3 years…

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!

You registered on WordPress.com 3 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

I saw this last night but couldn’t figure out how to share it, 3 years and some things I still need to learn, will add it to the new years resolutions that I didn’t make, ha! For some reason, keep singing the song from the Flintstones…happy anniversary. I look forward to the new year ahead and more writing from the heart and soul and thank you to all for sticking with me this far. We’ve come along way baby!

Mixing messages

She drifts into the conscious thought of a remembered dream,

beauty and flowing waters surround

as the images tell of strange futures

and mixing messages between

then and now.

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations

Music playing in the distance of a memory of a childhood room

turning round the record in the night

as the sun disappears into the panelling

beyond the scope of the window cutout,

damp sets in to the fabric of her life.

She doesn’t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow ’till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears”

Falling asleep in the corner where the monsters are blind

tucked into the fever as the ball rolls over

seeking her like a hunted deer

quivering and still as she becomes gone from view.

“By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There’s a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through…”

Disappearing into nothing

the ghost of form moves into the places

unseen she watches as the men move on

as she slips away like a fallen tear.

“While she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what’s waiting inside”

She has returned as the heat passes

and the light of the room by the door ajar

reaches to her senses and she can breathe

safe once more in cotton slips

she falls back into the escape of slumber.

“And you’ve thrown away your choice you’ve lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you’re bound to leave her
But for now you’re going to stay
In the year of the cat”

Morning comes and the memories of the night

become a distant thought

as she rises to the dawning of the amber sun

she remembers the moon on her journey,

the hidden shadows cast to allow her escape

and she stretches out to touch the softness

of the cat curled at her feet,

smelling the strange perfume upon fur

she inhales the patchouli

content that it was real

somewhere in time she had been moving

yet again.

Words set in quotes- The Year of the Cat from Al Stewart

Bubbles of life-Just 4 Fun

My pal over at Getting through anxiety did a fun post the other day and I had so much fun reading about others response to questions posed…just for fun I’ve added some new questions and I would love to hear YOUR responses to the questions or any new ones you’d want to add. Getting to know you…I think there’s a song in here somewhere….hope you enjoy my responses and feel free to answer with your own or do,a post with these or any new questions you’d like to pose to the blog universe. Enjoy my friends. And welcome to my world.

Are you named after anyone?
I was told I’m named after my fathers favorite actress Kim Novak….yeah, wished I looked that good…thanks Dad.
When was the last time you cried?
I think the last time I cried was sitting with my Dad in July under a blue moon and exchanging precious stones that we both carry in our pockets….something we had in common and didn’t realize. A truly beautiful moment.
If you were another person, would you be a friend of yourself?
I most definitely would. Can I be Johnny Depp? please?
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Who me? Only in funny and amusing ways….really…..right lovie?
What is the most exciting thing that you did that you never thought you would?
Zip-lining through the jungle of El Yunque in Puerto Rico.
What’s your favorite cereal?
I like any kind of natural granola…peanut butter a fave…..not a big cereal fan but as a kid, peanut butter captain crunch or crunch berries….
What’s the first things you notice about people?
The kindness or positivity of the words that come from within them.
What is your eye color?
Supposedly Hazel but I think it’s more of a crap brown….haha..okay…brownish….
Scary, romantic, action/adventure or deep thought-provoking movies? Which is a fave?
I like movies that provoke deep thought but love Forest Gump.
Favorite scents?
Cinnamon, fragrant tea olive, cassis flower, coconut and almond.
If you were stuck on a deserted island and could only have one food to eat, what would it be?
If you were a snack, what would you be and why?
Because I’m sweet yet nutty
What constitutes a perfect day to you?
A sunrise on a balmy morning feeling at peace as I breathe in the scents of seasons change, leaves falling and being relaxed and happy and ending the day with a big moon and star filled skies.
Computer or televisions ?
Computer (iPad)
If you were a character in a TV show who would you be?
I would be Abby from NCIS as she loves goth, is kind and fun and smart….
What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been to?
Maui Hawaii….or any beach…
Do you have any special hidden talents?
Hmmmm….I am Wonder Woman ….shhhh, don’t tell anyone😀
What is your favorite quote?
What book left you inspired in a spectacular way?
Lately E-Cubed and The Untethered Soul…and Real Love….and of course The Little Prince.
What food would you NEVER try? And why?
Eel….I caught one once in Maine and it was a big snake on my fishing line…scared the bejesus out of me and can’t imagine eating one….did I say how much snakes scare me….?
Do you have any pets?
Two goofy dogs, a cat and a plecko (fish)
Do you have a favorite photo from when you were a child?
Mean sister told me Santa wasn’t coming because I was bad….what a cute two-year old I was, huh?
Favorite romance movie?
Have I mentioned Johnny Depp yet?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I want to be a motivational speaker and writer….I’m already happy so I can’t use that as an answer….

