Day dawns… Ahhh… The light at the end of the tunnel shines bright and brings me closer now then yesterday to the tomorrow I long for. What is so wonderful about the future? The future holds hope, it holds our dreams, our wishes, our desires in the realm of possibilities still yet to be. Tomorrow is another day as is today from yesterday to create the dream we wish for. Today is the next best opportunity to do something different. I walked alone, then I walked with some one. I lead and I followed and I walked along side. There are many tracks to follow and some lead us forward and others lead us back. All our journeys for our minds to wander in, all are adventures for our imagination to cherish… Why do I seize upon each day as an opportunity to tempt fate? Why do I hold so passionately to the wonders of this day? I am unsure of the whys, they haunt me and push me to find the answers that are some where in this future that fate and destiny guide me towards. What a special day today is as she dawns across the eastern sky! What a wondrous journey we will have this Friday! It is the last of this November. We stand on the edge of December peeking inside at the delights of winter, the joy of Christmas… Ahhh it is a special day…

A peaceful spot it ’tis, nestled as she is inside the hills surrounded by woods. Clever of Mother Nature to hide her so that the average person misses her, over looks her really. She is there among the other trappings of this adventure filled place, but one must look for her, search her out and once found, find the special place that is just for you. Mine is a rock that over looks the fall to the out stream, knot the main one that most notice but one off to the side covered by trees and only visible as you move over the wooden bridge for a split second… You can sit there and be unnoticed for a long time. A peace filled spot to allow the mind to wander. In places of such beauty, the mind does not need much encouragement to wander, to go off and play. I have often slipped into the waters of this place and relived the dreams of my youth, the memories of times past and seen visions of what the future may bring to me. I wish to strip off these responsibilities and glide across the waters and this place allows me that luxury… I am free here upon the rock, upon the soul of my dreams… My friends visit me here as I visit them… A wondrous adventure it has been…

Today blooms bright with the promise of more water, more rain, more of that delightful moisture to fill our lives with. I will indulge myself in the waters of the dream and share the spirit of the earth with the lake that holds my time in her waters. The rain that falls today feeds this place and the river of dreams that wanders from her. Take a walk yourself and find your place along the shore and dip your hand into the waters of your life time…

Where do they all come from? Take note of them and whisper to the winds to hold you within her arms. We can choose to be or knot to be. Knot choosing is still a choice, a poor one butt still a choice… I love the loneliness… The quiet in witch I can sit, write and play… I love to walk along the shore of my possibilities seeing the dreams that I wished for come true in my imagination and then creating that wonder in the reality that is this life we share. I could be considered one of the lonely people… I choose knot to be…

The day appears to climb from the midst of the night into the delight of sun shine. It warms us even in Autumn’s cool winds and Winter’s snows the dawn warms us to the promise of the Spring time rebirth and summers heat. She appears as a glow to the east gently rising from the edge and walking toward us. How can one be lonely when such beauty exists? How can one knot be moved to share when such wonders occur each day? Who are these lonely people? Reach out a hand to them, search them out in their shy nests and hiding places and bring them forth to share, to dream to wish upon this earth. The more beauty we share the brighter it becomes, the warmer the light is… Choose to be among the writers. the painters, the sculptors, the creators of joy in this world. Choose to sing, to speak to share of the gift that exists inside of you with as many others as you can… Start with one more this day… And then there will no longer be lonely people…

I am lost. There is no two ways about that. Yes, I am lost. Oh well, time to sit and get my bearings. I hope some one will wander along this off beaten track some time soon. One of the difficulties in taking the path less traveled is that there are so few of us who wander the fringes. So when I do get lost, witch is quite a bit I must admit, there is no flow to push me on. I can sit here and get the drift from the clouds, the running of the stream, the sound of the wind in the trees and if I sit quiet enough from the beating of my own heart. I am beginning to enjoy being lost and searching for the path that best suits my wandering soul. I often get lost with friends on porpoise! To wander with them, with company is like being independent together! What an interesting thought! When I sit and dream of times I see the times yet to be and there is always one of two of us… Never a crowd or a large gathering… Just a few of us lost souls searching happily for the next opportunity to enjoy life’s possibilities!

