A Scorpio, I am

Sign of Water/Sexuality

& Emotion

Myers/Briggs personality test resulted INFJ (A)

 (Introvert, Intuition, Feeling, Judging)

A mediator.

100% accurate!

Only 1.5% of the world population is this personality;

the other 98.5% has trouble relating to INFJ.

As any true introvert,

I can handle noise/crowds for exactly 1 hour

before the need to retreat takes over

to the quiet or filling with music somewhere.

Oddly enough, I am drawn to customer service.

I know these things:

I love who I am.

I love emotion.

I am vulnerable.

I care deeply.

I love.

And I love deeply.

I will wait it out for return.

I long to be loved.

My children are my world.

Nature is my solace, my constant, my peace.

I hear each bird's tweet,

adore shapes in the clouds, share the moon with everyone I know,

smile at the song of my wind chimes,

wonder at the growth of a flower,

drive to chase sunsets, enjoy a great storm,

relax fully when the ocean is outside my door.

My favorite word is dance.

Representing how I strive to live…

to a beat that allows my body, my soul to dance in rhythm

A Scorpio, never really lets go, or forgets

#DancingwithTerri2010

My heart is full ... I long to share it

I wish it were possible ... for me to be yours

The moon, full tomorrow

imagine it my heart ... a reach to be yours

#DancingwithTerri2012

 EUREKA!

Cruising Eureka Springs in Murano - top down!

Spectacular foliage graced streets of town

Autumn's dance, like no other

Tourists & residents danced together

Joyful, hometown-feel treasure

Where the springs run deep

In Ozark mountain pleasure

Bikers too, filled streets and taverns

Cruising by, they danced like feathers

Soulful cruising heals the wounds

Peace pours forth in passion found

Eureka Springs, you fill a space

That longing knows is saved for great

Dancing and cruising with introvert measure

#DancingwithTerri2007

A ship in the faraway distance

Swaying in stormy dark outside

The ocean rumbling in

Whispers music, amplified

I pretend a Captain on-board

Searching delight of life

A female companion

To play part of wife

Stormy sensation takes over me

Scanning the distance of sea…

So much harrowed water

Between the Captain and me

My eyes do not defect the ship

The world of pretend…

Allows bringing it close to me

#DancingwithTerri2014

All I Need Today

Everything I need today is right here

Words line up in my head on spreadsheet

Even outside is perfect with gray thick

Street lights stay on over slickened street

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing life in both joy and defeat

Today, all here

Everything I need for contentment to meet

It seems hard for others to understand

What it is I do in a day to mend

People are good and I enjoy the rapport

But it is my journal that’s my best friend

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing relations, I love words to send

Today, all here

Everything I need for the world not to bend

Everything I need today is right here

Emotions swirling my heart swells in glory

Putting these feelings into words on paper

Give my life interesting love story

Expression, is everything to me

Balancing excavation of golden quarry

Today, all here

Everything I need for intrigue in story

#DancingwithTerri2021

Haiku (5-7-5) 

Unbound

~dance~

Iced trees, snowy ground

White clouds, dark sky, lake setting

Black and white profound

~dance~

Wings spread, flying free

searching for identity

that which keeps you free

~dance~

Double the palm’s grace

Double the sky’s passion; Peace. . .

on glass top ocean

~dance~

Moon in the harvest

Silhouette wings spread in flight

Autumn’s night beauty

~dance~

Chameleon state.

blending into surroundings

no one will find me

~dance~

Peeking. . . clothed in mask

not sure if world is ready,

for all that I am

~dance~

Crystal reflection

glass-like water filled of sky

looking up. . . or down?

~dance~

Chiseled rock awaits

kiss of blue sky and white clouds;

barren tree watches

~dance~

Sedona magic:

Skies of blue, cotton-swab clouds

Red rock, barren trees

~dance~

Tail of a dragon

lifts to sun’s apricot shine

Morning comes in peace

~dance~

Energy for flight

sweetness of your taste all hers

beautiful flower

~dance~

#DancingwithTerri2011

The dance already there

slow ... sweet ...

visible to only you and i

our touch

only in voice

and through eyes

a force so strong

knowing

where we belong

my heart

connected to yours

without a single touch

i struggle

to find words

that captures our dance

then i realize

the beauty

of no words at all

there's a circle of space

that holds

just you and i

magical

that i feel your touch

with no touch at all, when we're dancing

~dance~

Deep inside is the girl

Mirrored back in age

Glistening eyes once young

Remembering overflowing love

. . . wiser now, knows unsweet truth

~dance~

Your breath whispered unborn words

Turning my chastity darkness

Into delicious sweet silence

Smokey moon-dipped dreams

Wrapped silent love

~dance~

Flowers in meadows

Green calming oceans

Bathed rainbow dreams

Sweet lovers meeting

Allowed foretold eternity to bloom . . .

