Of the House, Etched in Mind
In two decades of decadent living I'd banished all remembrances of the past But the house that I ran from came ghosting Nudging me to go visit one last time…
In two decades of decadent living I'd banished all remembrances of the past But the house that I ran from came ghosting Nudging me to go visit one last time…
Life is Expedition where we decide the cadence and try to match it to the frequency of how we want things to go. We do this by monitoring our path. Internally, mainly, as that's the only path we can control. May we all be ready to cross bridges without judging and controlling. Happy Expeditions to all.
At my local grocery story today, the buzz was on. I savored it. But then what I heard on the car radio zapped me back to the sad reality that the pandemic is still on. What sadness. Be safe everyone.
A poem: Aye, but do you understand her chutzpah and gentility? Inspired by a lovely picture prompt.
Having ordinary days. Want to reach out to you with an extraordinary piece of music that bathe me with warmth and gentle happiness today. Be well my friends.
Do old photos send you down memory lane? Or do you care not about the past? I'm a softie for old photos and for old things that obviously hold secrets and good memories. Hope this poem sits well with you. Enjoy.
This is a remake of an essay that all but one kind person read. No biggie. It was long. Here I present it to you, shortened into prose. Hope you give it a read this time. Have you heard? The world is due for an upgrade...
Friendship is what keeps me going. "Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.” ~ Francesco Guicciardini
I worked on questions that a fictional character in a book I like would be contemplating. I bet you'll know right away who this character is. Please consider leaving me your thoughts *wink*
Where were you on November 29th, 1987? And what were you doing? Click to read where I was. It was phenomenal. And reliving it in today's prompt had me smiling all day. Incidentally, that tape still exists.
The Moon. What's not to love about her?