I Am Dreaming, Blog of the Year 2012

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This is who nominated me just now for this fine award.

This is what this blog is all about

stick person

treading up grassy hill

first drafts under arm

face sweaty

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wee hours calling

waking before alarm

time to write

by Mary Ann Blinkhorn

What else can I say about me?  I started out with a passion for songwriting that led to words.  Though a late bloomer, I find myself writing every day.  I hope to post my new prose and poetry here regularly along with doodles and bits of photography.  In addition to this–I have become an aspiring screenwriter and I’m putting hundreds of hours into achieving this goal.

Thank-you so much for this award.

Please my friends. I could not leave this page empty without giving thanks to the one who nominated me. None of you have to comment on this. You have all commented to me before.

I Am Not Believing This, I Was Nominated for the Blog of the Year Award,2012

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Jo over at the address I just gave you has nominated me for this fantastic award. It is an honor now just like it was the first time. I am so moved, I feel faint. I have never felt so loved as I do by all of you bloggers.

Please go visit Camsgranny if you have never been there. She is full of spunk and life. She is witty and smart. She and I connected because her family member has Parkinson’s Disease just like my brother Al.

There is nothing more I can say about this award. I am speechless.

Thank you so much Jo for what you have given to me tonight!

Daily Prompt; In Loving Memory/ The Daily Post

The Lady in Red

Her children were reading the obituary through teary eyes. Reading it once, twice and three times. It was the night before the funeral. The viewings had been tiring. Many visitors and family members stopped in to pay their respects. Hugs and tears, plus many stories were shared among everyone the past two days.

The day of the funeral came. Her three children were sitting in the front seat. Mom would be so proud if she could see all three of her children sitting side by side. Sharing tears and hands. Her close friends sat next to the children, comforting them in their time of grief.

Her one friend stood up and spoke about Terry. She told of how many years they had been friends. How they helped each other out in good times and bad. They spent many hours on the phone with each other chatting the time a way. She told about a story where Terry was scared to death by the horse that ran in the middle of the night.

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Another friend from Illinois came to the funeral also. She had not been friends  long enough to get to meet Terry’s  children so she stepped up to introduce herself; while on her way to the pulpit. She spoke about how she and her own mama shared many moments together while each of their own family members shared an illness. Tears in the crowd were flowing after this friend sat down.

Her three children were the last to stand. Together they held hands, and they told about wonderful memories their mom had left them. Times when they made Christmas cookies and threw icing in each others hair.  Times when we went to the state park and had cook outs and went hiking. The big Christmas pile of gifts all for them. Mom was always letting us have parties and sleep overs. Mom was always trying to build memories for us kids, and now we know why.

When the kids went back and sat down, the minister stood up to the pulpit and said some kind words. He took the obituary pamphlet and read it aloud to everyone.

Terry J. Shepherd

Born April 21,1954

Died December 10, 2012


Mr. and Mrs. Miller, both deceased

One half-sister, where abouts unknown

One brother, living age 56

Terry was a kind lady who thought of others often before her own needs. She had been called by God to care for the ill and elderly. She worked with geriatrics, mentally challenged and dementia patients.

She cared for her father while he was ill, and after his passing she   continued the family care by watching over her brother who is now living in a facility. Terry took it very hard when she had to place him. I believe this is what took her life. A broken heart. The loss of her parents, her children moving in their own direction, and the placement of her brother was just too much for her heart to handle.

Terry also owned her own business for some time. She re-finished antique furniture. She also had a great passion for writing and had her first book written and was in the process of being published. I believe she had started on her second book at the time of her death.

She loved antiques and costume jewelry, Christmas trees. She studied black history and was involved deeply with the release of slaves.

We will always remember Terry for what she gave. She had little but she gave much. May we all say a prayer, that she is now smiling and sitting joyously beside Jesus.

We shall miss you Terry

FWF Free Wrote Friday; Inspired by Waiting Bridges

waiting bridgeThe sun was shining through the trees. Casting shadows that shimmered  through the leaves. The wooden plank delivered two souls in to one.

