You know what I think?

You Know what I think?

 You know what I think?


I think in the deepest reaches of our hearts, places one thinks not to wander,
a secret longing and hidden wish begins to form and grows with the beauty of God’s Green vine.
Long and strong, filled with fragrant, tantalizing allurement, the temptation to one, adventure to another.
At first, this “vine”,  it tickles the hushes of your whispers, pushing away such thoughts,
our consciousness dares not go,
Curious intuition standing tall and still, looking up with desired eyes at seduction.

I think this uncharted road, this shift in the moral compass is simply writing one’s own path.
Following ones secret longings into a place outside of one’s comfort zone rather it be love, breaking all the rules and “just going for it” or standing toe to toe with your own moral image and being able to look such challenges, seductions or adventures in the eye and see it for what it is. It is simply life gnawing, picking at and edging you on…Go live, go do, go be, learn and see, hopefully, the lesson will be part of life without presumption and filled with happiness and seductive passionate adventure.

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You know what I think?


I think a mother should have a room of her own. A room with candles and a ceiling fan, a room with Mom’s favorite books and magazines strewn across the floor. A wall with her favorite art and pictures, colorful scarves and scented perfumes. Masons jars for cheap wine and sunflowers, an antique table found at a summer sale topped with trinkets, boxes, seashells, and jewelry. A turntable and favorite albums, posters, cards, and dried rose, dried herbs, and spring flowers.

I think a mother should have a room of her own. A room to escape, to daydream or cry. A room all her own with her favorite treasures, her place to hide.