Let it Rain

Lovemydad
Sideways These Days

The music of the morning rain

just beyond my window pain

massaging the land with repetitious splashes of moisture.

Varying degrees of timbre and pitch

a choral cacophony

Fitting that nature should join my hearts phrase

Memories echo of long ago days

How many gallons have poured from the sky?

Can you pay that water bill? Neither can I…

Picking up pieces just tears of my heart

placing them down again,

oh where do I start?…

What’s about this paradigm of a need to say goodbye

Why?

he never did,

why should I?

it used to have us complain “you never say good-bye”

 

#neitherwilli #guessitstuck  #noneed #stayawhile #ohmemorykeepmewarm

#lifeissidewaysthesedays #missyoudad

I’m glad it rained on this anniversary of your passing. #breathe

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Calm Seas

The air is more crisp after a rain.

…colors and scents sublime.

seasons of time; not so much reason…

take our breath away

Seas the moment!! *splash*

 

…well in between the storm(s)

Saturday sunrise @thebeach

A warm “Hello” to my wordpress friends; thankful for 3D friends, too. xo

~wings

What the Heart thinks

Thought I’d share what I just read.  Something to ponder.

“Some survivors try to think their way through grief. That doesn’t work. (whew!) Grief is a releasing process, a discovery process, a healing process. We cannot release or discover or heal by the use of our minds alone. The brain must follow the heart at a respectful distance. It is our hearts that ache when a loved one dies. It is our emotions that are most drastically affected (double whew!). Certainly the mind suffers, the mind recalls, the mind may plot and plan and wish (and wish & wish) yet it is the heart that will blaze the trail through the thicket of grief.” *

Thankful for the heart, in its broken state, loved and held close by Him.  Psalm 34:18

“A time to Grieve” by Carol Staudeacher.

“LIKE IN FOREST, WITH TWO R’S”

I am fortunate to have had a dad that through his ups and downs, he chose to stake his hope in the true vine, Jesus Christ as his life line. I took this picture at my nephew’s wedding last year. My niece took it upon herself to add the angel bit. While I think scriptures says we’re a little lower than angels, I like the entertaining thought that he now has wings. Love you dad. Miss you much.

ARBITRIUM

10246479_1106132872733064_6896965220988190399_nHe was closer than a Brother, and I have some great Brothers, believe you me. I am dedicating this post in an effort demonstrate the desire and motivation to seek God’s will for ones life, first. Forrest knew that the Father was in hot pursuit, early on in his life, and turned his life over to Jesus Christ for his Salvation and Lordship, and lived that way, into his 91st year.

I will admit I am grieving along with his family and friends. Two R’s as I have been known to call my Brother in Christ Forrest, rather frequently, has left a void in many lives, after his departure to Glory Land, including mine.

As I sit in my easy chair pondering how Two R’s has impacted my journey over the last, almost 10 years, I begin to visualize Two R’s appearance,  the Love shared when he spoke with the…

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