Standing at the far end, looking, shading eyes not missing any movement. She was waiting for the one who could fulfill every desire bubbling within her.

This is where the two had met at an earlier time. Each walking deep in thought. Looking into each others eyes as they passed. His brown eyes brought a spark to surface. Her blue eyes, were deeper than any blue waters he had ever seen.

Walking past each other, slowing down, stealing a glance back at each other. A pause in step; stillness all around, as their eyes locked on to each other. Neither daring to move, for fear the magic of the moment may disappear.

Slowly turning around, softly stepping towards each other. They come close enough to touch, but the only movement was the heart beats locking on to one another. “Hi, my name is Sean”. “Hi, my name is Autumn”. ” Do you walk this way often”? “Yes, every morning, but today is different. I had things that kept me a way until now”. “This is my lucky day then”.

He is so handsome, she thought. She is more beautiful than any summer day, he thought. Eyes looking into eyes, hands slowly reaching to each others cheek. Fingers caressing lips. The two drew close until they could feel the breath of the other. He tilted her chin up and brushed her red pouty lips. She returned his kiss by slowly opening her mouth.

” I have dreamed of you. You came to me last night. Your lips touched mine as you have just touched my lips. I am a virgin, and I have been waiting for my prince to come swoop me up into his arms and love me for the rest of my life” she softly spoke.

He bent into her ear, softly leading his tongue, outlining the edges. He bit ever so softly on her lobe, sending shivers racing down her spine. He stood back up and locked eyes with hers. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the grasses that wrapped themselves around the bridge.

He laid her down and she watched as he unbuttoned each of his pearly white buttons. She drank in the ripples of his muscles as he unlatched his belt and undid the silver buttons that protected his manhood.

He leaned over her and turned her neck to one side, and with hot breaths he kissed her neck. He knelt down and let his warm hands slide under her petticoat, sliding it down,exposing her garden to him.

He kissed her inner thighs with passion, moving himself closer to the offering he was about to receive. Within moments the two became one. The birds flew above the trees. The sky became bluer. The sun shone brighter.

Explosions of fireworks colored the forest. The flowing waters  beneath the bridge became calm. The breathing slowed. The dream became reality. Now as she stood at the end of the long bridge, shading her eyes, missing no movement, she waited for her prince to come to her rescue once again.


Blog of the Year, 2012, Oh My!

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http://seriouslyrebecca.wordpress.com; has nominated me for the Blog of The Year, 2012.

I think I will have to sit down for this one; literally step a way, as tears are coming to my eyes. I can not believe I have been nominated so many times. Do you, my friends have any idea how I feel right now? You make me feel so special and loved.  My heart is exploding from the caring friends I have made on WordPress.

Rebecca, I just want to say a big thank-you for this wonderful award!

If you have not visited Rebecca’s blog page, now is the time. She is wonderfully upbeat. Here is a segment of her information.

Rebecca Dawn, I am 34 I live in a small northern city in Canada.
I’m outrageous, dramatic, impulsive, unique. I love to write and needed the creative freedom to do so, which is why i started blogging over five years ago. I write about anything and everything.
I would like to see harmony serenity peace and love in the world. One Heart One Love, its a song that should inspire us all.
Spirituality is the most important of my life, it has help me with uncertainty and overcome obstacles that come my way.
I love to laugh, i have a great sense of humor. I find pleasure in the littlest things. however my biggest pet peeve is disorganization! it must be my OCD lol!

blog of the yearThere were no rules to follow for this. Although if memory serves me, you are to tell several things about yourself; that others may find interesting.

You are also to nominate others; so they may reap the rewards of this outstanding award.

I have nothing new to say. I think all of you know more about me than I do myself.

I can say this:

I am taking Al to lunch today and to a store to buy a hot wheels car or two.

I am going to cause stink to spread in the facility, if his brand new shirt does not reappear today.

For Christmas baking in my spot in the world, I am baking sugar cookies, decorated in shapes of bells, reindeer, santas, trees. They hopefully will look so good, you will not be able to resist even one!

I am making fudge, peppermint bark, banana bread, among other edibles.

For nominations I would love for these friends to accept and acknowledge this award.

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