Birthday full of Love!

Today is my birthday and I feel so grateful for this day to celebrate the wonderful love that envelopes me. My daughter Pepper and son of my heart Bryan know the authentic spirit that resides within this fifty-one year old body. I fee surmountable respect and appreciation from this loving couple, which is reciprocal. The words expressed in my cards are a mothers dream. If the measure of a woman is how her children treat her, then I am the luckiest woman on earth. Not one sacrifice, not one bad moment, not one disappointment do I regret to have this one perfect moment of feeling the deepest love embrace my whole soul.

Today I celebrate love, feeling totally understood, by friends and family. Who doesn’t aspire to find those who get us? To be surrounded by people who feel safe enough to cry on our shoulders without reservation, to be entrusted with the authentic heart of a human being! Tread gingerly I say for that is a gift above all others one of the most fulfilling!

Today was beautifully surreal. Breakfast with the lovely Laura, an intimate heartfelt conversation with the humble side of my brother, dear friend Brenda arrived after a four and half hour drive, emails and telephone calls. Flowers, gifts, brownies, and I made one of my favorite meals, curry shrimp, shared with my favortie people! A perfect day of love, with more celebrations to come, I feel amazingly blessed!

What makes you feel blessed today?

Dressed to the nines!

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Dressed to the nines, I have many pictures of my parents dressed in similar attire duing the forties.

A beautiful couple, not unlike my parents were! The similarities brought tears to my eyes. It was amazing to watch them ballroom dancing and truly enjoying each other. I love how much fun they have together!

Dancing Queen...Pepper does the locamotion!
Lego Cupcakes part of the wedding cupcake tree!

A beautiful semblance of family. Parents with nine of their ten children, partners and the grand children! The two sisters next in line, Ava will marry in August, Anita in 2008.

First time bride at thirty two
Wedded bliss, Adrianna and Michael

The day before the wedding Michael was hired as a chaplin for a major Vancouver hospital! Such an exciting wedding present from the universe.

Simply lovely wedding celebration!

Married in a quaint church officiated by a wise minister casting out thoughts on the realities of marriage. Stating love as a choice not a feeling. Reminding that the induced elevation of chemicals during the preliminary courting stage soon wanes leaving you with unexpected disappointments! I was impressed how he broached the nuances of marriage, as a series of romance, struggles, disillusionment, hard work, and some sacrifice. He reminded that happiness can be met in serving a partners needs with a loving heart.
One of the major problems in my twenty three year marriage was my serving too much with out reciprocation. Eventually I became resentful, feeling like a disrespected slave. Marriage has to be a mutual contract of consideration and respect in order to survive the adversity.

Because of Michael’s life long obsession with Lego Dra had some Lego cufflinks designed as a wedding gift. A cupcake tree decorated with Lego people was the alternative wedding cake. Being the coffee freaks that they are, table accoutrements consisted of small brown bags of starbuck’s beans held together by a sticker featuring the newlyweds.

It was genuinely sweet, well thought out wedding, held at a country club. The groom was tipsy only the second time in his life. He lit up the dance floor with some crazy moves. Adrianna radiated with love. The d-jay kept the crowd dancing up until the end. A few children slept happily amongst the crowd. A good time was had by all! I wish the couple well on their quest of continued wedded bliss!

Sweet and Humble

Adrianna’s getting married!

I adore this beautiful young woman! One of ten children, with two sisters and five brothers she's always been an integral part of helping with her siblings one way or another while growing up. Being the oldest girl she’s a very humble person, never realizing her genuine magnificence. Over the years she’s been there at the drop of the hat for her brothers. As a Christian school teacher she faced so much adversity from the church deacons. Now she’s an online teacher for Christian parents who home school. The man she’s marrying is a kind and gentle soul nicely matched to this powerful woman! He is a theologian major with plans to one day be a minister!

