Change of heart

One of my friends asked why we create today and invited everyone to share. My answer was to get everything that is stuck inside me out. I made a few attempts at this blog, and the point of it was to get all that stuff out, problem being is it really anyone elses business what I have inside me? It is supposed to be healthy to create things and share feelings, maybe some feelings are not meant to be shared. And maybe if you have someone in your life you trust, you tell them all your feelings and you don't really need a blog. This blog of mine could be making a turn. Instead of writing it may change to one of my obsessions. Food. Food and Music are both very important things in my life, both can take you to a time and place far from where you are standing and evoke such strong memories and feelings. It fascinates me that something so simple has such a large impact and is universal, you do not need to speak the same language to feel the rhythm and energy of music and to know the love that went into the food on your plate. So now I will have to do some thinking about what delicious goodies I want to share and learn how to photograph and download those goodies with you!

The List

So Im feeling philosophical this morning and allready created one list of things,it was what I like about my best friend and thought about another list. The Bucket list. Things I want to do before I die. Not just go to Paris kind of thing, but actually sit and think, what is it I want to do? So that is my task today while Im at work. Think of my Bucket list. Among my actual work of cleaning up and organizing and figuring out the new computer system and enforcing rules and codes :( On the bright side I work at a school and get to hang out with little kids, who are waaaaaay older than we were at that age let me tell you! Little 8 yr old girl in heels and a Dooney Burke purse! (that is how you know you are old) you start thinking, "kids these days are crazy" and "what do I want to do before I die?"

Bittersweet

An innocent glance, a little smile, a crooked grin and little giggle, the sound of laughter that turns to tears, your love is bittersweet.

Leaves in The Wind

Orange, red, brown and green
Scattered along ,not tied down but finally free
Across fields, down lanes, on rivers and through bridges
Are hopes and dreams
Pushed and floating on invisible currents
Seen by all, noticed by few
Pieces of life being crushed by the world
Manipulated and twisted, thrown and stepped upon
Until nothing but dust on the soles of your feet
For those who saw each shape and hue they will not be forgotten
Each one was unique
Treasures to be discovered and secrets to be told
Some where left empty waiting for souls
All of the them lost, never to be found
They were just a moment in time
And will be replaced once more