Sunday, October 20, 2013


The time seems to seamlessly flow between the days like the little streams in the mountains here.
I love the cool autumn breeze brushing my face in the chilled October nights. 
I look back to where I have come from,
Where I planted my feet and bloomed this past year. 
I have been from sea to shining sea, and back again. 
And now I am home again nestled in between my mountain sounds and cozy by the fire in my birds nest.
I close my eyes and imagine all the things I thought would happen. 
All the flowers that I thought would be plucked.
I smile, as now I sit back and ponder, reflect, remember the beauty of the endless floral fields that I have actually had the great fortune to dance through.
All the colors and varieties of flowers that have grown beneath my feet.
Not plucking a stem, never stop the growth. Enjoy the beauty, but allow to better. Growing, beautiful.

The time is really just a number that allows me to reference when the seeds started to sprout.
"It does not matter the quantity, but more the quality" 
And I have had the most quality year to date. 
I feel beauty of life surround me, the richness and abundance of blessings.
I feel the sand between my toes and hear the soft mountain breeze whisper to remind me who I was made to be. 
One with you. 
One with me. 
One happy human.
One person on her way to who she needs to be.
My blonde memories tangled in salt and nostalgia warm my shoulders once again and that familiar feeling of home rings from the brilliant colors of the sun drenched clouds.

 I am where I need to be.

The time is not ticking against me, nor do I wear the watch.  It all continues on and the sundials master knows where to put my feet when to allow more fields to bloom. More dancing to be done. I am not sorry for what has happened. As my time really should just be his. It should melt and morph and become who I need to be. It all happens for a reason.  
I have been led my the hand and carried when its been hard. But I am here. 
And I will continue to go where the flower fields call my name.
So many more things to learn.
So many more things to nurture. 
So many more blooms to be made, and more love and memories to be had.
My soul smiles as I know that this time, is truly but a small minute.
All is well.


Friday, October 11, 2013

.the luckiest.

it was just like any other day, but i turned into the luckiest.

never imagined all this to last,
for the grip you hold is tight my dear
from the moment that you asked.

.i am the luckiest.

I wonder what you think when you lay your head down at night
my thoughts fly to you 
and smile in the moments of sweet reminisce 
my dear, your soul simply radiates light

.i am the luckiest. 

"ill be here waiting for your sweet and faithful return"
as you tucked it safe away
and you faithfully did
you wrote to never raise concern


i became the luckiest

if i could write the words that my soul truly knows
 i just simply cannot
for its too much to contain 
And a mere poem or song is all i can compose

you my darling boy turned me into 
the luckiest.

.i am the      luckiest.
and it is true my darling
my sweetheart
my love

 have taken
and claim the right to keep
my lucky little heart.

.i am the luckiest.

.forever and always.

.i love you.