I’ve included a picture of Pepper with all the sisters at the bridal stag. One sister is getting married late summer, while the other will celebrate her nuptials next year. Pepper adores all these girls; possibly one day she’ll be a sister too! All extremely strong women like my daughter. Really, what else would you expect from a mother who raised ten lovely children!

What makes you feel loved?

Sorry I haven’t been present much this week. I have lurked a few blogs some nights on my way to bed. The moon has been wreaking havoc on my sleep patterns. I noticed a few other women fighting the same slumber demons. Could it be spring fever, or is almighty mental pause? I’ve been plagued with writers block too! Imagine me with nothing to say? Yeah that’s a rare phenomenon. I’m trying to get few things done….in between dragging my ass around.

So let’s talk about someone else, only because I have permission of course! And because I've been so stumped! Bryan’s sister is taking the mandatory premarital counseling for her wedding. Pepper attended her stag, in Yale town last night. They were discussing the aspects of the counseling which she highly recommended as the best money ever spent. On the very intense questionnaire the engaged couple is asked what makes you feel loved. Well I won’t get into the brides answers.

Instead I posed the same question to Pepper in Bryan’s presence. A million things flashed through my head! He irons her pants, makes her lunch, and walks her to and from the bus. Runs up the stairs hundreds of times for things she forgets. Gets her favorite CD’s on the day they come out. I was completely surprised by her answer.

Pepper washes her feet every night when she comes home from work, without fail. Even when we camped, first thing she did was place a bowl of water next to tent; so she could dip her feet before she entered.

One night a few weekes back, after an extremely stressful week of barely any sleep, she flopped into bed, feeling completely defeated, not an ounce of energy left to maintain her ritual! Without being prompted, Bryan lovingly took a warm soapy cloth, washed her feet and then smeared them with cream. With tears in our eyes, she said that’s when she felt truly loved!


By the way, that incident was the first thing that came to Bryans mind too!

Next I’ll pose the question to him, even though I think I may know the answer, I probably don’t. They have a very reciprocal relationship, which is so rare! Stay tuned for the answer!
Now tell me what makes you feel truly loved?

Rosie O'donnell

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Authentic

Dearest Rosie O’Donnell

If I could get a message to Rosie O’Donnell, I’d say I adore both you and Joy Behar! I’ll miss you immensely! YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Not one to be star struck this letter is out of character for me! I’m very sorry things are so painful for you right now. I know you were biding your time, trying to bow out gracefully.

Here’s the bottom line! Years down the road the only thing that will matter is the pride your Children feel about you! The tapes will still be around, the others will be long gone! Your children, and many others know what a truly amazing and loving woman you are! The people who've felt your love and compassion will remember!

A woman of substance, and verve, Rosie speaks with passion, from a heart emotionally charged by visiting the wounded soldiers. Why do we never hear about that???? Her support of the First responders for 911, also rarely in the news? Did you know she was the first talk show host to instigate give away gifts to her audience! Will she be remembered for that?

Tell me why strong women of principle that fight from a heart of love are always defamed?

I say IF ONE MOTHERS CHILD DIES……No war is worth it! Would you have it be your child????? Not mine thank you! So glad to be Canadian!

Here are a few important links on Rosie’s blog, if you care to know the authentic woman, instead of the women ripped apart by a sensationalistic media, check it out! Before saying anything negative, please check out her blog to see what she really stands for!
peaceful tomorrows

unsung heroes helping heroes

fealgood foundation

If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything!!! What do you stand for?

Sunday Scribblings " Masks"

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Somehow I expected this prompt to be easy. Oh my goodness, when I looked up hours had passed and I was still struggling. I prefer to live authentically, and for the most part I do. But sometimes it’s just safer to keep the mask on to preserve your vulnerability. Although I am brash and sassy at times, deep within hides this very injured child like spirit that I only expose to a select few. I lay it out gingerly on a velvet cloth for a very few moments, then quickly roll it back up and hide it so it can never be revealed. When I feel safe to expose myself, there is a catharsis that takes place, as well as a danger of being wounded. Assessing safe people to share the vulnerable side is the key!

