A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what youre saying...
At times, I take a step back and look around me. I see things that I never dreamed of when young, and the sense of luck and fortune enters my mind. I step back in another direction and know everything I imagined has indeed showed it's face. And yet stepping back for another view, I see that the simple things have stayed the same for me.
The world and it's beauty that have always showed the path for my outlook, shines. Yesterday, I smiled when seeing that my flowers overtook this statue that has been adorned with color since my childhood. It is the same smile of those early years, the same beauty of color, the same statue. In abundance? Definitely.
I've been taking pictures of butterflies the past week while in my garden. These insects have been fluttering around minding their own business while I stand in wonder looking at their perfect beauty. So light and airy, they bring my garden into a life of it's own.
I see them as extraordinary in their own right, peaceful in our midst.
So what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
This is pretty much what journals are all about, at least to me. I knew as I wrote them that even though they provided an excellent place for brain (and heart, and psyche) dump, they were mainly a map of me.
-- Colleen Wainwright, communicatrix, 03-23-2006


Although the controversy has died down about this author, I thought I would write about these books.
I had read both back in the fall before all the hoopla started. I was enthralled with Million Little Pieces and couldn't put it down. I found it to be an encouraging book with great meaning. As I was reading it, I did think that he was so far gone in the drug and alcohol world that he couldn't have remembered everything exactly. That was OK for me, because the meaning that I got out of the book was more important. It was different than any book I had read before, and I liked that also. My Friend Leonard was also a good follow up.
We will be reading Million Little Pieces at my suggestion, for our book club in the next coming months. I can't wait to hear the controversy and should prove to be good discussions. :)
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The Carnegie Museum of Art was on the top of our list to visit while in Pittsburgh. Living there, I would always take the family to see the latest exhibits. Most of the time, I felt I was dragging them there to see something that interested me and not them. While there last week, I ventured off to look at paintings that caught my eye. After what seemed like hours, I went looking for Kelly. I found her sitting and intrigued by this piece of art. I smiled and took her picture. Apparently all those trips to the museum planted an interest of art in her. It was a good site. :)
While back home in Pittsburgh, we took the kids on a tour of Oakland where the University of Pittsburgh is located. It is also Dave's alma mater. This picture is the Cathedral of Learning. It is the tallest school building in the western hemisphere with 42 floors. This is one of the main attractions of the campus and one that we enjoyed showing to them. They've seen it before, but never on a walking tour. Actually a freezing walking tour in the dead of winter. Why not? lol
I saw this hot air balloon flying over my home the other day. The Dream Flights written across the balloon caught my attention. How often is it that dreams really do become a reality? Are they sometimes right in front of us although we cannot see them, or do we continue to search until it is clear? I tend to search vividly in the light of day for those dreams to show themselves as I see it at night.
As this balloon dipped down low as if to land, I found myself chasing after it in my vehicle to the next street over. Was I chasing a dream? It chose not to land, but popped back up in the sky as dreams can often do in our life.
It was there, but out of my reach....

A night out at the Canton Theatre was fun this past weekend. The prelude was dinner at a New Orleans style restaurant which was located across the street. We went to see "Divorce, Southern Style". This was a hilarious comedy about a middle aged divorcee's schemes to get back together with her ex-husband....of 15 years ago! The reason being, she was low on cash. Should be so easy. lol This production kept me laughing throughout with the actors fitting the parts perfectly. The ending was good and showed how strong us women really are.....the only way to be. :)

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance. Radindranath Tagore
I sit here thinking of the past few weeks and the new friendship that has emerged in my life. I've always said that good friends develop when you least expect it. These recent weeks are no exception. How nice it's been to openly talk without hesitation so quickly into the newness. I don't question the timing nor the reason. I just know that it has been refreshing. :)

This is my favorite part of the day when out on the water. As the sun continues to rise and glistens on the lake, it can leave me mesmerized. My senses are close by absorbing the stillness and quiet. It does wonders for my well being and the outside world seems far away. I have been fortunate to get out there at least twice a week as the weather continues to cool off. Yes, I might have to add layers on to stay warm, but that beauty continues to show it's face in a world of color.
"He had been my lover for years and yet it had been my task to make sure that he never knew me. As he lay on me, and moved inside me, I felt as lonely as if I were the ship which bore my name, out all alone at sea." The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory
Out of the 650 pages of this book that I read, the two lines above stood out to me immediately after I read it. The loneliness that was portrayed of this girl seemed so real. Loneliness that seemed to slip so easily into her very soul and stay there unwanted. She was a girl who had everything, but had nothing that really mattered. I loved this book about the reign of King Henry VIII involving his first two wives. It's hard to imagine living in that era where females did not have a say in anything. I don't think that would sit well with me! This novel was compelling, spellbinding and I felt as if I was there in court with the Tudors each and every time I opened the book. There are not too many authors that can do that. I'm looking forward to reading the book that follows this one. :)
Yes Derek, I'm back from vacation. :)

Yesterday, myself and 3 other members from our book club, went to a luncheon sponsored by the The English-Speaking Union in Atlanta. Philippa Gregory was there to speak of her new book "The Virgin's Lover".
This is a historical novel of the first year reign of Queen Elizabeth 1. It tells of the year 1558 when she had the challenge of a war against the French who were invading Scotland and the uprising by the English Catholics. Of course she falls passionately in love with a married man who is her favorite in court. Phillippa Greggory blends historical fact with modern day rumors. I found this novel hard to put down.
We had the chance to talk first hand with Phillippa and had this photo taken of us with her sitting in the middle. The four of us enjoyed the luncheon, her speaking of the book, and listening about her background. We are reading another of her novels "The Other Boleyn Girl" for next month's book club meeting which is about the reign of Henry VIII. I would definitely recommend these novels to anyone interested in historical times.

I awoke this morning very early again with one of a few dreams that has been following me for years. The dream of finding another part of my home that is untouched by everyone that lives here. It is a place that only I find over and over again as I open each door and walk thru each room. I have plans in my dream of going thru every trunk and looking under every covering to discover what is there. In my dream, I feel as though my life will unfold as I unfold those places.
I always awake from this dream wanting to find that place and have figured out long ago that I am searching in life. Do we unconsciously hunt for answers that will give us meaning?
Our USTA summer ladies team finished off the season this year with a 9-1 team standing. We came in first place in the district and are headed to Macon for the State Championship next May. Yippee!
Should be a fun time and definitely a good experience for the team. All that hard work and sweating in the Hotlanta summer heat has paid off! :)
We spent the holiday weekend at the lake and I was able to get in some serious paddling time. I enjoyed the quiet time early in the morning before all the motor boats hit the water. With my map in hand I explored some new places. I came across deer drinking from the water, different kinds of birds with my new favorite being the heron, and butterflies galore floating in the air. I fully expected to see a snake in my boat each morning as I left the kayak on the water's edge. I am happy to say that it didn't occur, but I did have an inch worm crawling up my inner thigh while out in the middle of the lake. I was lucky I didn't tip! I don't like bugs! lol Needless to say, I just came back from ordering a storage cover for the opening. :)