A holiday celebration…..date Tuesday

I have found so many new and wonderful blogs recently, wondering to myself, where have you been hiding all of this time. So much inspiration and I realized alot of it is from meet and greets. 

I am just so thankful for everything these days and would like to repay the kindness and in the process, give you a chance to meet some new friends. Tomorrow I am throwing a party of sorts but there is a specific theme to the party. Thankfulness. Now I couldn’t just make it for Thanksgiving as not everyone reading here is from America and I wanted everyone to feel included.

So what you need to do if you want to come to the party, is write a blog about a memory of Thanksgiving or a certain thing that you are thankful for. Leave a link in the comments section and I will pick four random posts or more to reblog through the holiday season. There is so much talent out there and whether it be photos or writing, it doesn’t matter and make sure you check everyone else out while you are there. I ask that as a family friendly blog you keep it clean. Any naked girls/boys will be deleted….after all, I have little ones who read (not mine of course) but they are out there.

So what I am most thankful for/happy memory of Thanksgiving:

As a child we were always bundled up into the family car and trecked over to my Grandparents house. Now my grandmother was a cook and it was always fun to see the big picture window completely steamed up as you knew there was some good things brewing inside. The house would feel like a steambath from the kettles of mashed potatoes and the turkey nestled in the oven. I always liked to sit underneath the table at the grownups legs and listen to them talk, pretending they couldn’t see me.

Now I realize I am far from invisible but they played along. We had to eat at the little kids table when it was time for supper and as we got older, we were teenagers sitting still at the little kids table. I only cared about the pumpkin pie and had fun hanging with my cousins, feeding the dog under the table the things we didn’t like, and I think by the time dinner was over, the poor dog could barely move.  Although I don’t think he ate the lima beans, those we threw in the fireplace…no one used it and I wondered how long it took grandma while cleaning to realize the stashes of food hidden in the back behind the fire grate?

It has been many years, my Grandparents long since gone and the cousins now off married with kids or dogs of their own. We don’t do the big family events anymore and now for the world I think Black Friday has taken over the joy of family times. I am Thankful for those memories and of course for the pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream. So Mom, if you’re reading this, please send over a slice or two, or three, hell, just send over the whole thing. I promise to clean my plate.
Okay peeps, your turn, let me and the world know your favorite story, memory or just what you are Thankful for. Posts will begin to be reblogged Tuesday 11-24-15 just in time for the long holiday weekend (or at least it is for me) I am soooo excited and can’t wait to read your lovely stories and see any photos too.


Depths of forgotten temples….peace waiting

In far away places

Silence gathers 

Thoughts run deep

Images through waking sleep,

Peace fills the resting soul

Like thick air that weighs the skies

And roots that run deep

Beyond mortal sight.

Perhaps I shall never

Tread these grounds except in dreams

Of jungles and yesterday towns,

Of temples turning back into 

Stone empty vessels

Yet still filled with energy

Of hearts and prayers

And a simple movement

Of earth to self once more.

Today we wander through days

Nomads of the day to day necessity-

On icy ribbons we move,

Longing for the green of life,

As we stand on grounds of bitter cold white,

And pebbles fall from the skies un contained,

Deepening upon themselves

Gathering together in mocking truth.

To close your eyes and breathe in,

The rich ground of decay and life,

Soft moss dampened by water endlessly falling,

Into the heart of a land,


Far away in bustling cities,

These dreams sustain through Novembers biting wind,

Howling through barren forests that wait through winter

Longing for spring renewal,

Jungles of life lush and beauty unseen,

Temples where peace lives

Untainted by the presence

Of darkness.

Beautiful image found at : http://davidlazarphoto.com/galleries/south-asia-collection/18-david-lazar-jungle-temple/