Box Car Graffito

Stain


Savior

To Hold and Protect

A night light in one of my bathrooms

It's been almost a week since I have heard from my son Rob who is serving over sea's in Kuwait.

There has been someone in a town near us, who has been trying to kidnap young girls on ten different occasions. (On tonight's news, it seems they have caught him) Diandra works in this town, and I can't tell her enough to be aware of what's going on around her.

My babies are on my mind right now, more than usual. I just want to hold and protect them. This is out of my control.... this is when the rubber meets the road. sigh~

Evander

This is me.....


And this is my nephew Evander... we call him Evan.

I love all of my nieces and nephews. I think Evan at this age looks a little like me. I love that my daughter Diandra, looks like her daddy. My son Rob has always looked like he was my son, but never looked like me.

My sister Jessica and her family, live in the bay area, which is two hours away. I was a little concerned that Evan would not know me. However, I've found that hasn't been the case at all. When we do get together, my sister and I laugh the same, and at the same things. We both find it funny that Evan will stare at her and I when we do this. He will come up to me as if I'm around daily, and knows that I belong to him. There is a connection.

Waiting~

Waiting

Wanting,
lusting,
to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
Wishing,
hoping,
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
comforted,
loved.
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.

Written by Dawn D.


taken in Chinese Camp

When I was on a day trip to Yositmite with my mom and step dad, we stopped in Chinese Camp. As we were walking down the main street, they were telling me stories concerning the area. They believed that this house was the town brothel. I walked around it and noticed the beautiful windows with iron, and the plaster falling off exposing the brick. I just looked at the windows thinking about the women which once lived there. As I looked at the window, I imagined a woman waiting for undying love. I came across this poem and immediately thought of the brothel house window.

Shades of Lavender

That Day you came

Such special sweetness was about
That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.

Their common way the great winds blew,
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.

As after song some snatch of tune
Lurks still in grass or bough,
So, somewhat of the end o' June
Lurks in each weather now.

The young year sets the buds astir,
The old year strips the trees;
But ever in my lavender
I hear the brawling bees.

For me the jasmine buds unfold
And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
And the wild rose breathes for me.
I feel the sap through the bough returning,
I share the skylark's transport fine,
I know the fountain's wayward yearning,
I love, and the world is mine!

I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,
Still well remembered, grieve not me;
From all that darkened and deceived
Upsoars my spirit free.
For soft the hours repeat one story,
Sings the sea one strain divine;
My clouds arise all flushed with glory --
I love, and the world is mine!

Lizette Woodworth Reese

Today, I stopped, where I have driven by a thousand times. I encourage each and every one of you that reads this, to stop! and do something that you have wanted to do for a long time. What are you waiting for? Live! Now is the moment!

I got out of my car, and the scent of this wonderful Lavender, ever-so-gently hit my face. In an instant, you could hear the faint humming of the bees, busy at work, unaware that I was even there. The world was mine!

What have you been wanting to do?

Cinnamon Man!

This was taken on the trip to the beach in Crescent city. I am on the bottom kneeling with pony tails. My aunt Kim is next to me, and my mom is standing behind us with my sister, Jessica, on her shoulder's! I look at this picture and it makes me absolutely nervous.

Sinner Man

o sinnerman where will you run to
sinnerman where will you run to
sinnerman where will you run to
all on that day

run to the mountain
the mountain wont hide you
run to the sea
the sea will not have you
and run to your grave
your grave will not hold you
all on that day

see sinnerman
mountains are falling
sinnerman
the sea it rages
sinnerman
the grave will not hold you
all on that day
run to the lord
lord please hide me
run to the lord

sinnerman
sinnerman
sinnerman

where you gonna run to
all on that day
run to the mountain
the mountain wont hide you
and run to the sea
the sea will not hold you
and run to your grave
the grave will not hide you
all on that day

sinnerman
the mountain is falling
and sinnerman
the sea it rages
and sinnerman
sinnerman
sinnerman
where will you run to
all on that day

the mountain wont hide you
the sea wont have you
and the grave will not hold you
all on that day

When I was about 5 yrs old, my family took a visit to see my Grandma B.J. (short for Bennie Jo, my moms mom) in Crescent City where she lived for a short time with one of my aunt's, Kimmy (whom I also adored and looked up to), who is two years older than I am. When we were little, nothing pleased her more than to tell me the truths about life's little mysteries... like there isn't a Santa, or Easter Bunny just to name a few.

On one of our many road trips together, we loved to sing songs. We'd sing some favorite childhood songs like "The ants go marching one by one, Hurrah! Hurrah!", "There's a hole in the bucket!", and "This old man." We would sing them with a lot of drama and with much enthusiasm. Another song that we would sing was called "Sinnerman,"(also a favorite). Instead of "Sinnerman," I thought it was "Cinnamon Man," but would say "Cinna man." I loved cinnamon toast, and thought 'okay, why not, there is a 'muffin man.' In my mind, this was all okay, songs didn't always have to make sense... Humpty Dumpty (an egg) sat on a wall and had a great fall. Our family was on our way to the beach, where we were going to spend the day. Well, I remember singing this song at the top of our lungs in the back of an old station wagon, with my aunt Kimmy sitting next to me. Next thing I knew she stopped singing and just looked pleased to tell me I was singing it wrong... "it's not cinnamon man! It's Sinner man!" I said "No it's not! It's cinnamon man!" She then crossed her arms and demanded that I ask my mom. "Humph!" I said "I will! Mom! Is it Cinnamon man or what did you say Kimmy?" She said, "Sinner man!" I said, "Yeah, that Mom! Sinner man?" My Mom gave her little sister a look, and then looked at me with apologetic eyes.. "Yes, honey. It is sinnerman." That song took on a whole new meaning for me. As we sang it... the drama and enthusiasm were gone. I had so many questions and was asking them as we sang each line. I needed to understand WHO was the sinnerman and WHY was he hiding. Needless to say, when we sang that song it gave me the chills. It also gave me a reverent fear and I'd always try to be good, even at that young age. It wasn't because of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny either.

**NOTE** Dear readers, In regards to my aunt Kimmy. In all fairness, she grew up, and actually helped me with a LOT of life's little mysteries, was one of my biggest cheer leaders and defenders and I do not know what I would have done without her! But, she was a stinker when we were little! My aunt Kimmy would be the first to admit it and adding some stories about me no doubt. *wink

On one of my walks...

I am trying to start my day off with good healthy choices... like cottage cheese and fresh peaches with some Jasmine Green Tea my boss wanted me to try. On the wrapper it was written, "I shall be a cloud, you the moon, and this is our tea." I am also getting out my pretty treasured dishes and using it for myself.


I am taking a walk...


A white rose reaching for the sky


Always look up and see the detail in things


I love how God has put so much detail in each flower and has made them all so different even though they are the same.... like us.


And make sure you look down, you never know what will greet you.


Brilliant


Sweet fragrance


My Sophie enjoying herself too! She is always up for a good walk.


Some good ol' H2O when I got home