Frost

The morning frost lay on the ground

Like diamonds sparkling bright

Little gems of water blink

Beneath the pale sunlight.

It crunches below the running feet

Of children off to school

And melts under the warming sun

In tiny little pools.

There for a moment, then it’s gone

It fades in light of day

It brings the cold and makes us know

That winters on its way.

The Joy of My Mind

I can’t remember not loving music. And before I go any further, I am not a musician. Oh I wanted to be. Didn’t we all have dreams like that once? Gigantic dreams of becoming a diva and travel to the corners world delighting the throngs of followers with our skill and talents. The crowds would be larger than any other performers. My clear precise voice would amaze and astound all that heard it. I even learned to play the guitar so I wouldn’t have to sing a cappella.

But in my car…that’s another story. My delusions of grandeur are at the top of the fantasy chart. I am invited by the best of the best to sing with them in concert. The likes of Garth Brooks, Anne Lennox, Enya and Queen. No genre is beyond my capacity. No note to high or long. I am a natural and they all want me with them. I make them look and sound good. Of course this takes all my time and with so many clamoring after me, I have to turn some offers down. Mostly the rappers as I am not as fond of their music as I am with some others. (and I don’t know the words). Yup….turned down….how will they manage?

When in my car, I practice. I tootle down the road with my CD or radio turned up and I belt it out at the top of my voice. (or no voice) The critics are amazed. I even get high praise and adulation from Simon. And we all know how hard that is, don’t we? The record labels are after me to sign a contract as I make them easy money. I am so good that when in the studio, my recordings take only one or two takes. Two only because I hear some small imperfection and although no one else does, I want it perfect. So we redo it, right this time. (back up CD player)

But having said all that, I do love music, even if I butcher it sometimes beyond recognition or am completely off key and can’t remember the words properly (that’s really when the retakes are done). I have fondness for soft easy listening songs that make my heart and mind think of love and romance. The songs that make your brain go off into dreamland for a few seconds. The ones where you can make your own videos in your head.

Music soothes me, makes me laugh, heals me, makes me happy, gives me strength, and lifts me up. It can also make me cry or be sad. Music reminds me of times that brought great joy into my life and also times of hurt and sorrow. Weddings, funerals, night clubs, birthdays, or simple gatherings around a campfire. No matter which emotions surface or how even how good or bad is associated with music we all have to admit that music is integral in our lives. Every store we go into, TV shows we watch, every school, any movie and come to think of it, every elevator. It is everywhere.

I have been known to sing around a campfire and with real people around. And what’s more….they didn’t leave. Major accomplishment…..(she said with her chest puffed out). And I admit that my neighbours may have to tolerate my showers. NO NO, I meant listening through the walls while I am in the shower singing. ALONE….I am quite alone…thank you for ­­asking or assuming.

I couldn’t live without music in my life. It is as normal to listen and enjoy music as it is to breathe. I shall continue to boogie down the road with my tunes playing in my car and probably will be out of my reality world as I do it. So if you see me in my vehicle, lips moving and seemingly a little out of it, just leave me be. I am not swearing at you, just dancing in my head. I will come back to planet earth soon enough and deal with the real stuff when I get where I am going.

Alas… I will never sing quietly in the forest and have the little birds and new born baby animals swarming around me with enchantment and awe…oops….got a little carried away again.

Reality has to set in sometime...... la di la la...hummmm

WAR ON THE HOME FRONT

When the men go off to war

The women often cry

They are the ones left behind

To and sit wonder why

They’re the ones that have to hold

The family as one

And wonder if it will still be whole

When the war is finally done

They hide their fears

They go to work and hold the line

They write letters to their men

They volunteer their time

They oversee the day to day

And hope things won’t go wrong

They think their man will be home soon

He won’t be gone for long

But things don’t always go as planned

In wartime people die

Some men come home without their limbs

Without their face or eyes

And while the men fight for peace

Women wait and hope and pray

Their men will somehow live

To come home another day.

Waiting For You

Waiting For You

Alone

Yet not alone

Heart full of love and belief

Waiting for fulfillment

Wanting

And not having

Impatient with desire

The craving for loves touch

Wishing

Hoping for time to pass

Needing you near

Needing you to hold

Yearning

Heart aching with a hunger

Longing for you

Passion building

Silence

I wait in the quiet

For you to come

I know you love me

As I love you

Wonderful Women

Reading other ladies blogs makes me wonder.

All the books and all the TV shows, never prepared anyone for such reality. It is true that as we live our lives, we are usually to busy to see small everyday things. Let me tell you...THESE LADIES see it all and tell it in their blog with humor and stories.

The ladies who blog on here are really REALLY living life as real people. They express their hopes, their love, their frustrations, their problems, tears, dreams, losses, going mad and laughter. Some talk about family, chairs, telephone calls, mistakes, pumpkins or any other subject that has entered their heads. Sometimes it's poop that brings out the inspiration for a story. They are talented enough to express all of the daily grinds in our busy lives. Today someone talks of children fighting and tomorrow it's a new dress they bought for an occasion. It simple doesn't matter. They have found an outlet to keep them sane while letting others know they are not alone in the world.

These remarkable women will never win a Pulitzer Prize for their creations but they should for being mothers and wives, for sharing, helping each other and for making it to the end of the day and starting again tomorrow morning......early. They should be place high in our regard. They should be honored for being everyday heroes who live the REAL life.

We as a society rarely think of any of these ladies as heroines. We think that a person who rushes into a burning building is a hero. Someone who rescues another is a hero. Someone who does a epic deed for the sake of another....

But lets face it. THEY are the ones who face each day with challenges that would overpower half the population of earth. They balance budgets (some better than others), they shop for the family, cook, and clean and are expected to do so. It's their job. Yet society often thinks little or nothing of their value. They are considered home makers. Unpaid, unskilled and unappreciated. And because they have no "paid" job, they usually aren't even entitled to have a credit card in their name unless the other half signs for them. Sad commentary but true.

Wait a cotton picking minute here!!! Unskilled??? They are nurses (unlicensed). They can kiss pain away or bribe it away with a band-aid (providing it has the right design on it....spiderman for the boys and princesses for the girls). They are chauffeurs, teachers, chefs, accountants and a myriad of other occupations depending on the day or the need. And some of these talented ladies work outside the home too.

And just when we think we have the role defined, they also turn out to be friends. They talk about real life so others won't feel alone. They tell their tales so others can see they aren't going through life alone and that the same crazy thing their kid did, yours will too. Moody some times, full of laughter at another. Mischievous, angry, heart warming or frustrated. They are lovers, fighters, and genuine people.

They give all they have to the ones they love. They worry over small details about their children growing up. They are a friend and partner to their mates. They care about others. They truly are heroine in their actions and their deeds.

I challenge everyone to read the blogs. They are amazing. They will make you laugh and cry. They will make your day and you will know at the end, exactly what I mean.

Well, I am going to try this. I want to post my thoughts and poems and stories to see if they are enjoyed. Not the most original reason for doing it but an honest one. I will get to see the results and know whether to continue writing and posting or just write for myself.

So now I will go and pick through the piles of papers to find something suitable for print. Not that my work isn't suitable for family reading, it's just that I would like to present my first posting with one of my best. (personal opinions do count) Bear with me.

I will post new projects every week and check for comments.