Happily Ever After...

Once upon a time there was a little boy. He wanted the world, he wanted the moon, the stars, and the universe. He played in the mud and played in the snow. He played in the woods and the streets, he threw paper airplanes all around, landing here, there, on the roof, in trees, and even in the creeks. The little boy wondered and wondered, if, and why. Always with the questions, constantly with the questions, why, how, what, and why for? 

Why for? Exactly, only wanting to know it all and understand it all. So, what did he do? Dream and dream and then dream some more...Because that's what dreams are made of.

Geese, Ducks, and water

The view from where I stay. It is watery, it's falling apart, and the geese and the ducks do not seem to understand the no trespassing sign. They probably just can't read.

And off they go for a swim.  So, that's what I'm writing about today in my blog, exciting, riveting, and revealing.
Thanks, have a good day.

The Day is Done

And now the day is done, so I've faced the final curtain...

Oh, well, it's been a day, made a mess, made a nest, finished some things for the upcoming art shows but today, we've got letters! Letters! Lots of Letters! 

Gray is as Grey does

Apparently, gray is what I am, I've been called this and yet I do not know what it means. Am I dull? Boring? Possibly, but maybe it's an easy way out. I've never really thought of people as colors, I've been told my aura is green when I'm in a good mood and not as vibrant when I am sad, mad, or just not there. Well, I embrace who I am be it gray or purple. I am who I am.

It has been a good year, I've had a wonderful time with some great people and I wouldn't wish that experience and time away. But sometimes, things don't work out, and as hard as it can be sometimes, it has to be, no one ever said that this was going to be an easy journey. 

To the few readers, goodnight and maybe we will talk later. Thanks

The Sun also Sets

I look west and I think of your. I look west and see the sun set, pink fluffy clouds, orange skies, and the lone tree silhouetted by the darkening sky. I look to the west and I dream of better days, sadness forgotten, hope restored, and life anew. I look to the sky to energize my soul and my depth.

Thanks

We know the Kitty

Once upon a Time there was a cat, not a particularly great looking cat but a nice and decent cat. He was a tuxedo kitty with no name, so crossing the desert with him was out of the question. He needed a name, Tuxie was out, as was Tuz, so it had to be Louie. And we say oui, oui to Louie!
Out in the yard out in the grass was Louie and his mom, lounging, laying, and playing. "Meeew," said Louie, he was a quiet and small one but he was patient and kind like any good kitty could be.
Down the driveway we went with Louie, checking the mail, walking to the water, wading in the water I went but not Louie! No, no not Louie, he was quite content to be a dry and dirty kitty, rolling in the dirt and the leaves. So, off to tomorrow, and off to the park we went with Louie.

creatIvitY

Sometimes, yes, sometimes, I feel bad for people that are not creative, but then we are all creative in our own ways. What is creativity? Depends on who you ask, I think that it is the ability to solve problems and look at things in a different way. Oh, well, what does it ultimately matter?  Any who, hope you are well and things are going good for you all, peace be with you. Later