Sunday Scribblings

Parading Masks

Authenticity aspires to float free
Parading masks, until that can be
Attacks bind us to the masquerade
Withered soul commences to fade

Nary does it leave our face
Humbled beneath, we take our place
Fear befalls disclosure of naked skin
Festered scars mapped within

Trapped behind calloused façade
Human frailties mirroring god
The Curious focus on chiseling veneer
Pushed, we collapse, on a carefully honed spear

Once again cautioned, grappling for cover
Vowing to constrain, except with a lover
Stipulations required, vulnerable parity
Dissuaded agendas, complete sincerity

Weakened, secrets are gradually revealed
Thoughts and feelings, vigilantly concealed
A frivolous risk, again chancing deceit
Authenticity uncloaked, reprieve from retreat

Endeavors rocket with new vitality
Life charged with a different reality
Safely Unmasked to honor and trust
Camouflaged to those we see as unjust

Illustration Friday " Signs"

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Illustration Friday Prompt is " Signs"

"Get Crack In"

Couldn't be plainer! But of course some people just don’t get the obvious signs! When their pants are too tight, their shirt is too short, or their plants need water!
When I was a kid my mom would always say "you better get crackin"....
I don't think she meant this, or my eggs either!

All the way from New York...!!!

Look what arrived from New York today!….YEAH!!!!….I have been waiting for this parcel ever since my Funny sweet friend Lucy said she sent it! I won a prize for the funniest hair story at Lulus Petals, during her one year contest. It’s a true story about my brother, you can read it here!

I usually avoid blog contests but I wanted to share my story with Lucy and celebrate her first year blogging. Thank you soooooo much Lucy, this is very exciting for me. I absolutely love quality hair products; it’s one of my very favorite things! So imagine my excitement to get four different items to try, all things I’ve never used before. And they came all the way from New York!!!! Woo hoo...dancing around the room.....okay thumping around the room!! I forgot to give Lucy my last name so she addressed it Sherrie Giggles, and it came right into my mail box, basically right to my door. I thought for sure I would have to pick it up at the post office. This tops the list of best things I ever got in the mail!!!

Lucy, I am so overwhelmed by the generosity, I am well aware of how expensive good product is, thank you so much, I am blown away! Not to mention the expense of shipping them….wow I feel so amazingly blessed! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! I promise you these items are so appreciated and will be well used! I can’t wait until tomorrow to wash my hair again!! Pepper has been sniffing around too…..I think she plans to try the shampoo! Hugs and kisses to you my dear friend!

You must have had a premonition!!! I can’t believe it came today after I sent you that email last night! I was kind of hoping when I opened the box you’d pop out and we could have a visit, glass of wine, appetizers!!! Maybe one day!!! My friend’s daughter is coming from Jersey on Friday June first, maybe you could stow away in her suit case!!........( Shrugs shoulders) Well I tried!!!

Poetry Thursday " Mental Pause Mama"

Poetry Thursday was a challenge to add humor to our poetry!

Unfortunately all this will muster is maybe a smirk. The kids told me not to post it because it’s not funny….but here it is anyway!

Mental Pause Mama

She’s a Mental Pause Mama
Forgot her keys today
She thought she plucked her chin hairs
But more came out to play

She should have worn her glasses
To see the ones she missed
Of course she’d misplaced them
They vanished with her list

Mental pause Mama
Wondering if she’s sane
Today she felt grumpy
Yelled at the dog again

Poor thing didn’t move an inch
Laid quiet an took the blame
He didn’t bother to react
She’d forgot his name

Mental pause Mama
Is trying to find her muse
It did not arrive today
So she called upon the booze

Stifled thoughts many years
Being everything to all
Now in the dusk of life
She hears her muses call

They say “you go girl”
Grab your bliss and run
Favors canceled, kitchens closed,
Time to have some fun

Mental pause mama
Found herself today
She bought a bumper sticker
Says “I’M DEAF….. NOW GO AWAY”

Well worth it!