Souls unfold

~dance~

Aching memory etched inside heart forever

Happiness lingers strong through pain

Still hoping to love again

Heaven spins destiny

#DancingwithTerri2020

mornings during this stay-at-home mandate are pure pleasure

with coffee in hand and three days-worth of bed-head hair

i love the time with nature i now get to share

the time it takes to get from bed to work chair

stress-free, without a care

the glory of what all must be missing in a debonair

such plentitude without that of a millionaire

the morning’s a dance with affectionate flair

a book writing of self-aware

the joy of solitaire

Nature’s Dance

The joy

The awe

The peace

The beauty

The wonder

The solitude

The surprise

The fulfillment

The admiration

The contentment

Sight creating breathtaking moments

Sight creating feeling

Sight giving dance

#DancingwithTerri

#NatureDancingOverYears

Waking before the sun

       0 watching it make its way to life

                 the way every day should begin

Going from darkness to light

       an uplifting flight!

 ~dance~

 And then, the sun goes down

       Spectacular beauty of color forms

                 Sputter of geese in formation of V

Then everything darkens

       once more for sleep

 ~dance~

 Finally … @ 8:02 am I allow my eyes to open

       my body to awaken

I open the door right next to my bed

       heavenly outdoor space

Chilly air … morning sounds …

       the faraway train,

       brave birds in song,

       early weekend traffic movement

Wonderful!  to wake this way

       synchronize to the day

       bring it in slow

       then let it flow

 ~dance~

 And the sun slides down the horizon

       (shadows on the wall)

Pinks … oranges … create haze of amber

       (mystique … and then nostalgia)

Streaking through puffs of clouds

  (rushing senses – peace … loneliness … fulfillment … contentment …

       crave for love … enough)

Beauty at the crevice of light and dark

(past and present from mind and heart … sweet movie-like play)

As she lowers further, it feels the ebb of tide … the place betw low and high tide    (minutes/moments find surface from deep within)

Gone from sight, her light gives precious few more minutes of light

 (shadows rise high on the wall)

Then darkness takes over to claim the night

         (wonder and dance of candlelight shadows takes over … fuel and energy continue where the beauty of sunset left off …)

Mixture of light and dark concocts the sweetest of cocktails!

 ~dance~

 My Dream.

Clouds combatting clouds,

Lightening flashing electric charges,

Primordial storm of blazing desire,

EXPLOSION of ecstasy;

   . . . all a memory

 ~dance~

 Wind carries the snow

Blows it and twirls it

So fine when it touches ground

Blows till connecting to another

So that road spots between clean/snowy

From a second floor apartment

Truly beautiful to watch

Sky seems close where all blows

The look down becomes geographic

From this second floor flat

 ~dance~

 Sweet splendor of daisies

Patterned canvas o’er valley and hills

Spilling beauty angelic as lace

Blending wonderful to her life

 ~dance~

 BIG pink ball in sky!!

Photograph I try

Simply … no justice

Over the naked eye!!

 ~dance~

 ice begins to melt

slowly

a puddle of ring around the berg

~dance~

 Song of birds!!

Raccoon stealthy in the night!!

Spring!  Spring!  Spring!

 ~dance~

 What another moon!

Full and air so cold!

An oblong cloud hovers just below

A smiling sight

as I catch it through the blinds

Then outdoors I go

to see it full

Life revives!!  :)

 ~dance~

Tweeting birds when I opened the door!

Their sound exploded and gave me smile!

Warm today, they came out to play

Mid-winter bird sound loves the soul

 ~dance~

 up and down, up and down

my days, my life

daylight fading now

sky soon to be black

nightfall; midnight;

then day comes again

 ~dance~

 Like a spring day ... full sunshine

fills this house, heart and soul of mine

What there is to do even sparkles

as motivation and inspiration

replace the heaviness inside

 ~dance~

 Birds confused . . . reflected in their song;

scrambled; loud; nothing unison about it;

all singing out of tune.

Weather returning to winter . . . snow days coming our way;

cold; bluster; sky full of grey;

nothing pretty or comforting about it.

