When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Relax, gather, away from your every thought. Leave the world that surrounds you. Find the oak tree and build a fire. If a winter night a traveler passes by. Give him a place by your fire. Bury your silence and enbrace the company. Share your Winter Song given to you by the wind. Continue reading Winter in the Wind
Adaptability is my saving grace Who Am I? An idiot for believing in family. Naive for trusting. Stupid for giving of myself. Accept that people who go to church on Sunday. Wear the Devil Mantle on Monday! Continue reading Musings
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And wispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne Continue reading Winter is Dead
Hello to those smiles, that gifts rays of sunshine. The smiles that are irrisistables, spontanious, contagious, who warms the heart and lighten the mind. Smile more often, we all need it. Continue reading Smiles
My goal in 2018 is accomplish the goals I set in 2017 which I should have done in 2016 because I made a promise in 2015 which I planned in 2012. Continue reading 2018
I am singing in the cold rain I am singing in the winter dawn I am turning the grey morning of my life Towards home© Continue reading Singing in the Cold Rain
Like a crispy, dark winter sky, in shifting shades of violet-blue carries the spirit of journey, of dreams and intuition, of exploration and illumination.© Continue reading Winter Sky
My 18 month temporary employment has finished and I find myself again with time on my hands. But, inspiration is not urging me to commit. Sometimes I wonder how professional writers and proven authors do it when they have writer’s block? It was a stressful year, not easy trying to cram a 10 hour day … Continue reading Winter Drollery
There be snow! Continue reading Snow is Romantic
Change knelt down in the wilderness, and in the gentlest voice I’ve ever heard, she said: I love being the reason for all of your beginnings, Then she kissed the tears from my eyes, stood up, and reached for my hand. ~Heather K. O’Hara Continue reading Winds of Change
Windmills of My Mind 