Different Worlds

We live in different worlds

I know you in a place

which does not exist in reality

I know you in a place

which you hide

The mistress

of the shadow

you hide

We live in different worlds

why do we connect?

Reality

exists

it is real

yet so is

the other world

The place where we dream

to be

The place of mystery

Balancing seems to be the scheme

the player

the doer

the lover

How does one live

in both worlds?

There are many

not just one

realms of time

stretching

searching

existing

For me

what do I do

I love them all

as if they exist now

Love

Love is always

For some

Yet some

turn bitter

turn cold

Not me

Acceptance

the saying...

change what you can

and the saying goes

Understanding

patience

and love

Easy solution

Easy answer

Easy to love

At times

Luckily for me

I am in a place

where it is easy

to

love

Man's Best Friend

Finding myself at 55, with no children in the house has been rather exciting. It appears Betty is my constant companion. All she ever wants from me is love and attention and of course food and water. Easy to give. The freedom, the contentment of life has been amazing. Exploration of life is even more blissful. Yes, that is the correct word "blissful" when one walks with a smile constant. Beautiful inside and out.

Pickles

I canned a jar of pickles for the first time in my life. A co-worker, actually Tammy, the same person who brings me home made pesto, brought me cucumbers last week. After talking to my mom this weekend and telling her about the cucumbers, she reminded me of my dad's pickles. They were terrible but I never told him that. So I decided to try my own hand at canning pickles. I was supremely surprised! They are absolutely delicious! My very first home made bread and butter pickles!!!

Sunflower

12" x 16" Acrylic with Glitz on Canvas

The water is still

glistens across the atmosphere

freshness rings

soothing

brilliantly

seeing is feeling

The water is still

the flower rises

colors galore

standing firmly

delicate

pure

We are one

For William

12" x 16" Acrylic with Ink

Last week when I went to Jerry's to buy canvas and paint, a new guy was working there. We started to talk and shared our paintings. He uses ink. Anyway, when I got ready to leave he asked me to paint him. Paint what I "saw" him to be. This is what I painted. His paintings are somewhat distorted. This painting is actually a painting of Broadway, downtown Nashville. It is fragmented, yet if you remove the fragmentation, you will see the road, the grassy medium, and the buildings surrounding it. This is how I see William. In order to see the "big picture", remove the fragmentation.

Motherhood

Even though I have a "empty nest" now, my heart still totally connects with my children. Two weeks ago, I met my daughter at the emergency room. She complained of back pain. The ER doctor examined her back and said she had a pinched nerve. He listened to her breathing and said she had asthma. She was given an inhaler and pain pills. A week later, her "asthma" became worse. This time she went to a walk-in clinic. After being x-rayed, she was told she had bronchitis. She was given antibiotics and steroids and cough syrup. Today, she is still ill. It hurts to see her suffer. If I could magically heal her, I definitely would. May my love surround her and help heal her.

Infinity

My daughter is taking advantage of being 18 - another tatoo. "Infinity Symbol"

Twisted Vines

In 1993, when I was pregnant with my 3rd child, my now ex-husband began his affair. 18 years later, my ex's wife is accusing him of having a new mistress. That would be me. Twisted vines. Is it sorta like, "what goes around, comes around"? All I know is, I am happy. I just sit back and watch and listen. My life is simple. My life is beautiful. No room for twisted vines. I let them go. They hang and swing, swaying with the wind. If there is one thing missing, it would be the man who lit up my life 8 years ago. The man my ex tried to destroy. The love of my life. The only man who put the shine back in my eyes. He still lives in my heart.

When Love Becomes A Habit

When love becomes a habit

it is no longer love

it belongs to the expected

expectation love

is a power

not love

When love becomes a habit

it barely exists

only in the morbid minds

of those weakened

When love becomes a habit

take control

let it go

When love becomes a habit

it is not love at all

Find the freedom

of a love

that exists

with no strings

no attachments

It just is

New Beginnings

My daughter, who turned 18 last Saturday, came by to show me her new tattoo. We got our first tattoo together a couple of years ago. I was threatened for it. After 37 years, I am no longer responsible for a child. Can anyone relate how good that feels? A very welcoming kind of freedom. By the way, the tattoo looks black, in actuality, it is blue, a very sparkling blue.

Another Rabbit...

"Life without love is no life at all"...

Truth, Beauty, Love

Moving on, letting go

living a lie

no longer exists

Moving on, letting go

society rules for you

not for me

Moving on, letting go

freedom rings

as the saying goes

Moving on, letting go

seek your energy elsewhere

I am not your power

Moving on, letting go

see the truth

not your shadow

Moving on, letting go

no longer will I join you

I am free

As you know

Moving on, letting go

I wish you well

But it ends here

Moving on, letting go