Happy Monday, y’all. I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. On Saturday we attended a wedding of a friend. It was a beautiful ceremony.
Sunday we went hiking.
Today, I’m in a musical mood. When am I not, right? Here’s one of my all time favorite songs. Listening to it always makes me feel peaceful and brings tears to my eyes. It speaks to my soul every time.
“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be”
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I like to think of myself as Elsa. Ha ha!
The sweetest gift.
Nature is my jam, toast, and butter.
Just one of my many favorites. Such a beautiful song. 💕
Hey y’all. Happy Wednesday. Greetings from the mountains of North Carolina. We’ve on the last day of a mini vacation and what fun we’ve had. I always love escaping to this neck of the woods. It’s so peaceful and rejuvenating. I wanted to share some photos with you from our adventures.
We rented a lovely little cabin. What a serene setting, just a wonderful place to relax.
We also spent a lot of time in one of my favorite mountain towns, Blowing Rock. We did some shopping and checked out the quaint art gallery. We enjoyed our time walking around town too. The sun was on full display. Of course, we had our trusty sunscreen on. Protect your skin kids
And the best part… I can’t leave out the glorious vistas.
Hey y’all. Crazy busy week. not much time for social media or blogging, but wanted to share a new poem with you. Hope you all have a lovely weekend. 💕
Nature the universal code
for serenity at least on
heaven gifted days,
like today when we wear
spring like our Sunday best.
is the sun? The wind
that seems made
just for cooling?
We sit on a blanket
in the emerald kissed
grass as the air peppers
Here there’s no need
for worry or statistical
musings. For a moment,
it doesn’t matter if we fall,
if we fail, here we can move
like the trees do.
Just listen to the birds
and their sated melody?
Let’s forget the world
and its insatiable desire
for “never enough”
Today the sunlight reflects
and shimmers just for you,
just for me. The Earth favoring
us with her motherly kindnes,
tenderness in every sound.
And a few quotes.
“Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature.”-Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”-Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”-William Shakespeare
“Hey, wait for me, creep” 😜💕-Tosha Michelle
And just because he’s the cutest
I’ve spent hours walking through the woods between bough and bramble..I feed on oaks in the netted forest. The sun hushed sky lighting my way. I make up rhymes straight from my chaotic head. Finding reflections in nature’s movement on a gentle October day.
I ghost dance with a song of myself. Bridging the unbridgeable. My body haunted by the hum of yesteryears and
things left undone. Wishing I got over things as easy as some. Yet, I’m obligated to feel every missteps and my wrong opinions of my battered soul. Always the first to stick myself with pins,
even though I’ve been blessed with unconditional love and acceptance. I’m still afraid of never being enough, of feeling
alone, of being forgotten. Scared of not being able to discern
genuine affection from inauthentic affected entanglement. Why am I still so naïve? Why do I trust too much?
As I walk back toward home. I remember
that my foundation is strong. That each
path I’ve traversed has led me where I’m
suppose to be. Somehow fuller from grief
and faults start. The frame of myself feeling each chilly breeze, each twig broken. Never quite able to lay down the
dregs of my soul. There are so many ways to go wrong. I refuse to count them
anymore. I’m tired of being anxious on my behalf. I will always have a melancholy heart, but my spirit is formidable.
Home now with a cup of hot chocolate and the warmth of kindreds, I offer up a toast to sorrows felt, those I’ve lost who have long moved on, and to the realities of self. Here’s to the story of stories left to be told, to long walks and ink saturated nights. Lines that shutter and get redefine, do overs, and the allure of fresh pine. Cheers to a woman child with a pocket full of thorns, and shooting stars in her eyes, a life of contusions, and cherry picked pages, the girl who lives for the scent of honeysuckles and always finds the will to go on.
This song is so beautiful. My heart!