a spirit of simplicity

manifest plainness – embrace simplicity – reduce selfishness

Category: childhood and stardom

11 march


I have a beautiful purple Hyacinth on my desk.

just the one bloom

which with hyacinths is enough

all through this horrible week its scent has wafted over everything

sweet flower


I had a vision/daydream of Ashley in the market on Saturday

she was laughing

when I got home my daughter, Bonnie, texted me to say

that she had dreamed of Ashley surrounded by good energy


birds on the wire

in the early morning sky



inside my favorite place on a rainy day



Friday fave fives
Floral Friday fotos
skywatch friday
Friday my town shoot out

Tuesday Afternoon

So, I’ve been listening to this every morning when I wake up
and every evening at sunset
At first, as soon as I heard the first four notes,  I would put my head down my desk
and sob and sob and sob
but now, I am finding some joy in it
the music is helping me to remember happy times
music is like that
won’t you come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday Afternoon
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7 March

the day we went to Ashley's spot

the good

last week I got a fb message from a woman who spent some time in the same treatment center as Ashley. She told me that Ashley had helped her in many ways. That Ash had been a light in the darkness for her. She said that Ashly was a very special person and that Ahsley’s  death rocked her to the core. Her words brought me some comfort. It is nice to know that even in her own turmoil Ashley was able to reach out and help some one else.

the fun

We had those boys with us this weekend. Oh my goodness I laughed so darn hard!

the random

Every evening at sunset I listen to Pink Floyd sing Shine on You Crazy Diamond.

Mosaic Monday
The good, the random, the fun
sharing his beauty
Monday musings
Monday mellow yellow
making your home sing

childhood and stardom

your story is one of strength

girl who once sat at the hearth of my life

your story was darkness and light

when you were young we played

don’t step on the cracks

and I held your hand

now your steps are amethyst sparks

on the ground

where we once walked

can you still play this game in your oblivion

your  mirthful and defiant spirit

will always be a part of my story


the sunday whirl

6 March


from the window at my desk, or from the window in the kitchen I can see the softball fields in the park across the way. I know that come summer the girls softball team will be out there playing. I can’t help but think of all you will miss.

I wish you were here.




of the spirit is Love, Joy, Peace, Forbearance, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-control against such things there is no law.



Ashley and Logan grew up in our neighborhood together

-now they are roaming the streets of heaven together

both taken from their loved ones too early

ashley and logan


my step-daughter Ashley and my daughter Bonnie

they were so cute

ashley and bonnie


photographers choice

my little brood of chick-lets on a snowy day



scavenger hunt Sunday

everything take away one



two of my own

and two of his

and one of someone elses

one from up the street

and two more of a different his

one of hers and one of the first his

and one of the second

in the outskirts

Once on a TV show I heard two girls refer to one another as

my person

and once I came home with a friend to flames at my house

I ran out of her car and into my door

shouting my people are in there

So many numbers….

we multiply

and divide

we add to our families

 death and circumstance take away

Really, we are fragments of once whole numbers


fractured by divorce or death or neglect…

we feel we are invisible


no number at all

we seek comfort in groups


but there is no safety net

not one of us equals one

we are all crumbled and  cracked and crippled

we are only pieces of hearts that are broken

we are only slivers of those who have touched us

like  kaleidoscopes glued together with paste

all kinds of colours

that glow sometimes

in the light of others

Once I heard some one say

we are one people

and I believe that is true

but that does not make me whole

I am still fractured numbers

I am still broken hearted

I am still alone

imaginary gardens with real toads

just before sunset


Remember when you were young

you shone like the sun

shine on you crazy diamond

now there’s a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky

shine on you crazy diamond

You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom

blown on the steel breeze

come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr

and shine

threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light

come on you raver, you seer of visions

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner

and shine

Pink Floyd


28 February

late afternoon

my beautiful step-daughter left this earth

while i was folding laundry

or tidying up the kitchen

or something equally unimportant


that’s all there is this week

sudden immeasurable loss

soulfood friday

friday fave fives

One day


One day

when we were at Walgreen’s

it’s all little things

lifetimes of little things

Share your cup Thursday
Little things Thursday



My beautiful, sweet, fun-loving, kind hearted step-daughter


left this earth on 28 February.

She was 22 years old.

She died in her apartment of a drug overdose after a long struggle with addiction.

She had been clean for a while and was full of hope for her future

There is an epidemic of opiate addiction in this country – all over the world really

We are sending our children onto the streets

and into the heavens

and there are enough tears to fill an ocean

but our children keep falling


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