When one is truly lost there is a sense of adventure in my soul that speaks out and hopes for me to do something really different now… What a great opportunity to experiment with a new and different way! My path wines and strolls in ever changing bends, curves and motions that rise up to meet me and gently slope to greet the waters of my lifetimes. If I was to dip inside the waters when I am lost I will see the pages that have come before… I choose to wander over these waters and create new pages, new adventures, new experiments, new wonders… This being lost has made all the difference in my life…

A moment in time is a some time to cherish… When we are alone with our thoughts or with a special friend. What a precious time to hold close and dream upon. A wonderful some time to place in memory to have for all eternity. I have often wondered why I some times scare others… It is a some time that they feel off balance because I wish to show a different side, one more real then the wall they hide behind. I write about being who you are and wishing you, encouraging you to dream to set your life free… Tell me who you are with your imagination, with your dreams, wishes and hopes and share in mine. I wonder what would happen if we sat and spoke, if we talked and dreamed, if we walked in silence… This is a magical some times for me… This moment is a dream…

The day swept away the mist from the dream that I wished for. She stood before me my eyes clear and bright. I saw her, the image of her, dancing about… I stood and walked toward her, this dream that seemed so real… And for a moment she was as we danced… as I became lost in her eyes, in her arms… A beautiful way to rise up and greet Dawn… She carried me from my slumber through the day… She inspired me to write, to sing, to listen closer to the wonders of the day that spread her wings about me. She danced with me… Called to me to enjoy the time that is here for me… She whispered to dream, to wish to inspire others with desire, passion and love…

What is this dream, this muse that haunts me? This face that sweeps me from my bed each morning to go forth into the world and create just one smile, just one laugh or just one giggle inside another… I long for the day when I may touch her cheek… and feel her body next to mine… She is my desire, my passion, my greatest love and I share her wisdom with others… She partakes of this life through the joys of others, through the sharing of thoughts… She inspires me… What is her name, her play… her passion… It is words… She is the muse of the writer, the artist, the painter, the sculptor… She is a dream, a wish, a desire to be more… She is the pull, the draw… the motivator, the dreamer in all of us… She is the vision… the excites the passion within us… Walk with her and feel her present fill you… go now and create…

I know it was a dream. Reality would never be this perfect. What do you do with a dream that comes alive and places itself before you? How does one react to a dream, alive, well and fully visible before yours eyes and when you reach out to touch it you can? The realization that it is no longer a dream butt a part of my life, of who I am shocked me. I sat in awe for a long time just watching, listening, feeling intensely about this dream that walked out of my imagination. The reality is slightly different, tinged with emotions, physical substance and a deep spiritual porpoise… It is however no longer a dream…

I have been lost in this dance before. It is easy to slip into the moment and allow the wonders of the combination of the physical, emotional and spiritual beings meld into one being completely together. Lost inside each other moving to the gentle waves of the music, floating between time’s ticks. I know the sensation of finding lost love’s from another time and taking them into my heart creating a sense of joy, desire and passion that is endless. I add that to the dance I spin, twirl, step in sync to the music. I donut dance for her or her for me we dance as one together our porpoise to be, to allow our energies to meld one to the other, to be part of the person we shared with before now in this time, to carry forth the love that exists.

I sometimes wish I was different, that I did not feel so deeply, so passionately about life. In a way I am my own worst enemy and my own best friend. The stillness of the morning air cool and crisp hits me and stirs my mind to know that the gift is in the sharing of who we are with each other. It is in the dance that we dance, the dreams that we wish for that come to life. Life for me is so much more then it was then. I dance more now with so many wonderful loving people who dance with me. I some times wish I was different, then I realize that the gift I am to them is what makes the difference to them as the gift they are to me has made such a wonderful difference in my life…

The dream will continue with other souls stepping out from behind the closed doors and into the delight of this life with me. I can reach out my hand and touch another one and say dance with me let me share in the wonder that you are, the joy, the pleasure of you and take a stroll with me in this delightful place and feel the wonder that I see, hear and feel inside of you… I wish I was different, now I over stand the wonder that I connect to, that I stir in another’s being… that they stir in me, that we mix together into potions or drinks that we share as we dance… as we sing… I am in awe of so many… so much has happened… shall we dance?