Flying crazy . . . disengaged;

one for all; no pattern; just fly; no understanding

how perceived spring falls back to winter's cold and blow

 ~dance~

 Sun tries desperately to make appearance

Squeezing through grey, but grey pushes back

Yet there is a shining/reflection off white of snow

Take me through this day; let it all ebb and flow

 ~dance~

 Twisting, turning . . . crimsons and scarlets
Upwards, downwards . . . winds carry the fallen
Dancing, prancing in their fate of glory
Beautiful here on this top down drive
Cattle roam . . . then the magical hills
Color bursting on flat and dome

Scarlet red, Crimson gold
Peach parfait, Tanning bronze
Pumpkin orange, Amber blast

Senses purring, all drama lost
Heart responds to thoughts forgot
Settles in what counts the most

Keep me here; this wondrous state
Where fog lifts; the dance is straight
Reality escapes; the soul is driven

Dancing tingles; pleasure delights
Swirling, twirling; kaleidoscope sights
Respectful honor what is gold to the soul
~dance~

 My Goddess intimacy

Flowers endowed with fragrance

Nature illuminated with animation

Spirit devouring mind

Creation . . .

 ~dance~

 Leaving life behind, I took a drive

Headed south for the Missou/Ark state line

Heaven answered; quickly responded

Left all troubles at the Nebraska/Iowa border

Groovin' and movin', let the music unwind

As Autumn scenery filled the road on all sides

Thinkin' no thoughts 'cept for the beauty surrounding

Passion filled spaces, long time empty

So grateful for the roads always kind to me

I fill up on peace and empty what's bugging

Beauty got more beautiful, the further south I drove

And when Sun came out, magic dispersed my every woe

Hillsides and hilltops alive with color

This magical season delivers vision, technicolor

Thank God for this season, vibrant in color

And the dancing in masses as they take their falling sever

 ~dance~

 October Life!

Beautiful!  The leaves falling

Colorful life!  A blanket they make

Top down driving!  They land inside

Kick in the ass!  This season enlivens

 ~dance~

  Stormy ... Night

Love when the house rocks n rolls
Light splices the night
Downpour rattles the windows
Wind chimes go horizontal
  ... all on the eve of Friday the 13th

the covered deck provides dryness
  ... watching with awe

storms inside ... portrayed outside ... worlds collide ... explode ... release

Love when the house still stands
Sunshine wins over the rain
Warmth pushes out the cold
Windchimes sing gently
  ... into the afternoon of Friday the 13th

the covered deck, a sanctuary
  ... sliding doors, transparent
inside to outside ... outside to in ... bubbles of brightness ... burst ... then implode

Santana Dancin' again ... Stormy <3

 ~dance~

 Sky thunders in anger

Or maybe just sweltering heat

Opening up, she dumps rain in torrents

Steady, fast pace

To rid this past week’s air

Of all her humidity

 ~dance~

 Chattering squirrels

Such music you make

In the orchestra that plays

Your sound so distinct

 ~dance~

MOON – as sliver - HUGE

Slice of tangerine BRIGHT!

 ~dance~

nice and slow ...
wonderful! when the morning can play out this way
birds gathering ...
joyful! how they chatter, grateful for this springtime weather
skies of gray ...
peeking sun! mirroring moods all found within me
nice and slow ...
the way to go! letting nature heal and following it's suggestion
~dance~

Dancing alone pierced soul desire

Jarring female shimmering fields

Where trees asleep lonely stirred

And birds childish sound suddenly yearned

 ~dance~

if only for just a moment

Moon, peeking through the blinds at me
    Smile, genuine in the inspiration you offer me
      Bringing me back to the track I must pace myself on
          Ensuring I complete this heavy workload extra

Moon, peeking through the blinds at me
    Smile, genuine in the memories of you I shared
  With persons I dared to look up at you and stare
          I'm sure on a beautiful moon-lit night, they remember too

            . . . if only for just a moment

      a moment someone thinks about me

~dance~

 Winter Returns

Darkness today
    as the sun loses her way
Tears from the sky
    nothing heavy, just steady daytime drip
Blowing of chimes
    comes late in the day
Happy I'm inside
    looking out, and safe
~dance~

The calendar's seasons

Make a full circle

When one is young

We pay it no attention

As the years go by

And time becomes shorter

We yearn to sit

And enjoy the wonder

 ~dance~

 The moon's hazy glaze

Two days after full

I love the spell you cast

On the world so cold

As alone as I am

I feel safe in your shine

My guardian of sorts

Waiting for the stars to align

 ~dance~

 August running out

       September flowing in

Favorite three months

       About to begin!

 ~dance~

 Overcast sky

       haze and glaze

Temps holding @ 70 degrees

       aahhhhhh September days!!

  ~dance~

Full circle of dark, darker than the night
Sliver lit up, bottom right
With imagination, see the smirking cat and the fiddle
Why does not the sliver ever light up from top to bottom
~dance~

 Always exhilaration to look up and see
Full shadow with only sliver of light
Even more so on the coldest of nights
Crisp and clear it warms with sight

 ~dance~

Dancing moon.....a beacon light

Shimmering translucent magic

Targeting delicious love in castle past

Enduring shadows of desire is found alive

 ~dance~

October's Moon = Joy

Delightful, not frightful

During this month of Halloween!

