On this star filled night with the moon full and bright, I set among the pines to clear my mind.
The memories of a life gone awry, always the desire to fly, to rise above what has been. The whisper of the gentle breeze rings true of what I must do.
There is no good bye in learning to fly.
Do you remember when you left me? When you were too grown-up to play when I visited? When you no longer found a monster under the bed, in the closet?
Do you remember where you left me? Am I in the box you packed your beloved childhood toys for safe keeping? Did you toss me out with your once favorite fuzzy slippers?
Do you remember the fun we had in worlds of our own, adventures of our making? Back when the world belonged to you and I. You believed everything was possible, and you could be anything.
All the fun we once had; do you miss me – as I do you?
Lovingly, Your Imagination.
I am the Willow.
I bend to the will of the Wind.
He is satisfied that he has caused me to weep.
He does not know; I do not break.
His lack of understanding comprehends not;
I am renewed from a depth he will never come to know.
Encouragement I gain from the near-by stream as she whispers;
“You are loved.”
The gentle embrace of the cleansing rain heals my wounds.
Even with the scars that remain, she comforts me with the wisdom;
“You are beautiful.”
The Robins build their nest in the shelter that is my branches.
They sing a new song to my soul;
“You are needed.”
The sun rises, light shines through the past darkness.
I recognized a new truth;
I am a survivor.
__Lauralynn Browning
A bright sunny day of 45 degrees, a beautiful day for the ewe to have her babies. She did well for her first time. She gave birth in the back pasture in the sun. She already had them clean, fed, and up walking, by the time Richard found her at 4 in the afternoon.
There are times in a girl’s life when the only comfort she can find is under the covers hugging her Teddy bear while she cries herself to sleep.
If I knew where my happily ever after was; I’d go fetch it by the feet and drag it home.
When I was a young girl, I expected things would turn out a certain way. I expected to find the love of my life, my best friend, the one whom I could share my every hope and fear, the one that (by his belief in me) would help me believe in my ability to achieve my dreams. This love was to be two lives merging into one; the unbreakable bond that no one could brake apart.
Instead, I’ve found a labyrinth with many dead ends. I’ve suffered under their stifling anger, disbelief, and worst of all: the necessity of having to keep my thoughts and needs to myself. There has been no room for my needs amongst the unbearable demands of the other that I happened to be with at that time.
This semester is shaping up to be more work than the last. This semester my classes are Sociology, Psychology, and Small Business. I am most excited about the Small Business class, because the large assignment is to write a Business Plan. I’ve decided to write mine on the rune and tarot card reading business that I’ve been dabbling in for the past few years. I believe that having a plan in place will help me stay on course and have greater success at operating the business.