Good God! That is where I left all that wonderful stuff! Tucked it away in the attic of my lifetime memories… My wishes, my dreams, my teddy bear, my lost hopes, the treasures of my childhood, teenage years twenties and lets stop there… The wings I used to fly over hills… The laughter that dwells in me now, the child I am still, the passion I have to sparkle in delight is all there… Wow! Each page is written in my hand, each picture taken by me… My first pet… my first step… my first kiss… my first… well lets not go there… There are so many magical moments! I forgot about the Dodge! Ahhh but that is another story and if you want to know I will tell you but you will have to ask… lol… Some things one should never tell until asked… There is that wicked old nun from the 5th grade who cracked the blackboard with my head! Crazy woman she was… I though my dad was going to kill her… It is a wonder I survived! So many stories so rich with feeling…

The wild part is we all have this place… This wonderful chest of memories that we share with all those people we encountered on our journey to who we are today. I love to sit back and remember them as guides along the path of life. Some taught me to be like them and others to be anything butt like them. Some taught me to seek the truth within me… Special ones held me and showed me the wonder of friendship, kindness and love… They are all inside there and once again I am able to feel their present in my life…

Each day as I glide though my life I add another page to this book, another set of pictures to the photo file, another set of adventures to my journals and another friend to enrich my experience. Maybe in time when it is all said and done this will seem unreal or unimportant but for me, each day is a gift, each moment a treasure, each person a jewel to be held…

These words never seem to mean anything of logic do they? Life turns on the dime of possibilities and we sit here reading, writing or watching for the times of our lives to present themselves… I have to admit that my eyes have turned from brown to green to light brown to a tint of green once more… All the rest have blue… every one… Mine are green, brown… cat like… And I never liked cats to begin with… Kittens are cool playful adventurous… Cats… mysterious… loners… Prefer the pack sense of a large dog… The brown eyes searched and fell upon the hare the blue hare that wandered… teaching… listening, learning… What magic is that? What truth lies here before us as we speak? Does any of this makes sense? Why am I asking you? I feel like I am in a movie… of another’s life and that the days tick by… Silly… humorous… tinged with delight… Mother did it have to be so high? The eyes the hare… catch the hare! Step into my silly nest today and get comfortable for there is joy in the logic that spins such a yarn as this to allow the imagination to run wild with me now to other places where blue hair is the norm… green eyes the wonder that seeks out the adventurous… Walk with me now and let your laughter sing out and your imagination go free… spinning twirling, floating, drifting off to find a place to play…

I took a walk in my dreams over the hills and far away. The more I walked away the closer I got to where I was walking away from. A strange dream in that I was walking towards what I wished for and at the same time walking away from what I wished for. Never quite getting away from or arriving at where I wished to be. A silly dream filled with talk, laughter, silence and colors of the rainbow. A happy dream to be moving toward what I desired and dreamed about. A scary dream as I fled from what I wished to avoid in my life. I forgot that dreams are pushes and pulls back and forth. Images of reality pieced together with fantasy, dreams, wishes, wonders… The fear of getting caught in the act of being just me… How much more can I be? Solitude brings me peace, quiet, hope, delight and confidence to smile… Under it all I am just me walking into another night, another day, another adventure that I can share. What ifs fill my mind, fill the void of the silence… What if… never mind my soul speaks out… you can only share with those that wish to share… the rest, well some times the answer is no thank you… Accept the simple wonder of the answer you get… It is what they mean and walk on to another place, another door, another pathway to cross over into. I delight in the walk in the night time air across open fields and bending paths… I delight in the night, the day, the glow of thoughts whispered in dreams… I can take the image and hold her to me and never know anything else but that moment, that time, that delight…