She's gone. :-(

To go find her people and make a life for herself... 

and to take broadway by storm!

I like:

• When I can feel the temperature change when I step from the night, into a warm room.
• When my truck chugs a little going up a hill.
• When the sun touches bare skin.
• When my brother makes music with me.
• When there is always a different face at the kitchen table.
• When true love finds itself.

And can I just make a little confession?  I am pretty much in love with

them.

A Room With A View

We went to different countries and switched foreheads.

Let's take Vows of Silence together in the Shire, and let Finches fly around in our hearts as we bike to see some Farmers in the Jewish Fields of Tumblweedtown with the Lepers from the Salvation Army Colony. And and we musn't forget the lemons that lie by the side of the road.  They play a part, too.

Papa

He's still got it in him. Daddy, you put a smile on my heart.

Homecoming

I suppose something wise should be said.
But I don't want to say much at all.
I'm happy just to hammer a few nails,
then sit in the sun, and watch flowers grow
and enjoy every moment as is speeds by me
like a horse spooked by a mouse.

Cause if there is one thing I've learned
these last seven months, it's that time
is a sprinting Thoroughbred.

Mes Cheres Grandparents ont Connu.

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”  (Kahlil Gibran)

For whilst I am Canadienne...

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