Carrying On

She said to me so long ago “Don’t you go bawling, squalling, and carrying on after I’m gone” I’ve kept that promise that I made over and over Twinkling blue eyes looking straight through my own tear-filled brown ones She would say over and over “You love me too much I don’t know what you’ll…

Wild Heart

As I head into the room to create the things on my my list My boots are on my feet and my jeans hug my hips I’m wearing a shirt that says it all, “Listen with all that you have” I find myself praying like my momma used to do just talking on to Jesus…

Not A Word

There were words hidden in the cracks  between the lines along the ragged edge that weren’t so easy to find like a pirate’s loot of treasure disguised in plain sight only a very few ever looked long and hard  deep enough to see what was there Not a word was said no hint it had…

Roses and Thorns

A person that plants thorns, must never expect to gather roses.           -Paulo Coelho I read this and sat outside on my patio, pondering the wisdom of these words as I looked at the garden filled with flowers and green plants,and tall trees that are losing their leaves. There’s a chapter in…