A Memory

The breath of your kiss upon my lips

the gentleness of your fingers exploring

the scent of you exciting me

the newness entering my being

bringing ecstasy

Days of old

gone

yet not forgotten

Turtle Love

A co-worker came into my office this morning and said, "Holly, the most amazing thing just happened!" She said she went outside this morning to feed the birds and 50 feet from her door were 2 turtles. She then asked me, "Have you ever seen 2 turtles mating or do you even know how they mate?". I thought about it and realized I'd never thought about it before and asked her how they mate. She was totally in "awe" while talking to me. To continue her story, she said she then went back in her house to find a camera, but it didn't work. When she went back outside, the male turtle was on top of the female with his 2 legs down under some leaves, and he was moving his front legs as though he were swimming and the turtle was humping away.

I guess to respect their privacy, she then went back inside and had her breakfast. When she returned outside, the male turtle was gone. Her and her husband looked everywhere for him. She said to her husband, "where could he be". Her husband replied, "he went off for beer and cigarettes!".

So I looked up on you tube turtles mating. It was quite amazing! The male had his mouth opened and deep down his throat you could see whatever I was seeing ... something like a diamond shape vagina opening and closing as he humped. Again, quite amazing!

The Beach

I was born in Wilmington, NC - the place they say the hurricane is going to land. The hurricane named "Irene". I've often thought of returning to the beach to live, but, as always, never carry through. Perhaps it is the thoughts of hurricanes visiting. Probably not. It is the thought of too much sand. I like or rather I love visiting the beach but my heart soars more towards the mountains, higher ground.

I wonder as I type these words, who am I typing to. Nobody in particular. Only expressing what my soul encounters. Feeling very lucky to feel all that I do.

My heart glides

like a roller coaster

cruising the facts of life

encountering love

in every facet

holding my ground

with no one around

even the hurricane

won't get me down

trusting truth

without a doubt

living life

being human

hard for some

yet

easy will come

when letting go

with the heart

heart of the matters

as the song goes

Rain Prist

I watched "Dances With Wolves" this weekend. I had forgotten how much I truly enjoyed this film. Tonight, I am watching a documentary about the filming of this film, which only confirms why I love this film. Native Americans are so real. They touch the core of you. Yes, my great grandmother was Cherokee. Indians are not wild. They are gentle, living from the soul of their being. White men paint them red. Yet, to me, the color "red" is passion. Spirit.

Pink Skies

Pink skies

morning delight

open eyes

no disguise

I've seen many men

lost

under woman's control

nowhere to go

love lost

feelings tossed

closed mouth

holding it in

open up

let it out

freedom breathing

shed it all

history past

live today

while it lasts

Collide

Kid Rock - Collide (Feat. Sheryl Crow

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Trusting Love

12" x 16" Acrylic with ink, glitz on Canvas

Love me enough

to trust me

to be loved

A love so innocent

opens me up

Love me enough

to trust me

to be loved

I trust you

to

love me enough

Florida Sunset

My daughter left for Florida last weekend with her boyfriend and her boyfriend's mother. This is the pic she sent me last night. Today, she text me saying they had to go to an attorney's office to sign papers so her boyfriend's mother could get her grandfather's fiddle, which her grandfather made, out of her aunt's house. Her boyfriend's mother plays a guitar and sings in a band here in Nashville. Anyway, the next text I received, Beth said they were driving now with the fiddle and Aunt Stonny's ashes in a jelly jar in the trunk. I thought, "what"? She then text me telling me her boyfriend had a very interesting family. I asked her, "where are you taking Aunt Stonny's ashes"? She replied, "I love it! We spread her ashes at her own house, then to a neighbor's house who took very good care of Aunt Stonny, and then the beach. Aunt Stonny is everywhere!" I could only smile.