It is in dreaming the greatest dreams
seeking the highest goals
that we build the brightest tomorrows’
Tomorrows are only today’s
waiting to happen.
Today, I’m trying to get myself back into writing on my blog.
It’s been a difficult start in 2020. I wish I could reboot the year.
I plan on being more consistent. I don’t know what direction I will journey.
I do know I will showcase more writing and fewer challenges.
Everyone, please stay safe during this COVID 19 time.
We’re all fighting the battle together.
This is a post from 2014 to get me back on track.
Ironically, it’s befitting for our lives now.
I gift myself with the power to LOVE myself.
My LOVE will provide for me a life without restrictions or judgments.
LOVE, you show me the path I must travel.
You are my direct route to my destiny.
Today, everyone will be touched by my HEART.
I want the LOVE in me to be the light that brings LOVE to you.
FLY on the WINGS of ANGEL
YOU DID NOT WAKE UP
TODAY TO BE MEDIOCRE
I enjoy posting these Sunday Songs for you to enjoy. I discover new artists as I research what song I’ll be adding next. If you have a favorite song or artist you love, please leave the url in the comments and I’ll be sure to pop over and have a listen. Thanks … Isadora
If someone tells you a certain
song is important to them,
You should close your eyes,
turn up the volume
and really listen.
By the end of the song,
you will know that person much better.
Marc Anthony – Flor Palia
**** Flor Palida – Faded/Pale Flower
Bright sunflowers had greeted Nadia each time she’d visited her baba Oksana.
As a small child, she’d watched her grandmother cook traditional Russian meals while recounting tales of her journey to the new land she’d eventually call home.
She’d traveled on a crowded boat with few belongings. The small amount of sunflower seeds she’d brought to eat were almost gone by the time she’d arrived.
Oksana decided to plant the leftover sunflower seeds in remembrance of her home; left behind.
Imprinted in Nadia’s heart, memories of her baba Oksana’s smile and love of sunflowers.
Nadia planted sunflowers at her grave.
Word Count:100 words
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz
To join Rochelle and her
Friday Fictioneers challenge:
*****The dictionary terms and basic forms for grandfather and grandmother in Russian are dedushka and babushka. They’re often shortened for children to ded (grandfather) or baba (grandmother).
Your books left behind as a reminder of your passion; reading.
And, I spent time building something that could not be built.
You showed me I’d counted on the illusion of my heart.
Yes, perhaps, it’s time to say goodbye my love.
These words you dared not want to hear.
For our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand.
For it would fall upon itself because we tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed.
It’s hard to distinguish whether the world we live in is a reality or delusion.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge
Love one another, but make not a bond of Love;
let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soul.©Kahil Gibran
Forgiveness does not change the past,
but it does enlarge the future.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
To melt and be like a running brook.
One that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart.
And, give thanks for another day of loving.