When I was young, I was a city girl. And this was my city. ☝ Continue reading “High Rises and Plush Nature”
Nothing here is permanent. Eventually, everything breaks down.
Continue reading “Breaking Down”
I thought I’d write about my adventurous eclipse experience before it becomes irrelevant, so I quickly put together this post this morning.
Graceful describes her entrance
Radiance surrounds her skin.
All heads turn toward her in awe
when she speaks.
Even strangers inquire,
how to attain the serenity she exudes.
Nary a word spoken,
yet her wisdom is apparent.
Having turned hardship into opportunity,
her experience is enlightenment.
No signs of pompous external flash.
Not dependent on youth for worth.
The old woman manifests,
I wrote the above prose some time ago. What do you think it’s about? Could it be about Christie Brinkley’s photo-shoot for the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated from several weeks ago?
They say it’s usually people who are alone that disparage Valentine’s Day, but I know better. So, I’m just going to say it, I don’t like Valentine’s Day, and this is coming from someone who has had a love in my life for 30 plus years. After writing about this holiday in the past and receiving many comments over the years, I can attest that I’m not the only one. Many people do not like this holiday.
I don’t know how to do it. I have no idea how to function in chaos. I’m terrible in an emergency. I don’t know how to explain it, but my brain doesn’t connect the dots in disorganization. My mind freezes. You may have figured this out about me when I wrote about getting a call that my husband had an accident.