Last night, it sat on top of a steeple

For moments, rising in the east

No longer full, more than three quarter

Translucent pink to amber in the early rise

Humongous at the start it was

Rising behind the church of mine

The steeple shadowed

Claiming its very right

Exalting benediction ...

Causing one to kneel upon the glorious sight

 ~dance~

 Every October and November, I dance with the moon

As each night the temperature lowers

And brings death to what we rejoiced in the Spring

There is a sense of magic and great transformation

Unsure, what will still be alive the next day

The moon, in these months, seems much brighter

More vivid ... Clearer, than in any others

As if to prepare us

For the longer darkness of days in the winter...

Maybe, the beauty ahead lies in the darkness

As it did last night and will again

~dance~

Nature's Power 

The weather is finally turning
And sunshine is warming days
The birds are singing joyously
And Easter is on its way
Another season edging in
This one all about renew
I'm sad to go to bed alone
And wake up that way too

When I realize that at ANY GIVEN time
NO ONE knows where I am
It's strange to know that I'm THAT alone
So loneliness sets in too

I drove tonight to chase the sun
As it settled beyond the view
Tears were rolling furious
I couldn't stop them if I tried
Music I did turn up loud
To fill my analyzing mind
The power of reality
Sometimes rips my facade apart
So I let the tears roll their way
To pass through my blues

I turned my car around ...
The sun now gone from view
I drove right back the way I came
And startled at the view!!!
Goddess came to hold me tight
And help me get on through!!!
Across the hills of heartland scape
The moon began her rise
I had to stop my car
As my breath it took away
Ten times its normal size
Shadowed all in pink
As it sat for only seconds
On a horizoned hill far away

My eyes could not believe the magic
My heart swallowed it all in
I know now Goddess knows I'm here
She pushed me to this drive
She played a show of transformation
That "AWESOME" can't even describe

Spectacular; unimaginable to dream
More beautiful than I've ever seen
This ball that lights the night
Rises before my eyes
Times ten it's normal size!!
As if a shadow and in all pink!!
Amber it turns, lifting up off the hill
Then shrinking, it turns white
In fullness, perfect round
There's a face upon it too

I may not have that human love
The kind that wraps you up
Secures you in happiness
And knows where all you go

But I have the gift of Goddess
Her nature and Her show
It may not fill my hunger
For a man and gentle touch
But if fills me with a wonder
That a man could never touch
~dance~

 foggy

misty

slight drizzle of rain

cold has arrived

this November night

appearance of normal when I pull back the sheers

lights of the intersection bleary and stained

quiet

silent

seems almost strange

movement little

as if paralyzed

 ~dance~

One leaf at a time

Falling with grace

In three weeks of time

There will be a huge race

~dance~

temps so warm

the season snuck in

subtle changes

delight the heart

greens to amber

outside the widow

landscape beauty

shocks the sight

fresh cut lawn

showcasing leaves

splendor, peace

this season brings

 ~dance~

the perfect fall

weather amazing

setting suns

beauty astounding

fallen leaves

keep on dancing

daytime moons

cause for wondering

nighttime chills

blanket snuggling

full ambered trees

sight so breathtaking

pumpkin spice

delicious smelling

moons at night

huge in rising

the perfect fall

itself unravelling!

~dance~

Nighttime incredible

Daytime so bountiful

Over the hill this beautiful morn

Hot air balloon there! – just right there!

Sitting/posing for picture perfect

What a morning, wake-up delight!

Temps reaching 74

And as the sun began early descent

The degrees ticked away

The view from this vantage point

Gorgeous in blurring of colors

Becoming a fall haze

These days ~ this fall ~ this year

Lifting me up / bringing me back

Feeling in this glory of nature

Revives!  Invigorates!

Shredding and shedding

All that is no good

God, this year’s fall

Drenching my soul!!

 ~dance~

Birds confused . . . reflected in song;

scrambled; loud; nothing unison about it;

all singing out of tune.

Returning to winter . . . snow days coming our way;

cold; bluster; sky full of grey;

nothing pretty or comforting about it.

Flying crazy . . . disengaged;

one for all; just fly; no pattern; no understanding

how perceived spring falls back to winter's cold and blow

 ~dance~

September’s month

The quiet transition

From nature so full

To bare minimum

Subtle changes

Day to day

For those who look

Respect we pay

 ~dance~

a kaleidoscope!

upon this deck

watching out

through the morning hours

the sun up high

shines down through the trees

sun spots and shadows

everywhere!

slowly shifting

as the branches sway

birds flying by

shadows fly with them

the Kaleidoscope

of a September morn’!