Last week was full of fruition. Ten years of fruition as well as some insight into my childhood. Everything Pepper said to me the preceding week actually made Mothers day so emotionally gratifying. Then in my card she thanked me for always listening to her, letting her have her own opinions and really hearing her heart. She thanked me for being able to express her thoughts without criticism and always being there with love and support no matter what!

A rift between Pepper and a relative occurred; she was pretty upset as she felt discredited. I sat back in amazement watching an interaction that mirrored my childhood. I realized the importance of my blog, being able to have my voice heard without being stifled. Is sorry every really sufficient when someone has brutally wounded your soul, or discredited you? What do you think? How quickly do you let the person back in?

I’m a bit of a sucker and have always let family wreak havoc with my heart. Most times they are never aware the damage done. I have honed a pretty tough façade after living through year thirteen where I was criticized daily. Told who and what I was. I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that I attracted relationships that replicated the same behavior of judgment.

Funny how that can form you as a person. Everyone needs someone to champion them through thick and thin. Listen and believe in them as they grow and make mistakes. I wish I had made more little mistakes that were condoned and redirected. So I didn’t actuate so many big ones. Bear with me through my reflection.

One thing I know for sure I've mothered well, unfortunately I haven’t always had the financial resources. The consolation is that I know she has the skills and ability to independently follow all her aspirations.

I’m now satisfied fighting for her rights to be heard and have choice at ten , eleven and twelve was the correct route. Even as a small child she made good choices. I remember one particular incident when she was eight. There was a new girl in the school. A beautiful young thing, I insisted Pepper befriend her. She was reluctant, and held her ground. I kept insisting that it was the right thing to welcome a new student, lecturing that it was the kind thing. Pepper wouldn’t budge on the issue.

Eventually the new classmate stole Peppers large pencil collection, she'd started at only three years old. Pepper revered the many specially selected pencils. She was pretty disturbed when the young girl went into her desk and helped herself to the huge pencil case full! Later we found she’d distributed them to a few people in her neighbourhood, and then took them on a trip to another province, at least that’s what she told us. She also stole some pogs and slammers from other kids.

I talked to the teacher only to find out the child had a very troubled history. I decided to address the parent instead. After several unsuccessful tries all week, I knocked on the door of the little girl’s basement suite. She let me in; there on the couch was an inattentive mother, ten in the morning drinking vodka with some burly scruffy boyfriend seemingly unfamilar to the child. The suite was sparse, with only a very tiny television and large bottle of opened vodka on the coffee table. In that moment my daughter learned a life lesson, no words could ever express. The trauma of losing her pencil collection seemed pale in comparison. My demeanor changed in an instant. However, I did try to plead my case, the daughter lied and the mother daughter confrontation led nowhere. I had fully investigated and knew she had them.

I spotted one of her classmate’s slammers on the counter, spoke to the girl lovingly. Bartering for the slammer, realizing this young girl had nothing. In exchange for the boys coveted slammer I promised her some really cool pogs and a different slammer. I explained how devastated he was to loose his special birthday gift that the family had no money to replace. I suggested that instead of telling stories that got her in trouble she should start writing some of her stories out on paper. I was sincere, she really did have talent. I tenderly explained how she could be anything she wanted and encouraged her to take a better path. I have no idea what happened to that poor neglected child. We left quietly, Pepper never made mention of her pencils again.

Days later we saw the little girl standing alone at a bus stop. Keep in mind she was eight. I asked Pepper if she thought we should pick her up, fully intending to offer her a ride anyway. Pepper agreed it would be a good idea. I drove the girl to the destined mall then waited for her mother to collect her. Pepper learned a lot by that whole incident, but so did I.

