Not holding back…


I haven’t been writing a lot, or so I told myself. Then I realized, I have been. Only I have been doing the writing on Instagram. I even wrote a poem. It was three am in the morning so you know, it might not be all that good.

I am a creative person. I have to let that creativity out. HAVE TO. For some reason I was so focused on my blog being that outlet. Instagram is actually much more me. I love photos. I love taking photos. I love seeing others photos.  Most of the time I get more words out of the photos then the captions. Often that is how it works for me as well when I post. No words I could add would do justice to the photo.


So Here is a peak at what I have been up to on Instagram.



This girl. This girl makes my heart explode one minute and the next we are in deep discussion. Tonight on our walk she said she wishes this world was kinder. Not the planet itself not the Earth but the people. Then we were off onto spirit animals and then something someone said at school and then she was singing and skipping with the dog ahead. She came back to say she thinks her spirit animal is a dolphin but maybe it’s a horse but once in a dream a bear talked to her. There is no not thinking with her. There is no down time. She brings me so much joy. 


It maybe Christmas but don’t neglect yourself. A handful of #turmeric a wedge of #gingerand an entire #apple three hours cleaning the house. Cranberry relish made. Now just time to shower and get ready for family to come.


Ten years ago,
The sun rose and set on me.
Just so, you were my everything.
Each new day brought wonder,
Each night a sense of contentment.
Wide blue eyes took it all in.
For me,it was childhood again.

Now, the sun still rises and sets.
As you grow before my eyes.
No longer so focused on wonder,
It’s tradition that rocks our world now.
Tradition of Christmas’s past.

Things change yet stay the same.
The tree all trimmed with your special touch.
No longer needed is the Daddy lift to crown the tree with a star.
Now it’s you who makes sure everything is perfect for Santa.
A job we used to do together.

All things change and that’s the way it should be.
For me, I mourn the passing of times gone by while looking forward with sparkles in my eye to years not yet come.




So follow me over there maybe huh.


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