 ~dance~

Sun tries desperately to make appearance

Squeezing through grey, but grey pushes back

Yet there is a shining/reflection off white of snow

Take me through this day; let it all ebb and flow

 ~dance~

Two More Fine September Morns...

09/07/11

September Cicadas … your song so sweet

Middle of this day, you serenade

Crescending … then descending

Your wild pitch at play

You comfort, on this lonely day 

09/08/11

Always,

A holiday weekend

Throws me a day behind!

This fine Thursday

Didn’t wanna get up

But the lure of the weather

And 65 degrees

Has me openin’ windows

To catch the breeze!

~dance~

Rain over the mountain tops

Darkness and light

Leaves float like the beginning

Of a new snowfall

Windmill blades turning

A patch of white puffs above

Outlined pinpoint by sun

Fields of corn wave in the breeze

Tops a blanket of gold wheat

A storm is a’ brewin’

All of nature responds

Horses with head down

A feeding frenzy takes place

Bushes bend over, taking a bow

As darker clouds push their way through

Branches crack in the thickness

Hillside dotted with cows

Thankful that the air cools

The hills roll, waiting in thirst

For this straight down rain burst

Up in the hills

It looks like a sheet

Downpour on Harry Byrd Highway

An opening from Heaven

Streams of rays like spotlights

Painting the range ahead

Steam rises from the river road

That only minutes ago baked

The tunnel covered with debris

The wind left behind

Land inclines then declines

Doe’s and their fawns

A turtle!! ~ crosses the road

Turning around, we see him again

Awesome!!

A storm of beauty

Tonight we saw!!

 ~dance~

 September gone ~ October Falls in

The gold is vibrant, but it is the crimson I search for

And when the auburn displays, my heart smiles too

It is this month that color fuses the land

Ensuring summer is gone with

The green will fade and harvest takes over

Everything from moon and sky to leaves and land

Shine with enhancement and brilliance

Preparing for winter's solace

Beauty before death; Restoration for survival

Like so many of nature's finest habitants

We feed on this magnificent abundance 

Storing it within our soul

If September brings welcome chill and vigor

October hands out beauty for thrill and fill

Every new day delightful to what we may find

Sparing us starvation in the months ahead

Fill me with October ... and it's Fall

Mother's Day 2021

#DancingwithTerri2015

As a mother, I am fulfilled past full.

Happiness, Joy & Pride, Gratitude & Blessings looks like this; a letter to my children:

December 31, 2015

My Joy: Danny, Shannon, Brendan, Shane

   Mary, Dennis

I sit next to my window where the warmth of sun meets the chill of December on this last day of 2015. Soon the sun will recess, leaving few hours to this year. The sun is always a welcome feel and sight to the days of winter. This morning’s rising was pink, big and gorgeous … my day began perfect! The last day of the year! I love beginning again … the magic, anticipation … like opening a brand new journal to its first blank page … or a new book that will take you on a journey … a new CD, album or playlist of music that transports you to another time or place or opens a vessel from heart to soul … the first few hours of a road trip … the simple task of waking to a brand new day. Anticipation and beginnings … are very necessary … and good!

Happiness, Joy & Pride … so much of this all of you have brought! Gratitude & Blessings, you have bestowed! As I continue to know the blessing of enrichment through each of you, I continue to experience the saturation of pride. It is in watching each of you live life to its fullest that I have remembered what a gift that is. Last new year, I was grateful beyond words … this new year, I am joyful beyond words.

The accomplishments and travels each of you has made are so different to your each unique self … very much worth celebrating. So I celebrate. I celebrate you. And I stand tall with pride as I cherish each of you for the uniqueness of you – I wish each of you the world of possibility for this 2016 year, and the love to carry you wherever your heart desires on any given day or days of the 365 days you desire to get there.

I love you, seems not enough. But I do love you. You all remain my sunshine during day and my moonshine through darkness.

Find passion in all that matters,

Mom

XO I LOVE YOU OX

Everything has rhythm

       Everything dances  …

                ~Maya Angelou

Coming Alive . . . A Dance With Art

#DanceswithTerri2010

(This was a real dance over 3-4 months of time towards the end of 2010; he was the one to celebrate my 50th birthday with me; he treated me queenly and we literally danced ... and danced ... and people stopped to watch. I'm not sure I've ever felt more energized. 

But in the end this introvert couldn't maintain)

xoxoxoxoxo

Adoration, a girl’s fascination

A kiosk, in a mall

I saw you coming; I saw you watching

I knew you‘d be back

Two days later, you asked me out

A date, wow!

The last:  26 years before

Not kidding; I was beside myself

You took me to a sweet little bistro

And then . . . we exploded in dance!!

