Day: January 1, 2019
This Is What Your Dog Thinks About You. This Made Me Tear Up.
From the east
stirring sea and sky ~ the rising sun a kiss ~ coming from afar — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Past ( Micro poetry)
“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.” – M o o r e z a r t
The story behind my painting “The Christmas Bridge” A few years ago we had a unexpected snow storm on Christmas Eve. Two weeks in the making, we had already sent invitations in advance …
The Message
Wednesday’s Wit and Wisdom
Please be sure to read these great quotes!
Happy Wednesday! A while back a faithful reader of mine had mentioned about calling “Tuesday’s Thoughts” , “Wednesday’s Wit and Wisdom” when she had read the post one Wednesday. I thought this was the perfect week to do that and I do like the ring it has to it. 🙂
I hope everyone enjoyed Christmas and perhaps you are still enjoying it. We had a wonderful day of being together and just relaxing, while sharing love and laughter.
Some of you may be wondering about Jinx and Jangle. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten them. Did they have a successful Christmas Eve making all their deliveries? What did they think of “George”?
I hope you enjoy today’s “Wit and Wisdom”, may you keep smiling. Christmas may be over, but we can keep the Christmas spirit in our hearts all year long and let it overflow to others!
Trust The Magic
“The magic is there and it is
everything you ever need.
You just have to trust it.”
The magic is there and it is everything you ever need. You just have to trust it. Follow the instincts you feel. Even if it’s nothing more than a tiny inkling at the pit of your stomach, feel it. Because, odds are, whatever you’re feeling is right. Don’t let fear stand in your way. Don’t let anything stand in the way of the direction you need to take with your life.
You live it once, so live it like you will die tomorrow.
© Sarah Doughty
Because you just might.
A New Year’s Kiss
Where My Heart Once Was
Last night I was packing,
I saw a picture of yours.
A good one.
A happy one.
Today I looked at it again.
I don’t miss you as much anymore.
But your face will always be
one of the few faces
seared in my mind forever.
I choose to remember
the good memories I have of you.
Tomorrow I may still bleed.
I may still cry.
I may still hope
to spend time with you again.
I may still remember the pain.
But I won’t lose myself again.
I’m reclaiming the void
where my heart once was.
The Reluctant Poet 