Looking beyond the cracks
silently light filters threw the the cracked window
capturing floating lint dancing on the wind
with graceful swirls and dance moves like a leaf
each of Jodi's friends scattered their words
leaving fingerprints as proof of their colorful love
even though broken the glass is smugded...
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...

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In front of a Paradise Valley Home, many moons ago, a desperate young woman sat in a station wagon with a loaded handgun and a broken heart....
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Everytime I think I am going to sit down and write I fall alseep. But gosh it is a good thing to be this tired. xxoo
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Yesterday I had a fever of 102.1, for anyone without MS this is high and icky but for those with MS it can trigger an exasperation. My husba...
Hi, Christina. I`ve been out of the loop I see. I`ll have to figure out the Jodi reference!
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Got it!
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Hi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, it's really deep and soulful.
Love,
Mom