With no one, have I danced like that

Inhibitions . . . there were none on that dance floor

We fit; we moved; we wowed the crowd

We sweat; we drank; we danced to the sound

Our rhythm met every song

In two months of time . . . you showed me energy

Such I have never seen

You brought me life

And we cruised the scene

Tonight, I stared at the dress

I know you would have been knocked out

And I, like a sponge, would have soaked it up

I let you down; and I let me down too

Together, we would have rocked

We would have wowed them again

We would have . . .

Thank you Art Calhoun

For the dance …

No one has ever been so good to me

In many ways, we were an awesome match

You gave me breath

As in my fairytale

You made me a Princess

Treated me as a Queen

How many times did you call me Beautiful?

I believed it . . . I knew

Sexy, even better than beauty

Incredible how sensual you made me feel

The woman inside of me . . . flowed free

In two months of time

I saw Omaha

A million ways I have never seen

A hundred places, I have never been

Your infatuation . . . shone in my dreams

I envisioned places we would go

Road trips . . . lined up in a row

Your “hometown” . . .

California was my dream as a little girl

Las Vegas, Nashville, New Orleans and Mardi Gras

Oceans and beaches … shell searching sunsets

Music in every city

Dancing on every street

In some different time

We may have had a real chance

I M H … you will be

You are my Prince for the way you treated me!

Enchanting, Enlivening, Engaging

You are . . . you were

Thank you, Art Calhoun

For a very, very special dance

~ XO~

 xoxoxoxoxo

#DancingwithTerri2021

Saturday, Feb. 27

It is sunny this morning

52 degress

at 8:53;

Many birds

singing their favorite songs;

A far away

dog bark or two;

Only silence other than that;

Just two days of

February left;

It is March

we all long

The transition into spring

Valentine’s Day! 

#DancesWithTerri2014

Friday night … closure to a long week

She sits alone with puppy by her side

TV turned off, Spotify playing on her phone

R&B tonight, she grooves her tunes

Her plan, to read long into the night

A book found, she loves to keep pages turning

But words, others, keep entering her head

She picks up pen and finding paper, her heart smiles

Writing to her … her inborn passion

With quickening heart at thought of her favorite day

14 days away, once February is here

She remembers so many wonderful years

Her growing children, year after year

Creativity sparked … boxes, bags, flowers and hearts

Paper, crayons, glue, and glitter

Stencils, scissors, stickers,  and love hard to match

Mahoney State Park and cool temperatures

Sitting here now, her smile reaches her soul

Remembering … hoping …

They can feel that flutter

Share this day with that someone they love

Remember that NOTHING is more valuable …

Than sharing one’s heart

And that … homemade … is the truest glitter

XO I LOVE YOU OX

Love, the ultimate human longing and fulfillment

In haiku after haiku, 5-7-5

love communicates ... wordless - soundless - voiceless - mum ... understanding stills

love is a free fall ... experience of cherish ... live only to fall

she sits with herself ... understanding truth of love ... it comes in own time

love is like a storm ... gales and gust hurricane form ... a dance of samba

love tickles love heals ... love fuels life love gives laughter ... all are capable

love captivates sense ... love spreads with touch, words, passion ... love feeds off of love

love is ravishing ... enchanting and entrancing ... a yearning fervor

love, a crystal price ... all facets of diamond stuff ... including sparkle

love strengthens what is ... turns positive, enlightens ... love enhances all

entity of life ... love, the buoy the anchor ... essence to our souls

love reverberates ... echoes and resounds with roar ... explore the thunder

dancing together ... this I dream at daylights end ... then I will be free

love creates better ... love allows freedom to be ... gift of purity

so true are these words: ... "it is better to have loved ... than to never have loved at all" (yeah, 3 syllables over)

#valentinesday2016 #dancingwithterri2016  #love #haiku #poetry #VoicesOfTheHeart #danceswithterri #valentinesday 

Christmas 2010 ... To my children

Maya Angelou is a wise woman (“wisdom that was earned”) and has an extraordinary way with words.  What I love about her is she finds meaning in most every experience of her days.  And she can put it into words with “passion and fire.”  She has already lived a long life; seen the extreme good and extreme ugly in both persons and situations; and has a heart capable of forgiveness in not only what others may have caused and done, but of her own behaviors that may have been unconventional.  I admire and respect this woman and her gift of words, and the life she has lived.  I hope you will read her essays in this book entitled, Letter To My Daughter.  As stated on the front cover, this book does not speak only to “daughters” ... there are lessons learned for all of us.  Her words are so gentle, yet powerfully inspiring.

