It is a new day!! Fresh like spring!
So, I had been spending endless hours worried about life, as I sit on the threshold of the "change". ooooooh those changes-- questioning if and what the meaning of it all is-- have I reached it---was I ready? Found myself doing crazy (well, more than usual crazy) things-- like crying in the children's section of Wal-mart--and sitting completely still at green lights while drivers all around are honking and yelling at you--you know, stuff like that. Then one morning as a born mary-jane was flying through the air at my alarm clock it all came together. Time stood still - I rattled it, but it was frozen at 4:30 am. And then, seemingly around 6 am it happened. The most wonderful thing a born mary-jane could possibly have accomplished on my behalf... time reversed. As it sits, upon my dresser, softly glowing in the night, ticking, tocking in the opposite direction of all it's intentions, time- reversed. Upon every minute, every second my heart beats with the second hand-- younger. Why, I am even feeling taller !
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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.. yes.. and she is, in addition to being a truly genius artist ~~sensitivity far beyond the "average bears" ability to comprehend, much less 'feel'~~ she is beautiful !! Little waif-like angelprincesshoneywoman, surrounded by a castle of castle's where she performs in the dimly lite Royal Rooms, ~~the sound of her voice is an imprint in my heart that will never leave. Betsy is an angel. A beautiful, gifted such that words of description are not yet here on this earth, ~~woman of immeasurable proportions. She flies but few have ever seen her fly. Now and then there will be a footprint or a feather to show that she was there. ..
I kiss you.
.. yes.. and she is, in addition to being a truly genius artist ~~sensitivity far beyond the "average bears" ability to comprehend, much less 'feel'~~ she is beautiful !! Little waif-like angelprincesshoneywoman, surrounded by a castle of castle's where she performs in the dimly lite Royal Rooms, ~~the sound of her voice is an imprint in my heart that will never leave. Betsy is an angel. A beautiful, gifted such that words of description are not yet here on this earth, ~~woman of immeasurable proportions. She flies but few have ever seen her fly. Now and then there will be a footprint or a feather to show that she was there. ..
I kiss you.
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