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When I was a child, we looked up at the sky after the rain had fallen and we opened up our box of crayons and drew on paper whatever colors of the rainbow we saw illuminating above. We kids thought back then the beauty of nature belonged only to us, it was our personal gift that lit up the sky with beautiful colors to make us all smile.
In 2015 and beyond we should all feel victorious that the colors of our beautiful rainbow continue to shine bright and that it WILL shine bright for ALL humans who demand to be treated fairly and with equality in all levels of life including being legally able to protect the rights and properties of their partners. Cheers and congrats to the victory of marriage equality.
We all of us are going through pain, tragedy, regret, challenges. But, it is the endurance of faith and spirit that cannot be challenged. I do not take well to life’s challenges, not at all. Thankfully I have my fingertips and keyboard or pen and paper that help me to cope and help me to breathe. I do not want to negate life’s reality, but rather, I want to sustain my own life and move forward with as much happiness as I can handle. And so it goes.
I saw a door, I crossed the threshold and walked through it.
Had no idea what was behind the door, didn’t care.
I was curious. Tentative, but I was curious and I went inside.Hanging from the ceiling was a Tiffany-style lamp,
a beautiful bulbous glass creation that radiated.
I stared at the map for hours.
where I stood. It lit on a tall potted plant with
long flowing leaves. I could not name the plant.
I imagined myself as a wandering bird or a crow or a hawk
above a tree in Africa.
Below the tree was a warm welcoming elephant
that pulled a branch down to allow me to walk across.
I sat on the elephant’s backside and we walked together
toward sunset and we laughed,
at nothing but the happiness that filled our hearts
Here I am yet again.
Fluttering my bright blue wings
Struggling, pushing against a mesh veil
But I am here
pushing and fluttering and moving.
I am here
with my hand reaching out tentatively.
about to enter yet another door to
Whatever IT is.
with spectacular gold trimmed tile.
My bare feet slide slowly around the tile
outlining each and every bulb impression.
I stand curious and waiting,
waiting and hopeful about
What my “future” will bring and when.
with a Quartz dipped in gold
that embraces my tiny neck.
I remain waiting. Wondering. Not knowing why I am here keeps me standing,
keeps me waiting,
keeps me curious,
keeps me hopeful.
Not knowing why I am here
is why I remain. Here.
when people attempt to hurt
Rose flowers given to me by someone who loves me.When people melt with deference
when they bristle with venom
at my very existence,
I see the color rose in a rusty chair
that I sit in to watch and wait and smile
to handle haters.And I rise above
And eating rose-colored, rose-flavored candy
…Karma exists for everyone. And good Karma is the color rose.
A door with laced windows.
A lavish rose-thorned chandelier with glass tear drops .
I imagined Sea Foam today
with a glass of wine
and comfortable conversation
and a soft cushion under my bottom.
A friendly chat ensued and I happily wandered
My mind allowed me to wander
To wherever I needed to be
As long as I was free.
For a short while
I was free
Free to be just me. Just me.
with an everlasting glorious resonance!
whose branches embrace me
and stroke me and happily bend
to my stride.
A wooden bench in white snow
A Red Pot of a lovely beverage with two red cups .
They wait for me
in the snow
And HE waits for me
The Red Door opens
And we both relish peaceful
Warm Red Bliss.