Check out my friend over at Getting through Anxiety https://gettingthroughanxiety.wordpress.com/2015/09/01/just-for-fun/ ,who did this awesome post. Get to know your fellow bloggers in a fun way. I had a blast doing this and I hope you are inspired to share a bit about you….I look forward to hearing your responses.

Beguiled-a compilation

The lovely Cynthia Morgan and I have continued our creative tryst and this week I was given as my prompt, this stunning and gorgeous piece of art which was painted by Mark Spain. How can a girl go wrong with a prompt like that? This is part three of our collaboration and please do stop by Cynthia’s site http://booknvolume.com/ and get lost in the magic of her spectacular writing and images. She conjures the most amazing posts and I know you will enjoy. Below this weeks piece are the last two weeks compilations, in case you missed one. So without further ado, here is my written piece to accompany the lovely beauty seen here.


Eyes that smolder, drawing you in
the teasing smile like a sensual sin
she gazes through, lights your soul on fire
as your thoughts burn like a funeral pyre,
her skin so smooth, so silky light
and you want it so much, this lovely delight.
Her words capture you, a sweet southern drawl
on hands and knees you’d surely crawl
to touch this maidens soft pale skin
your fingers run down as you begin
to trace her back like a delicate dance
lost in the moment of this romance.
Beguiling words to quench your thirst
for lust and life she will come first
to weave her magic on a poor souls heart
you never want to be swept apart
this wild hearted woman with a wanton need
will claim your soul, on this she’ll feed
and take you to the dream you crave
for her you’d be her beckoned slave.
She is the master of such desire
a sultry mistress you’ll never tire
as she leads you to her chamber door,
Oh God, you think…I must have more.

Awake amidst the Morning’s shimmer,
Glimmer Smiling upon your Skin,
Begin the day with Love Beguiling,
Smiling to know the quandary we’re in!
Beyond the Whispers, Silent as Prose,
Rose Red Morning lifts her Gaze,
Haze of Fire Softly Singing,
Bringing Mischief to these weary Days!
Oh My Love, Before you Leave me,
Be my All one Moment More,
Implore from me my Heart’s Desire,
Fire Kissing a Boundless Shore!
Clandestine Love, Immortal Treasure,
Amidst stolen Moments of Exquisite Pleasure!
Deliberate Plea

You come to me
Deliberate and gentle
In my weakest moment
You gather me close
Skin touching skin
Please, let us begin.
Passion fills the air around
Touch me now,
Don’t let me down
I am filled
My cup overflowing
You are all I desire,
With you my soul is on fire
As we are love-inspiring
Take me now,
One more time.

One year strong

A year ago today I started on the quest of starting a blog.
860 or so posts later and so many new friends found.
A year for me that has seen two books I am published in come to fruition thanks to the inspiration from other bloggers to go for my dream and most days still going strong, although sometimes as slow as a snail on sleeping pills at getting posts done, I am so very blessed and I wish to thank each one of you for the privilege and honor of sharing my inner most thoughts and words and actually having you read them and not laughing or calling the grammar police on me.
For seeing into the posts that you may wonder what the heck was she thinking and I too often wonder myself “if I only had a brain” what was I thinking….and finding something worthwhile in them.
For each comment you’ve given,
For each word of yours I have found and fell in love with,
For every photo of places I may never have seen without you sharing first,
And for those no longer with us that I still hold in my heart.
This is truly a place filled with beauty and magic and like Dorothy waltzing down the yellow brick road, I look forward to be off on new adventures to find the elusive wizard that gifts me with words that I proudly share with you my friends.
Thank you for 365 days of happiness and joy.
Believing in the possibilities and so very blessed.
Let the next year be just as wonderful and exciting as this has been!!!!
See you in 2015 my friends, peace and love and just a touch of patchouli just because.

Garage sale pondering

I just don’t get it,
Really it’s true…
Big sign by the road
Garage sale…so many cars
You’d think they were selling cupcakes.
I’ve already got one so I drive on by,
There must really be a market for it
I would think,
Yet they must ask way too much
Or maybe it’s not very nice….
Days later sign gone
Yet….the garage remains.
Now why would so many stop
Yet none ever buy?
Same thing with yards,
Silly signs and crazy drivers,
Rain or shine,
Luscious green grasses
And ornamental gardens,
Yet days later,
Yep, once again the yard is still there.
Maybe I should stop in,
Just to see how high the price?
My yard is tired,
The dogs wreak havoc and I would really like
That lovely rose-bush
Or tulip garden.
But I’ve gotta run,
No time to stop ,
And I know next week the sign will be back again
As will the yard
And the garage.
Guess there’s no takers
Then again I wonder,
How the heck would they carry it home??

