from write alm
november 15
in my cup ...
from write alm
november 14
life is fragile ...
my heart knows this.
yet, my mind, it keeps trying to pretend otherwise.
pretending i am instead invincible.
what life has thrown at me is not in fact what it is.
i need to admit the truth in that mind of mine.
before it is too late.
from write alm
11/13/13
on my table ...
a wooden table which sits in my dining room ~
with a blue-checkered table runner that flows the length of the wooden table
with a fall arrangement in the middle
a vase of pussy willows given to me by my bestest friend a few years ago
2 dried ears of corn full of browns and reds and yellows
some fall potpourri scattered
a clear candlestick holder with the stub of a white candle melted in it
with a box of dryer sheets waiting to be taken down to the laundry room in the basement
with a mail flyer of advertisment for jc penny
~ surprisingly clear of the usual detris on this day