My daughter had incredible intuition from a young age, I learned to trust her choices every step of the way. It was a stumbling block for me as I was trying to incorporate my childhood teachings to a wise soul who could easily detect right from wrong, and knew how to move away from bad energy.

So at ten when she was physically (with menses) and mentally mature, I could trust she needed her own voice. Thankfully I heeded that, fought hard to have her voice heard, and it was. She had difficulty embracing her new step family. In retrospect I think she may have sheltered me from some of the actual occurrences that led to her insightful decisions.

As a parent you always doubt whether you are taking the correct path with your child. Without giving details I feel confident after last week’s fruition; I made cognitive smart choices for Pepper’s well being by putting her in three bouts of counseling, allowing her feelings, and opinions. I can without reservation say she was always in the best care with me. Had I not stood my ground with authorities, supporting her voice I shutter to think had I not fought so hard, she may have executed a wanton path full of personal destruction! This post is fraught with gratitude for a fight hard won!

Sunday Scribblings " Second Chance"

This is my beautiful Mothers Day Gift

I love it! I am so lucky and grateful!

Sunday Scribblings "Second Chance"

Second Chance

Over the years I’ve been too strong
In passion, thought, opinion
Over the years I’ve been too weak
Trusting others, in discipline, and routine
Over the years I’ve used contemptible humor
To solve problems, win banters, defend myself
Over the years I’ve been too guarded about
Love, affection and emotion
Over the years I have been too passive
About boundaries, time, offensive behavior
Over the years I have been less forgiving
Of myself, my weight, my mistakes
Over the years I have been too passionate
About women and children’s rights, animals and food
Over the years I have been a codependent
For alcoholics, the mentally ill, the egotistical
Over the years I’ve been too generous
To the ungrateful, the dependent, the ego
If I had a second chance to do my youth over
I’d make better choices, be more active in action,
I’d grant myself more respect, more love, compassion,
Boundaries and dreams!

To read my tribute to single mothers written last year click here!

To read last years mothers day post check out this link. And to read about the similarities between my mother and I click last years post here!

Illustration Friday " Citrus"

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Lemon Needs Aid

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Sit Russ!

Illustration Friday Prompt is Citrus!

Is it obvious that I love a play on words?

Poetry Thursday "Combustible"

I used the word " Combustible" from the randomizer on Poetry Thursday! I mourn for the pretty little girl that thought she was getting more than she did!

Combustible Contemplation

My brain is rattled with reflection
Haunting parts of my past revisited,
Unaffected, I should be unaffected
Move on, none of my business
They think it's happy news
My heart is sad, my head is worried
We share different perspectives
A young beautiful girl, so much potential
Exploited by men, enmeshed in a home
Filled with mental illness,
Anger and subjugation
Handed my cast off life on a platter
Served with hope and promises
Soon bolted from the aggravation
Smack into exploitation and subjugation,
Again lured by empty promises and hope
No pattern of redemption for
A damaged child

Tag of Seven

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Oh and I love Cheese! I made this digital drawing a while ago using a play on words.

Angela tagged me to share seven things about myself. They can be anything from a favorite quote or book to opinions about life or ourselves! After I post these I'll probably think of some good ones!!

Just a few favorite Quotes I repeat too often. “You learn what you live” and “Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself” You teach people how to treat you! When all else fails, “Let go and let god” Although I say them to others they are mainly meant for me!

I love Indy music and movies, as well as good documentaries. Last night I watched a sad documentary called Bangkok Girl about the the sex tourism business in Thailand told through the story of a young Bangkok bargirl and an innocent Canadian filmmaker.

My place has often been a respite for women and children over the last thirty years. For short intervals I have supplied a kind ear, a shot of self esteem, helped with homework and served comfort food.

On a lighter note I’m an excellent shopper, but I don’t buy generic! I can tell you where to get the best prices on many items. However I do like nice things too!


