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”
Hello wonderful ones. Happy Tuesday. Last week we took one of our mini vacation to the mountains of Helen GA and had the best time. Photos below. Wonderful little town. I imagine it’s particularly lovely in the fall. Perhaps, another trip is in order at a cooler date. 😜
As an aside the Mister, (who’s much more hip and knowledgeable when it comes to films than yours unruly) got me hooked on CNN’s “The Movies”. Note, he’ll never convince me that “The Godfather” isn’t overhyped, but I digress. Each episode of the documentary covers a different decade of films (with people like Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Steven Spielberg, and various other esteem actors, directors, and filmmakers) sharing anecdotes and their insights into movies that defined each decade. It’s well worth a look.
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.
We really enjoyed our time in the Outer Banks from the charming historic inn, to seeing where the Wright brothers took their first flight, to touring lighthouses, and riding along the beach in a hummer in search of wild horses… just a really wonderful getaway. Here’s a photo journal of sorts.
“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
Greetings from New England. It’s gorgeous. Here’s a few pictures of Portland Maine and a picture I took in Bangor of Stephen King’s house. Off to Cape Elizabeth and Salem Massachusett tomorrow. 💕
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.
