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My Mom

Today is my Mother’s birthday, she would have been Eighty years old today had she not passed on November 14, 2011.

Image of my Mother

Mom used to say, “I’m just a dumb old country girl.”  This is something I had also heard said by my Grandmother, I ‘m assuming she learned it from her and repeated it as a truth like so many children do growing up.  I never agreed with that remark, and it would pain me to no end to hear it, but, I would never dare contradict her about it.  No matter what she said about herself, to those who knew her, she was much, much more.

She was a devoted wife to my Stepfather for well over fifty years, and a caring Mother who raised four good sons who went on to be come successful engineers and artists.      It’s not easy to raise four boys, especially us, but she did it, making sure we were well fed, educated, protected, and given a good start in life.  We were always her first consideration, putting herself second, if not third or fourth in priority.  She suffered the loss of one of my brothers to an HIV infection, when he became sick, it was my Mother who selflessly cared for him.  She later became a Grandmother, and my brother Benjie’s kids gave her much joy and amusement as they grew into the bright children they are today.

Mom was a Depression baby who grew up in rural West Virginia during WWII.  Life back then was not easy, she worked on her family’s farm just as soon as she was old enough, and her early education consisted of a one room schoolhouse.  Despite the rough conditions of her childhood, she graduated High School and even had a year of college before marrying my Father and having me.  Before that, her choice of a career and life path was to be an artist, and art teacher.  My Father didn’t provide much in the way of financial support, so it was all up to her to keep things going.  She finally decided to take a drastic step and divorce him, not a big deal these days, but in the Fifties, it was almost scandalous!  As daring as divorce was, my Mother was willing to take the steps necessary to protect me, and improve our living conditions, something she could not do by staying married to my Father.

To be honest, I don’t remember my Father all that much, at best I can only recollect a few things, he was gone by the time I was three.  But, I do remember my Mom carrying me to my Grandmother’s in the mornings before she went to work.  It would still be dark outside when we left those mornings, and grandma’s house was at least a mile further up the dirt road we lived on, she carried me every step of the way.  I remember one morning in particular, it was bitter cold, I was bundled up, and in her arms, I could see over her shoulder the snow-covered road behind us, and hear the frozen mud crunching under her feet.  Back then I was too young to understand the sacrifices my Mother made to care for me.  As far as the distance was up the road to my Grandmother’s house, it was three or four times as long back down to the “hard road,” for her to catch the bus in to town to work.  We lived in a two room shack that she had purchased with her own money, there was no running water, and, the “bathroom” was an outhouse out back.  I guess you could say things were “minimal” as far as creature comforts go, but, she had made a home out of it, she was determined to have a better life for the two of us.  My Mom worked hard all her life to make sure I was ok, and these are only two examples, there are many, many, more, for all she has done I am truly grateful.

Sometime later she remarried, and we moved away from the two room shack and lived with my  Stepfather, it was the beginning of a new chapter in her life.  Soon I had one new brother, Benjie, then a little later, Chris, and then the last, Jeff.  My Mother gave them all the same attention, made  sacrifices, same as she had for me, her children were the heart of her life.  She was a full-time Mom, when we were young there was no such thing as working outside the home, we were the job!

When we were older and all in school, she did go back to work, first as a part-time cook at our local elementary school, then later, working as a teacher’s aide.  She even resumed her painting and art, something she had not done since the Fifties.  That didn’t mean she had given up her role as our Mother, she still fussed over us, worried, gave advice, and did whatever she could, whenever she could to help us be successful.

My Mother grew up in a time when there was little expression of love, or joy, it was there, just not expressed.  Openly saying, or expressing love was just not done, and this was her way.  For years I never heard her say she loved me, toward the end of her life, she had an easier time saying it, and our weekly phone calls always ended in an “I love you.”  Looking back, I have come to realize that with every act, every sacrifice, she was saying “I love you,” I was just too deaf to hear it.

I love you too Mom, happy birthday.

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Mattie’s Eyes

tulip bloom

Mattie’s eyes are of the deepest brown, they see.

Mattie’s eyes see.

The single drop of morning dew on a flower’s petal.

Mattie’s eyes see.

The glowing colors of a rainbow under cloudy skies.

Mattie’s eyes see.

Jewels on the beach cast up by a generous sea.

Mattie’s eyes see.

The full Moon set against a starry night’s sky.

Mattie’s eyes see.

The the fiery colors of the evening sunset.

Mattie’s eyes see.

The field of freshly mown hay, the mountain, the waterfall, the babbling brook.

Mattie’s eyes see.

All the beautiful and wondrous gifts of nature.

Mattie’s eyes are of the deepest brown, they see, her finger moves, the shutter and aperture obey her command. Frame by frame, we see the world as seen through Mattie’s eyes.

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Goodbye 2011

In a few hours 2011 will be over.  I’ve had some mixed feelings about it, in a lot of ways it has been a rough year.  I have had two of my 2010 wedding clients lose their Mothers to cancer, both died too young, a friend lost his brother, and in the same month endured the devastation of a hurricane, adding to that, my own Mother passed away.  Our country has been through some hard times, the bad economy, literally every country in the world hates us, or at the very minimum does not respect us, and our leaders are so wrapped up in their own selfish desires they have forgotten that they are the trustees of our nation.