I’m a homebody, yet I can be wildly spontaneous on a whim! I was never really known to be a routine person unless I had to! Years ago I'd clean house in the middle of the night...haven't done that for about sixteen years now!

I can be known to wear a night shirt around the house all day!Even after I bathe I will put a clean night shirt on, mainly because they are comfy! Every night before bed I put cream on my feet douse myself with perfume!

I always knew I was creative but it wasn’t until three years ago that I tried any kind of actual art with acrylics or digital drawings. After the painful demise of a very important relationship. During the two year grieving process I took pencil and paint to paper and haven't stopped since.

Now I am tagging, Lucy, Janet, Mary Ellen, Vicci, Kai, Gemma, Lisa Ocean Dreamer!

Toodles old chair!

Yesterday I went in to buy perogies and ended up buying a computer chair instead! I rolled the floor model up to the front, mentioned to the clerk I was interested in buying it, but wasn’t sure if it would fit in my car. She offered to roll it out to then car then painstakingly put it in my jeep. While she was maneuvering it to fit the seat I noticed a dirty spot and a tear on the underside.I got that feeling of disappointment in the pit of my stomach. You have no idea how many computer chairs I have sat on in the last three years. Especially in my price range. The rip wasn’t noticeable, and wouldn’t affect the actually seat of the chair but the clerk kindly offered to reduce the price. We went back into the store, I usually jump at a discount, in fact it was at a Liquidation World where this all transpired. Instead I took a second to ponder the longevity of the chair and decided the rip wasn't worth a ten dollar discount. I opted for the boxed version instead. So the girl went back to my jeep, pulled the chair out, rooted around in the warehouse, brought the boxed version back to my car. Yes…. yesterday I was that nightmare annoying fat lady customer, probably not the best part of her day!

Bryan assembled it last night while I was asleep. Hurrah! It was time for a new one, dontcha think? The old one is sixteen years old! What a difference eh? No wonder I have had so many back aches lately!

Sunday Scribbling "Night Verses Day"

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Sunday Scribblings prompt " Ocean"

Night verses Day

Oceans of salacious thought meander amid mindless matter
Waves of innovation bash through daily drivel
Beckoning the artist within to beach naked vitality
Capitulate to the joys of creating, amid irksome obligations
Routine rogues thieving portions of precious god spirit
Cancerous relationship dramas trump desired peace
Challenging the value of fleeting lucid lavish inspiration
Cordially night whispers seductive reminders of stilled ambience
Dismissing the menacing interruptions of daylight bustle
Exaltation resumes in darkness, trickling in contemplation of ecstasy
Celebrated silence signals, the myriad of notions to tumble forth,
Foraging through residual tedious musing of tumultuous daily deeds
Altered tides entice maverick spirits to expose their abundance
Calming the storm of angst, captive by habitual barrage of demands
Dismissed are the sounds of mind chatter, obligations, and ritual

A tsunami of passion prides the pages with ideas, bliss prevails!

Writing about the Ocean can be redundant. First thing that comes to mind is singles columns where the guys say “I love long walks on the beach”. Really, that’s a surprise, who doesn’t love the beach, well probably anal moms who hate the sand in their cars that spans long past a good vacuuming.

Personally I took Pepper to the beach a few times a week when she was little. After work I’d throw a picnic together and away we’d go, to play in the park, eat dinner and feed the gulls! Then as she got older we’d play cards and dice until the sun set.

