I'm one of those spirits that beats to a different drum...
my blog is one of those blogs that tells it like it is.
I don't just live in a world of white, French or NORMAL ,
I live in a fantasy of aloofness
and free will...
my blog is one of those blogs that tells it like it is.
I don't just live in a world of white, French or NORMAL ,
I live in a fantasy of aloofness
and free will...
My rabbit hole...sits among crystal fields of dreams
(the tiny white roof in the middle of the 6 acres)
my world of the free wielding power of one...
(plus fuzzball)
(the tiny white roof in the middle of the 6 acres)
my world of the free wielding power of one...
(plus fuzzball)
My blog tells a story of my struggles,
my triumphs, my dreams and my tragedies(and comedies)...
it shares it with you, my friends and my sisters,
we share the bond
to be bold and
to go where no man has gone before
(warp speed Scotty)
my triumphs, my dreams and my tragedies(and comedies)...
it shares it with you, my friends and my sisters,
we share the bond
to be bold and
to go where no man has gone before
(warp speed Scotty)
Readers come and they go
comments come and they go
styles come and they go
husbands come and they go...
however,
in my world, it's all a passage
the rites of the Spring spirit
wandering into the unknown
unafraid,
unafraid to write what I feel
and to share it...
comments come and they go
styles come and they go
husbands come and they go...
however,
in my world, it's all a passage
the rites of the Spring spirit
wandering into the unknown
unafraid,
unafraid to write what I feel
and to share it...
...to photograph the beauty from my perspective
Winter and Summer
happy and bitching...
who cares
it's a world of our own making
a delicious dessert to be shared
or hoarded...
makes no matter what
for it's all past tense...
it's the future we seek,
the next day,
the next sunrise,
the next husband
or not...
...like the frosting dripping from my humble pink parfait...Winter and Summer
happy and bitching...
who cares
it's a world of our own making
a delicious dessert to be shared
or hoarded...
makes no matter what
for it's all past tense...
it's the future we seek,
the next day,
the next sunrise,
the next husband
or not...
I'm alive and I breathe
I laugh and I cry
and I'm free to
just be...
me!
I laugh and I cry
and I'm free to
just be...
me!