BG this thanksgiving this year a foodless feast plates filled with gratitude rather than gravy it doesn’t matter what faith you are let’s say a prayer of thanks receiving is easy but it’s the giving that blesses us seeking to help
Clarabell a long …………….long ………………….time ago in a land of make-up and make-believe when little girls with long curls dressed up in mothers’ old gowns and high-heeled shoes pouring imaginary tea for sisters, friends and teddy bears when brother Johnny rode his bike to
cast in stone the message wasn’t heard there was an air of defiance in the blank stare leaving a past that felt like boulders blocking each & every positive conclusion looking beyond the present for it seemed frozen in time the air did
her name is Alice Alice ALICE turn off the music come downstairs the mad hatter ain’t so bad if you drink your tea and take your meds the queen of hearts
om she sits at ease waiting for the emptiness to leave her heart beat quickens she slows the rhythm with a breath that silently escapes her lungs
the twi i love the twi part of the day before light fades to dark birds stop singing gnats & moths yet to wake a peaceful state that most abuse the still the silence the changing air take a whiff smell the difference