In my own heart, I know that there are things I have done that many find unconventional.  Things, others find I “should have” done a different way, or in their minds, done the “wrong” way.  At 50 years old, I have learned to appreciate the beauty of forgiveness ... and that it starts with forgiving yourself.  The last four years of my life, I lived in a way that has brought financial struggle to my life.  And since it is in “my” life, it is also brought into yours.  Yes, I would do a couple things differently, if I could go back four years.  We know, that is not possible.  So, I have become stronger and determined to regain stability.  But in doing so, this Christmas will not be as the ones we have been accustomed too.  This Santa is so sorry for that because it has always been my great joy to find and splurge on Christmas morning stocking stuffers.  There are so many changes in a lifetime.  I have been so fortunate to have resilient children.  I love each of you so much and this past year each of you has given me so much to be proud of.  It is my happiness to watch each of you develop and grow in your unique ways ... to find your own pathways ... to dance to what you yourself hears ... the greatest triumph and truth in life is to live to the music within your own hearts ... there are no “should’s” in life ... there is only this:  “When I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everyone knows I’m here.”  You each do this, very well.

You are my Christmas joy.  My life’s happiness.

XO I LOVE YOU OX

#DancingwithTerri Through the years

    Let me always be as the moon . . . 

The moon – it’s high beam tonight

Bright in its fullness –

Magnificent in light

No way is it unnoticed –

How in darkness there is sight

 ~dance~

 I wonder –

In the miles that separate us

If you see this splendor

       The moon in full delight

And remember a time,

       When we shared this mystery of sigh

Can you feel –

       Just what it was in our marvel

The synchronicity in phases –

       Like so much of life

 ~dance~

 I walk by;

It’s size catches my eye

I stop;

Turn to stare; magnetic is it’s grace

I stay;

Fallen with its light

The moon;

Round and full,

A beauty

Respondent to my life

This moment –

This moon – a peaceful

       Transition to deepness of night

~dance~

 Moon still high in the sky

Though sun comes up on the other side

Transparent, showing wispy veins

Such a wonder and beauty in a day

So round, so huge, so much …..

A place of hope to begin the day

 ~dance~

 Harvest moon

       so low in sky

Usually this time of night

       high and white

Astonishing grace

       more sensual than the look of lace

Drawing me always

       so magnetic your face

You take me away

       whatever my current strife

And give back

       the wonder and beauty to life

 ~dance~

Night luminescence

Bounty of world aglow

Full and perfect round

She gleams on all below

 ~dance~

Shadows are cast

Silence, a pleasing lull

God’s gift to this night

Eyes agape for the show

 What another moon!

Full and air so cold!

An oblong cloud hovers just below

A smiling sight

as I catch it through the blinds

Then outdoors I go

to see it full

Life revives!!  

~dance~

Delightful, not frightful

During this month of Halloween!

Last night, it sat on top of a steeple

For moments, rising in the east

No longer full, more than three quarter

Translucent pink to amber in the early rise

Humongous at the start it was

Rising behind the church of mine

The steeple shadowed

Claiming its very right

Exalting benediction ...

Causing one to kneel upon the glorious sight

 ~dance~

Half the moon
peeking thru
my half-moon window
Love walking by
to find it staring at me
Also, a star
so bright
winks
each time by
Caught up
in my own little world
this sight
refreshes me
There's so much more
possible
outside
these walls I live inside
Picking up
the phone, I
remember
you won't answer
That's too bad
because there
is a sight to see!
Half a moon,
a winking star,
dancing with me
~dance~

FIND MORE MOON POETRY**************************

xoxoxoxoxo

In the moment we are born we're drawn to form a union with others ...

an abiding drive to connect ...

to love ...

to belong." 

~ Revenge, episode airing 02/10/13 ~

xoxoxoxoxo

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,

while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

~ Lao Tzu ~

xoxoxoxoxo

Memories are postcards from the heart

They tell of the many roads we have traveled

And the people we have loved along the way

~Unknown~

Some postcards from along the way

In song: "Something in the way he moves ...

attracts me like no other lover ...”



