Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

Can you imagine what it feels like to stand on the edge and leap into the unknown? Can you imagine what it feels like to have your heart beating so fast you can not catch your breath? Can you imagine everything you ever dreamed of having with that certain someone in your life, that you have longed for?  So it would seem that is what we base love on... I often wonder what would happen if we did not base the concept of love on a feeling or an emotion. How in control would be about our decisions on choosing a mate? How would our life vary and differ if we chose based on other factors? One would have to ask, "What's love got to do with it?" Have we not yet learned why we choose the way we do and who are influencers have been on this nothing new topic? We are products of our environment... look at how your folks or any coupled adult who had any part in your life acted towards each other. We all learn from what we see... and as adults, we mimic what we know! The patter

Happy New Year!!!!! Wow, freaking wow!!! 2018... what can I say? The caterpillar, the cocoon... the butterfly!!! Lets freaking do this!!!!! To change the environment you must leave your environment! To grow you must leave every version of yourself and shed every bit of evidence of yourself... to become anything than what you used to be!  That is what I am feeling about 2018!!!! Love what you do and the passion follows... Love who you do and see whose loving arms reach and play, " I WILL FOLLOW YOU" That is love... that is faith... that is what has been written in stone! Movies in the making... plays to be written in the books. My own characters have come to life in ways I did not see coming! They have taken on new personas some would shudder and some in shock! The plot twist... that has everyone whispering... ARE YOU KIDDING? DO WHAT? SERIOUSLY? Does life imitate art... or does art imitate life? Some things more entertaining than the entity itself. It is the way things

If a picture paints 1000 words what would yours say? What colors would you use to point out all the intricate details? What emotion would you evoke to get a reaction from others? Do the words then ever fail? The answer is NO! The words are heard just often fall selectively on deaf ears... We hear what we want but we see clearly the movement within the storyline. ( I have forgotten how much I love to write.) We each have the ability to paint our own stories. Maybe we each don't literally paint on canvas but by our actions, we vividly portray a picture. We emit the words to put in motion how something is to be played out. Actions will always speak louder than words... and actions is living proof to back up the words to the story told. It has been a while now hasn't it? Where have I been? What colorful tale have I been keeping... waiting on the tip of my tongue to delight whoever reads. Everyone somewhere wants to hear that love story with that happy ending! A story of hope.

In the mind of a writer and an incurable romantic, Christmas is full of wonder and magic. It breathes hope and passion and ignites everything imaginable. It relights memories and highlights tradition. It focuses on true meanings and the real joy of the spirit. No matter how old you are at this time of year you long for ... Magic! Something out of the ordinary that reaffirms something bigger than yourself! My favorite Christmas read is Paint Me Rainbows by Fern Michaels... and although I don't recall (at the moment) the moments leading up to the end... This I vividly recall. The main character is in church broken hearted from a horrible fight and the guy angry leaves town. She reflects on the year and everything that transpired, trying to separate differences and come to terms with the fallout. It's Christmas Eve, snow is falling. The congregation is singing Angelic hymns. Trying to keep her composure and hold it all together offering up prayers and blessings... She turns ar

It’s beginning to be that time of year, where the mornings are colder, the days are shorter and our soul’s need to be better cared for, as our bodies shiver with falling temperatures our desires for comfort reverently heat up. What is it about these colder months? Winter makes us appreciate the word cocoon. We long to be tangled in someone’s arms safe and sound; it is warmth like no other.  I miss those mornings of pillow talk hesitant to get out of bed, legs entwined, eyes still closed, a little small talk or other action that is needed to get you up to face the brisk day ahead. Now that’s a heat we all can appreciate…LOL The winter makes you long for lazy cloudy days where lounging on a couch is the only activity you want to tackle, with remote in one hand and the other… well tucked somewhere on that someone that is laying there with you even if it means he is watching football and you are seriously napping.  While a pot of something is intently cooking on the stove or someth

You know how a song can get stuck in your brain? No matter how many times you sing it or listen to it... it just seems to linger? Well you got it! I have Laura Branigan ringing loud and clear in mine this morning! " I need a hero   I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon  And he's gotta be larger than life" I guess it is not a bad song to have stuck in your head...it's better than Yellow Submarine! Right?  I am not surprised at how this song has lingered... I randomly made a joke the other day stating "I need a Hero" and apparently the music God's decided to have some fun with my sense of sarcasm. It has though made me stop and think. Do I really need a hero? Is that what I am looking for? Holding out f