A new day

This simple motel parking lot view of Lake Superior is the very first picture of my new life. It isn’t fancy or as breathtaking as some pictures, but this one view held all the promise and hope of a better path forward. And it has become the photo that I think of as my initial step. Getting here. Well, I am here and I am loving it!

Nothing is ever easy and my little tribe here has had some major ups and downs, but we are climbing our way up and have no intention of taking any steps backward. We’ve let the negative go back where it came from and now we go forward.

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Islands of Grey

She opens her eyes and all is grey.

Hard grey concrete.

No sun

No light.

Bars blocking all reach.

How did this happen?

How did she end up on this island of grey?

She had it all.

Where did it go?

Does anyone remember her, care about her?

Does anyone still love her?

Simple letters, words on a page, remind her we are still here.

Do the others have that?

Does anyone care about them?

Do they get those simple words, simple letters?

There comes a point when life off the grey island feels like a made up fantasy.

Kids, mothers, fathers, friends, jobs, dreams, ambitions.

Fantasy.

But there was a time when it was all real.

Could it ever be real again?

Islands of grey make those fantasies concrete.

Concrete in need, in fear, in desperation.

Concrete in a mind that fights against the island.

Fights to hold the fantasies, the past, the future.

These islands of grey are islands of despair,

Holding the weight of all wrongs down on each woman

Until she can no longer breath under the weight.

Wild birds locked in a cage.

These wild birds crave their freedom, the wind beneath their wings,

The smiles of their love, their children, their mothers and fathers,

Brothers and sisters, friends.

She opens her eyes and all is grey.

Hard grey concrete.

No sun

No light.

Bars blocking all reach.

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Blue Gems

Unfiltered, unedited things that happen early on in the coffee pot. Because of this blog thing now you’re victim to it, as well!

Through the window shines the morning sun

Promising warmth and wild freedom

If only we will get out there and chase it

Throw on some shoes and fly out the door

Stopped in my tracks as if a brick wall materialized in front of me

The sun was a tease

Sharp intake of breath as the cold grabs me tight

Slams me to a stop and reminds me even the sun lies

Wild freedom shall wait

The promise of warmth was broken and I mourn

I mourn the broken trust

And rejoice in the one unwavering friend

Who has never lied or broken a promise

Who will never let me down

Coffee in my favorite Sasquatch cup

If you’re wondering what the ‘blue gems’ refers to you’ll love this. My 6 year old lined up 3 bottles of dish soap in the sunny window and it was just pretty with the sun shining through it. Nope. No purpose. Just pretty. Welcome to my life.

Coffee up and have a blessed day!

Discovering this thing called marketing…

Wow. I have officially made a Twitter account. Something I have avoided doing since it’s inception. Have gained a few followers in a few short hours. Maybe this will go smoothly after all! Here’s hoping! If you happen to be interested … @AmyAmymay466. Bear with me, I am new to all this!

Made the author page at Amazon, this blog, twitter, fb personal page…no not up for youtubing. You’ll just have to read my rambles! That is kind of the point of writing, is it not?

Now if only there was as much writing involved in this whole indie authoring business!

Have a blessed day!