Share your Story

Join Cee this Monday, July 9, 2018 and share your world…

What would you name the autobiography of your life?

Meet Me Outside

Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery? 


What’s the finest education?

Although experience is the greatest teacher, it is often harsh. Reading living books as per the Charlotte Mason philosophy. One can survive reading a book.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

Spent yesterday with a friend at the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston, showed off my house and met her sister and brother-in-law.

Cee’s Share Your World

(My fav song when i was a teacher… still love those kids i got to know!)

Have not done Cee’s World since a fallout with a fellow blogger, who inspired me to participate. When was that? A year or two ago? Not sure how i hurt this blogger… she got upset, took to pouting, and shut-up shop and never left her forwarding blog address, as she had done before. Oh well! So be it… she has ruined my world long enough. Hope your happy where ever you be…

So on with sharing a bit of my 🌎…

A piece of clothing from your younger childhood you still remember?

Tights. I hated them. Can still feel the knit material clinging to my legs. The thought of wearing them, ever again, sends shivers up my spine and crawling ants up my leg!

Irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: If you could be an athlete what would do do?   Remember this is SYW, dreaming is always allowed.

I have mentioned this before and i will repeat this dream, to who ever will listen, until the day i die: a dancer! My heart belongs on stage performing. And with that i rest my head in dreams. I do not regret i never danced with the Milwaukee Ballet Company as i was asked during the Christmas presentation of the Nutcracker in 3rd grade. I would not have the three beautiful children i have. But i revel in the fact my ballet instructor saw a promising career ahead for me, despite my mother’s evil jealousy that lurked behind my every waking day. Ha! i know i could have done it! And well!!

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger? Passenger, with camera in hand, ready to capture all that passes us by!

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? My dream to see Lupine growing wild in New England fields. I believe i was in Miss Rumphius’s world. It took a lot of twisting and turning, begging really, of my Jeff. He did not want to go and i was prepared to go alone! He succumbed and we took off and 2.5 hours later…

Reflections this morning even as the afternoon approaches

I sit at my computer for most part of the day. One to check on the wordpress reader (sorry if I miss yours, sometimes there are just too many submissions to read them all), two is to post my two cents worth (hahahaha) and three is to do online university work, finishing my human services/counseling degree. Yes, at an old age, I am changing course. I am reaching out: the downtrodden, the confused and the otherwise loving people who have found brick walls, closed windows and very little hope to hang on.

Seems sad
it is
I am learning.
I kind of did
know this from the beginning.

Talk because I am
I have walked in many people’s shoes
a pair of shoes that belonged to me
one day
when the shoelaces
untied, tripped me up
and sent me flying.

When I finally woke up
I saw what a mess I was.
Everything is rose-colored
until you open your eyes.
What we miss of life
dreaming and hoping and wishing.

Life lets us down
but it also teaches us
wisdom in small things
that matter. People.
all people. not just me.

The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their stories. Carl Jung

I tell my stories in poems. It is the best way for me to communicate. Being an introvert.

I thought perhaps she was crazy but she was only highly intuitive. Carl Jung

Yes, my words are dark. Yes, my words are encouraging. Yes, my words are down right strange. Perhaps maybe I am crazy, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have seen and felt and known life. And life is worth living.