Monthly Archives: March 2016

Poor Witness?




Be not a poor witness

To the journey that is life

Embrace it, enhance it

Make it sharp like a knife


This day it is yours

The night should be too

There is light to be seen

If you only knew


Open your eyes

And look all around

Open your ears

And listen for sound


Don’t dream for another

Accept what is yours

And live every day

Without keeping scores


Be a great witness

As your life you do live

Share what you’ve learned

And be ready to give

Appeasing My Conscience!


Whew! This has been quite a good week. I have completed some art projects that I was working on. I am very pleased with the outcome. And perhaps best of all is that someone I admire and respect wrote a lovely review of my book “A Collection of Words”.

At first, I thought that I would simply repost her review. And then I wondered if that was perhaps a little arrogant. You see here is my dilemma. I write because I enjoy it. I enjoy what I write. I write for me. But I love it when someone else likes what I have written. The response from the people that have read my book has been pretty wonderful. Yes there are those that said nothing but it’s entirely possible that it is simply not to their taste. No one has said that it is pure crap. I’m thankful for that.

Now I’m not looking for accolades. I just want people to understand that sometimes it’s difficult to self promote. I know I’m not the only one dealing with these issues. I wish I was confident enough to not care but that insecure 10-year-old is still very much within my psyche.

So to appease my conscience I am not going to re-blog that really awesome post but I am going to provide you with a link to it:

Now the responsibility is yours. This way I cannot be accused of being arrogant. Oh hell of course I can! It’s a fabulous review and I love it! Don’t you find it odd that grown adults (yes I will admit to being an adult now) can be so silly? We want accolades that we are afraid to accept in case others think little of us for being honest.

What? When I reached 50 I came to the conclusion that I was wonderful, talented, beautiful, smart . . . We all are! The problem is we have spent so much time being afraid to acknowledge our strengths ourselves because of what we think other people might think of this. I think there’s way too much thinking going on!

We need to enjoy what we have. We need to enjoy who we are. We need to enjoy each other. Uuummm . . . That should probably be rephrased, but oh what the hell! We are all in this together and ain’t nobody getting out alive! You all have a good day!


When a House is a Home


A house is not a home

With windows and doors

A house is not a home

With kitchens and floors


A home is a house

With butterfly kisses

A home is a house

With skinned knees and hisses


Some laughter and tears

Are found in the home

Lots of love and some anger

Are found in the home


Clients and patrons

Can be found in a house

Working not living

Can be found in a house


A life that is lived

With wonders galore

In a home not a house

Is worth it therefore


A house is a building

Of concrete and steel

A home is a place

Where feelings are real