traversing…

each gifted

with

one life to live

and

many paths

leading to somewhere ~ always

fading away ~ in time

but

never ceasing to be ~

beautiful.

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random ways

a random display

of

this way going that way,

that way going this way

and

all ways going somewhere……..

saturday stare #9

“mommy………daddy………”

blue eyes stare straight on

prepared to see and be seen

so doggedly………..cute

*a note from Issi’s biographer: the second line of the haiku is interchangeable with the following options:

her tumtum yearns for chow chow

the daily vroom vroom awaits

ready for a special treat

dressed to impress the boyfriends

I read…

I rejoice in your words…

I drown in your thoughts…

I connect with your spirit and dance…

…….

I am on the outside ~ looking in ~ an admirer from afar…

…….

reading feelings

expressed in verses ~

flowing

straight

from your heart……..

a lesson from above

soaking up the rays

there is much more to the eye

than a crystal blue sky ~

it is a powerful reminder

to be grateful

for each moment given….

to be alive.

**though we have had vortexes combined with snow, ice, wind gusts, rain, thunder, lightning, melting, flooding….all within a period of a few weeks…we have had a few sunny days with no clouds and beautifully incandescent blue skies….

’tis living

one of my deck beauties

I am captivated by what is known

and

challenged by the unknown ~

all I can do is keep moving ~ ~ ~ forward ~ ~ ~

embracing

them

both …

we bring our chapters to life

through

stories etched in moments passed

and

time unbeknownst to the author’s pen.

cognitive couching

the cliche states ~

“Dream big or go home.”

I disagree.

I say ~

“Even the tiniest of dreams

is

a reason to stay.”

a saturday stare #5

time for dinner…..yet????? please?????

About an hour or so before dinner, we are ‘faced’ with this longingly stare and quite a bit of dramatic conversation. Yes, you read correctly ~ conversation. Isabella speaks!

an everlasting dance

May 13, 2017 – Graduation

embraced by a melody…

consumed by a rhythm…

I reach beyond my present

and

wrap my arms

around

the memories of the past…