full entry.

Brotherly Love Someone once said, “You are the hero of your own stories.” I came across a story I jotted down about 17 years ago and the memory still brings a smile to my face. So I thought I’d share it here, today. It was a brief little moment in time, where a simple, impromptu act of a child, my... Sign in to see full entry.

...must not be a marketable item. What a different world we would live in, if the vast majority could figure this out. Society has evolved into one, big, materialistic, status- worshiping, pit of vanity. THE REALITY Values are no longer valued. Individuality has blended into the masses. Creativity... Sign in to see full entry.

~The Man on TV~ I never truly realized the severe influence of advertisement upon our society, until I became a mother and saw the impact actually surfacing through my preschool-aged children. As an adult, I am subconsciously bombarded with television, radio and magazine ads every day. Although... Sign in to see full entry.

Memories of My Meadow Even today, when I close my eyes and take a deep, cleansing breath, I am able to find my way back to a memory, find my way back to a place in time where I first experienced the true unity of the earth and sky. The midnight hike came to an end with a rest period. The guidance... Sign in to see full entry.

Today, July 31st, is my oldest Sister's Birthday. Unfortunately, she is not here to celebrate it with us. Cathey, and my niece Jana, her 3 month old daughter, were killed by a drunk driver when I was 13 years old. Sounds like a long time ago, and it was. Funny thing, the anniversary of a loved one's... Sign in to see full entry.