Get Lost in the Lines with ME!!!

Get Lost in the Lines with ME!!!

NOTES FROM MY HEART and BLUES AND BROKEN — A couple of short pieces

I’ve loved trying the CPC “Pick-Aparts” for such a long time now. Thanks to Darrell Shepherd for sharing his poetry with us this month. The idea is to select 25 words from the pieces posted in the challenge (link posted below) and to write new pieces using those 25 words (tenses and forms of the […]

IT’S THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!! (CLOSED)

IT’S THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!!

LISTENING TO WISDOM’S VOICE — “Magic Monday”

LISTENING TO WISDOM’S VOICE Mysterious and magical, those voices I sometimes hear when all is very silent, their messages so clear and my imagination open to the keys they hold to at least some of the mysteries of this life I’m blessed to behold. I’ve heard the voice of wisdom as they’ve passed it down […]

Saturday Share, Come One ~ Come All !!!

Saturday Share, Come One ~ Come All !!!

Get Lost in the Lines with ME!!!

Get Lost in the Lines with ME!!!

PARADISE DREAMING (with photo) — “Magic Monday/Snow Globe . . . . “

PARADISE DREAMING Paradise dreaming within this winter array, palm trees swaying in the breeze despite what the weather says; seabirds and snowbirds upon the trade winds sail. as dolphins dance upon the waves, and inviting me to swim, my senses bathed in surf and sun, so chilled am I with winter’s snow and wind. And […]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS AGAIN — “Friday Fling”

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS AGAIN Every year right around this time I return to that place so often hidden away, that place where magic happens in sometimes surprising ways; that place where I find harmony and sweet connections; where I find no strings or hidden agendas. I return to that place, as alive now as […]

ITS THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!! (CLOSED)

ITS THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!!

HAND-CRAFTED — A “Simple Sunday” Piece With Hugs and Photos

HAND-CRAFTED I come to the holidays, my hands open wide, carrying simple gifts to share with family and with friends. I come with words from deep inside, and written down as they flow through this pen I hold in my hand. I come with simple tunes to play upon my fiddle here, with names attached […]