Color, My World

It’s Been A Good Year For The Roses

Some version of the saying "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" has been told to pretty much every person from birth on.  In every language.  In every country.  We get it, we all get it, but it's hard. I mean, sometimes it's kind of fun...

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Lift Up Your Head, Princess

Lift up your head, Princess.  If not, the crown falls. I was told this once by a friend of mine as I was down & out about decisions I had made and whether or not I could ever pick myself up again.  I'm not sure, but I think we all get that way from time to time,...

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Times Long Past

When one door closes, a window opens.  That's how I feel every year at this time.  Nostalgic.  Heavy headed.  Melancholy.  Reflective of times long past.  Like it's the end of something big, yet the small start of something better.  I can't remember me being more...

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How I Got Here

As my daughter starts another school year, and nostalgia hits hard upon seeing posts from friends who's kids are at varying stages of sending them off the school ~ from grade school to high school to college ~ I can't help but wonder about my life and how I got here,...

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The Sand, Man

I am fortunate to live pretty close to Lake Michigan so I often run with my puppy to the beach.  As we approach the beach she pulls harder and picks up her pace and we always splash in at full speed, which means my running shoes & socks get soaked.  This also...

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All Are Welcome In This Place

It's funny how certain songs or poems spring up in our memories when we least expect them.  There's a song I learned in church a long time ago called 'All Are Welcome'.  I liked the song and would always sing along loud and proud and off-key.  Yet not until recently...

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Every Day Artist

Sometimes I just paint. I've painted on tables, chairs, my arms, my legs, walls, beds, picture frames, floors, books, clothes, desks, computers, pets, houses, boats, rocks, windows, and canvas.  I've made messes.  I've gotten my hands completely covered in paint. ...

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You With The Sad Eyes

I see your face everywhere, I stop to look and try not to stare. Half hoping it's you, relieved when it's not.  Dear God, for real, will this every stop? Look up, look down, look away, for if you stare too long, you will waste your whole day.  My heart won't sing and...

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Another Story Must Begin

Auld Lang Syne.  We have all sung it, or tried to sing it, on New Year's Eve as a kind of farewell to the old year and toasting the new. Loosely translated, it means "long long ago, "days gone by", or "for old times sake".  There's a poem written in 1711 by James...

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