What’s better than…..

Peeps, get your minds out of the gutter.

i am here to talk about food, yep, food. And not just any food, but hubs BBQ variety.

now I know you all are thinking ribs, steaks, or smoked meatloaf, but you would be wrong.

Today we are here to make you hungry.

So, what’s better than a Weber grill? Hmmmm? Any guesses?

A Weber grill that cooks, you guessed it, perfect pizza.



Yes, yes, that’s right , a pizza cooker. Num num I bet you’re saying….so we have worked with the homemade dough,slathered on some fine Italian sauce, some mozzarella , Margherita fine pepperoni, some lovely Penzey spices, and some awesome chunks of hunk a hunk a burning wood. Yeah baby, real live fire….hint, please do not try this indoors, that is another story completely. So you take your tasty Za and viola:

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Okay, now guess what? What’s even better than that you may ask? How about TWO pizzas?

And yes, on this same grill we then cooked a fine concoction of , and I know you’re thinking out there, REALLY? But yes, really, grapes, smoked blue cheese,rosemary,olive oil, garlic, blend of hard Italian cheeses and enough lip smacking love to make a school boy blush.

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Yep, threw that sucker on there too. Ten minutes per pie, rotate, rotate, are you getting dizzy yet? Rotate some more and smell that goodness as it fills the neighborhood with awesomeness…too bad no neighbors live close enough to “drop in just to see what’s cooking”. And that my friends is what you call a proper dinner for two plus lunch the next day. Better than a pizzeria and one quarter the price.

and I bet you thought I was gonna talk about sex or something. Nah, this is even better…well, almost, but oooh it’s so good!



Okay,go away now, I don’t like to talk with my mouth full and no I’m not sharing!

peace and love and married to the awesome Chef who buys these nifty things so that I can actually say I helped to cook dinner for once or twice. Ten years in a pizzeria did teach me how to stretch a pretty pie.


Infinity for a moment

Walking along the water

the boat waiting to carry away,

the child self wandering the landscape

imagination awaits the journey

to live among the stars.

Knowing each one as a friend,

hands reach up to touch

the sparkling lights of the night,

a gift of the muse through color

purple skies stretching

like a blanket on the world.

Water ripples  as fingers trail along

feeling the wetness warm in the hands,

cupped for a taste

twinkling reflected and swallowed

thirst quenched and magic ingested

to become a part of the whole

that is everything the eyes see

and that which we are not attuned to,

the invisible we feel

yet know it is so important

to include it all in the making

of a moment of perfection.

The boat moves forward as the form grows smaller,

one particle among a million,

infinity a raft we ride

softly swaying

on the waves that are this life.

Gathering of the muse

Ceiling high filled with imagination

running wild through the pages new and old,

a gathering for muses to dive within

to find the inspiration

to set free in delightful ways

pages to be touched



to open the heart and mind

seeing beauty in between the covers

of another’s masterpiece,

another’s gift to mankind.

Magical mythical beast sit side by each,

filling small heads with wonder

making dreams alive

to reach out and touch

to believe in the truth

of the infinite.

Pages turn as eyes open big

the wonder of the world at their touch,

the happiness of life and escape

if only for a little while,

but long enough to start a fire

a spark

that someday, their words may be found here

where the muses gather.



On shooting stars, a grand moon and a farewell (ode to Ajaytao)

The brightest light is always
The one most missed when not in sight,
This splendid moon came marking
It’s tribute to a gift
To the blogging world.
Many honor the beauty
Many post the softness of a rose,
Some call out hello my dear
And smiles appear to know he is aware,
The stars shoot across the sky,
More beauty to behold
For those who see
The tiny gleam of a light
Moving so very fast,
Leaving you to wonder
If it were ever really there at all.
Below this sky
A garden grows,
For those not blessed with the ability
To walk out and see them in a yard,
There was a man
Who gifted this world
With images and beauty
Many may have never seen.
I will miss the kindest words
I will miss the smiles of his friends captured
And shared,
I will miss one of my first followers
Who has left for higher purposes,
To shine his light like a star
Into the night sky,
And with a twinkle and perhaps a wink,
He will move on
Leaving a legacy in his wake
Of undying beauty,
Of happier blooms now sitting wilted and waiting
For his gentle touch to return.
Goodbye friend,
Thank you.

Thoughts on a beautiful gift now gone from Ajaytao, my dear you will be missed.