For the last thirty four years I have occasionally gone to Montgomery’s Cottage Lunch for fish and chip on the White Rock beach. I really do love the Ocean and haven’t been since last August. In fact we visited this awesome ice-cream parlor with homemade pies, I hid my friends name amongst the signatures scribbled on the walls of the shop. I wonder if she’s found it yet.
I’m sure I’ve written many poems, and blog posts about the ocean because I’m pulled there as soon as the warmth of spring arrives. I think I need to go there more this summer! Ocean is a wonderful conduit to healing energy. I feel fortunate to be surrounded by the Pacific Ocean which can be anywhere from fifteen to thirty minute drive away

One More Ocean Story!
Nineteen seventy three, my husband, my cousin and I went to the Cottage lunch for fish and chips. We wanted to order individual orders of two pieces. My Cousin was afraid it wouldn’t be enough. So she convinced us it was cheaper to order a family size box of fish and chips. Well…. they were always generous with their portions, but that day we got this humungous box of fish and chip enough for ten people. My cousin was so embarrassed she started to laugh hysterically. Once she gained composure she began repeating inventing names, feigning that we had more people coming to share our food. She continued calling for the invented people to hurry up because their food was getting cold. “Where are they anyway?” she inquired; causing me to giggle uncontrollably. “Their fish and chip are going to get cold,” she said straight faced as my giggles echoed down the beach. She continued on during the whole walk to the beach, calling random names looking around for the imaginary crowd that would descend and help us eat our gluttonous box of fish and chips. Needless to say the seagulls loved their feast that day!

Illustration Friday "Neighbor"

Illustration Friday prompt "Neighbor"

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Obliging Neighbor

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Neighbors, Too Close for Comfort

I am not exactly the neighborly type, mostly like to keep to myself. I was taught at a young age to be very careful with neighbors, never gossip because it could turn into sour grapes. That did occur in a few places I lived, feuding ensued among neighbors. Thankfully I was very cautious. Some neighbors along the way turned out to be great friends, but we were careful not to invade each others space. Other neighbors I had to set boundaries with. One woman in particular, constantly demanded to know what I was doing every day off. That relationship soon waned. In the seventies I confronted a neighbor who left his dog tied up while on holidays. I called authorities, feeling no remorse, he knew it was me! Neighbors and relatives you can’t choose, so it’s imperative to foster peace with them. I prefer to ship my friends in and avoid petty neighborhood grievances. Maybe I’m a little colder in my old age, but I really prefer a phone call, to an unannounced knock at the door! Probably because I value my time so much! Whoa this is a side of me you don't see very often!

Poetry Thursday "Resumed"

A few ducks that float around in the pond behind our place.

Poetry Thursday is a free week but after reading the very profound article about family rejection posted by Amy on P.T. I was inspired to write about rejection too! Somehow my thoughts diverted to self censoring, and then took an about turn as a totally different topic presented itself. Writing this poem was very cathartic as I scanned over the memories realizing spirit was walking along side me the whole way! I am always amazed at how the creative process transpires!

Poetry Thursday

Resumed

She was ten; a quagmire of words
Screamed in her tender ears
Repeated rants
Meant for her mother
Terrified, upon return
She voiced her concerns
Her fears, her distress
For a moment
Her qualms were dissuaded
Unrelenting, she refused
To feel that wrath again
She struggled not to revisit
Or converse on the phone
Repeated rings spanning short intervals
Over and over, day in and day out
A veil of terror blanketed the house
Restraining orders breeched
Police attending somber faces
Vanished into the night
Any trace of provocation
Invoked by the intimidating sound
Of an idling diesel truck
Following day
On the way to the lawyer
The pensive child,
An avid hockey fan
Rides along in silence
Radio station announces
Hockey Tickets to the game
Forlorn she dials the cell phone
Negative feelings of doom befall
Her mother champions her call
Asking her to believe she will win
The child tries unsuccessfully to believe
Life has not been promising lately
Mother repeats “you must believe”!
The youngster tries again with new verve
Still nothing, it’s not to be
Mother assures they will try again
Together they consult the lawyer
Searching for resolve from torment
After the meeting, the lawyer disappears
Asking them to wait
Soon he returns holding two tickets
Hands them to the mother and her child
Two high end Hockey tickets
With parking passes
Totally unprepared,
They squealed with glee
That is the day,
When a little ten year old
Started to believe!