You might say I should damn this year to hell, but, I can’t.  In many instances of these “bad things,” I have had my friends and adopted family come to my aid and support in my time of need, for that I am so grateful.  In Law Of Attraction we say that knowing what you don’t want helps you to know what you do want, so you ask for the improvement, this year it has come in abundance!  With the asking comes the ways for the improvement, and expansion that is the way of the Universe.  So, I did the asking, and the ways came, and because of that, 2012 will be so much better, and so, for this past year I am grateful.

Some say December 21, 2012 will be the end of our world, that so many calendars end, I do not think it will be “the end,” but a new beginning for our world if we will only allow it.  They say that alcoholics and drug addicts need to “turn a corner,” or, “hit bottom” before getting help.  I think we are at that point as a society world wide, we need to ask for the help, to visualize, and ask for the improvement.  To ask, for example, not that our enemies are defeated, but that there is understanding, so they are no longer our enemies and there is peace so that all may prosper.  That is only one example, and just a suggestion, I’m sure you can think of more, just keep in mind, that in the asking, ask for only positive things based on love.  It may be hard at first to love an enemy, or someone you hate, and it may seem impossible, but move from it, bit by bit.  The hate, distrust, greed, all the negative things must stop if we are to survive as the human race. (HU the human element)  The best way to stop doing something is to start doing something else, so love, trust, and be generous with others.

What are you grateful for?  What is your asking for improvement in 2012?  And with the asking, are you ready to receive your desires?


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Come With Me

Come with me.

To our place by the cozy fire.

Let us make our plans, to escape Winter’s chill, travel to a far off land.

We will walk ancient pathways, the busy market, the sunny shore.

Come with me.

To our big brass bed.

By candlelight let us love till the hour grows late.

With you wrapped in my arms we fall asleep to the dulcet song of Spring’s gentle rain.

Come with me.

To the highland meadow in Summer where wildflowers bloom and cool breezes blow.

We will spread our blanket on the soft grass by the old oak tree.

Touch for touch we tease, kiss and play, our love witnessed only by the birds in the trees.

Come with me.

To the mountains cloaked in the fiery colors of Autumn.

We ride the winding roads, the engine sings, our wheels scatter the fallen leaves as we pass.

Your arms are wrapped around my waist, a gentle squeeze assures me of your trust and love.

Come with me.

To the cozy fire.

To our bed.

To the highland meadow.

To the winding road.

Come with me, be my love.

Not just for now, but for our endless seasons to come.

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A Summer’s Day

bride and groom dancing

We gathered on a midsummer’s day, friends, family,  joyous all.

The time had come, pledge for pledge, our promise of two lives as one.

Celebrating, we danced under evening’s magenta sky, we danced

till the stars came to bid us farewell and goodnight.

Today was our gateway, we now walk the path hand in hand.


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I Can Wait

peach rose at sunrise
Peach Rose At Sunrise

I can wait.

Till we meet for the first time.

For that first time we touch and feel the spark.

I can wait.

For our first time alone.

For that first tender kiss.

I can wait.

To feel the softness of you in my arms.

For the first time you whisper my name as you yield to my kisses.

I can wait.

To wake that first dawn and find the tousled ringlets of your hair on my chest.

For that first night I sit and watch as you sleep in our bed.

I can wait.

I can wait, for I know these first times come in due time to fulfill love’s promise.

Yes, I can wait.

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Don’t Hit That Squirrel!


Squirrel in Piedmont Park
I’m a little dodgy!


We have all had this happen, we’re out for a drive in the car, next thing you know, a squirrel runs out into our path!  We’re surprised, the squirrel was definitely not expecting it, so the dance begins.  You know these moves, you swerve to the right, the squirrel dodges right, turn to the left, there he  is again!  It’s like the squirrel is reading your mind!  And in the brief moments as this is happening, you are thinking, “don’t hit the squirrel!  don’t hit the squirrel!”

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A Red Rose

Moonbeams shine in and caress my love.

Soft skin, pale as milk, glistens in the faint light.

Past dew covered hills I view a landscape of gentle beauty.

Her eyes are shut to all in the world but this moment.

Long raven locks dance on shoulders, cascading waves of perfume over me.

The sweet scent of gardenia and jasmine fill the air.

Fingers entwined, each for the other, eternity is not long enough for this.

Lips press mine and linger, hesitant to part.

Eyes meet in the moment of bliss, speaking the unspoken.


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2010 Wedding Giveaway

Suite at Turner Field
Photo Courtesy the 755 Club

Some of you might know this suite box view of Turner Field in Atlanta, some may wish you did.  So what is it doing on my personal blog?

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Dried Indian Corn
Typical Thanksgiving Image

Thanksgiving is here, the kickoff of the holiday season and shopping madness.  I wonder how many of us stop and take a moment to be truly grateful for the wonderful things we have in our lives on this “special” day.