Every two-weeks, a post about life lessons learned while walking the road less traveled. There is never trash in our car. Or maybe it was just having learned early on how much of life was messy and beyond my control. But the inside of my car? The other day, .

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy. On December 7, 2016. Faces melt beneath their beards. On December 6, 2016. Of the flaws in himself. It will not be molded. It must find its form.

Pics of Places and Things. It is light, frothy and fragrant, like drinking a cloud suffused with flowers.

About fantastical places and other stuff. My animals and other family. Beyond the Realm of Night. She waits as shadows fall. Pointing Telescopes Shannon Noel Brady. Three drops from a cauldron.

Guide to Awakening Your Inner Self. Begin Your Creative Journey Today. Look closely for the creepy white lights in the picture. Creepy passageway under Boldt Castle located in the Thousand Islands. Creepy graffiti and gum wall in Seattle, WA.

Random musings of a thoroughly lived life. The strangest thing started happening as I was walking through the neighborhood a couple of days ago. I tried to ignore it, but it just kept fluttering around the edge of my consciousness. It got worse yesterday, but again I pushed it aside. 8220;Go for it, Mom! 8221; she encouraged. Was there ever a day more full of promise than the first day of school? All those shin.

Updates, events, hints, odd thoughts and an occasional poem. Many Faces of the Magdalene. Blog from the Back of the Bike. St Brighid of the Wells. I first heard about it at the Austin International Poetry Festival. Turned out to be great fun. She told us about an on-line postcard poetry festival in August, so when I got home I googled and discovered Paul E. To return to the post.