A silly grin spreads across my lips

no one here to witness it

as I catch myself drifting back

to hours before

it's almost trance-like

re-living moments

where all is so right

"standalone" is the word to describe it

Not strange at all to me

that I hear the sound of your voice

in the words displayed on my phone

that I hear your laugh in the sound of my own

that I see your smile provocative as mine

that I feel your heart in the words that I see

It doesn't matter the days or weeks that pass

for stronger than my heart

in a place deeper than we know

lies a comfort and content

of knowing where I belong

In the moments where you're present

I thrive beyond my means

foaking up the minutes we share

fnd smiling more than in one year

positive my strength endures

on all that I can feel

I grasp for the words to explain

the completeness that comes over me

in such short moments of time

on the other end of a line

As long as I live,

 I will search for the way

to express and to write

and to paint it crystal clear

xoxoxoxoxo

Once, you thought the writing great
As the words flowed from my heart straight
You impressed me and caged my heart
Almost right from the very start
Not far behind, I felt you go blind
And I most certainly did not mind
There was laughter and getting to know
There was conversation from our very soul
I caught you staring while standing above
As our eyes would meet, I felt the sweetness of love
I sought you out when I knew you were there
It was magic and our hearts thumped with care
Our interest caught us both surprised
Our lives were already super-sized
You instantaneously bettered mine
I complicated yours already entwined
One of us stepped back to analyze
Bringing tears to the other's eyes
Falling in love was simple and easy
With a man like you full of security
So I look in the mirror and ask if I am wrong
To love someone who I cannot belong
The shock for me is what I see
My eyes . . . the most beautiful green I have ever seen
Green equals true and I'm in love with you
That's why, I continue to write to you
Hoping that one day you will read
And remember the planted, perfect seed

xoxoxoxoxo

Like ocean's waves
your love
High tide, you cover fully
Low tide, takes you away
In between the tides,
hidden

smooth

transparent
  and calm

I stay on the beach
  to wait

Waiting
I long to feel the outreach of high tide
The times you flow toward me,
  liquid

xoxoxoxoxo

Sometimes you surprise me

And my heart swells in the know

From flowers hidden in my closet

To the poems you elegantly show

xoxoxoxoxo

My ocean so deep

The place I continually long to be

Wanting to be submersed in her depths

The mysteries, she holds

Her truths, there for the finding

Her storms, her calms

The peace she unveils

And gives so willing

The only place in the world that stills me

Then he entered ~ found me at my ocean

His words, his looks, his lifetime stories

Intrigued me and submersed me into HIS depth

The mysteries, he holds

His truths, there for the finding

His storms, his calms

The peace he unveils

And gives so willing

He shows me another place ~ human ~ that seems to be stilling me

xoxoxoxoxo

Laughing With You

Laughing with you . . .

Its heart-shaped and pure

Naïve and childlike

Glorious and stunning

Exquisite and splendid

It ravishes complete

Laughing with you . . .

Puts giggles in my heart

Allows smiles to attack

Consummates happiness

Makes the world rightly balance

It is the way it is meant

xoxoxoxoxo

Shredded Love

So many photos taken . . . where do they go when the subjects are through

It seems strange to hide them, put them away

Out of sight

Make the other disappear

Such a simple task

Of erasure

Yet they still exist . . . the photos

Somewhere

Photos displayed . . . or not,

When does the mind fade them

Make the memories disappear

Shred the evidence that love ever lived here

Photos . . . Memories

. . . some cannot be justified

And it’s a battle with the mind

Worse . . . a deep scar to the heart

Out of sight . . . disappear damn you!

xoxoxoxoxo

It is true, I am a woman of many, many moods

Just like an extravaganza of international foods

If my man could learn to accept and enjoy

The thrill of my ride like a newly bought toy

He would find that life is not meant to be

Always an island of still-aired palm trees

Yes, it is wonderful that he be consistently calm

With that, I have not a single qualm

In fact, because of our difference, the way I see it

We were brought together for the perfect fit

Together . . .  we balance within the world

He with dominant logic ...  I with emotional swirls

We have it all . . . nothing is left out

So Baby, learn to love my occasional pout

The “balance” you think I do not have within

Is actually my way of playing the violin

I love the dance I have chosen to dance

For me, it’s very much a romantic trance

Baby, love me the way that I am

I know, at times, it’s like loving the rose stem

But look how beautiful the flower

And how beautiful we shine in our together power

If not for the thorns of our rose stem

We couldn’t appreciate outside of mayhem

I fit with you, in every way

You with me, like a midsummer day

So roll with me in my moods

And I will learn to include

The joy of your logistics of simplistic

And whole living of optimistic

xoxoxoxoxo

What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are,

but how you deal with incompatibility ~Leo Tolstoy

xoxoxoxoxo

You feel the oasis

I’ve sought through my desert

I thirst for belonging

A place for my heart

You seem the stars

On a cloud-filled night

I’ve searched the heavens

For answers to prayers

You seem the fit

When your arms wrap me up

My body responds, in peace

I’m safe, I’m secure

You feel the silkiness

Of the ocean at calm

The place on this earth

That I call home

xoxoxoxoxo

Such tragic and deep emotional losses this year

a year from hell, much of it

also the year that covid sent us all home to work

I copy/pasted my 2020 online journal into here

I have left it the way it is written

photos were not transferred 

I have not written a whole lot of poetry/thoughts since this year

New year …. New day … welcome 2020!

46 degrees, sun shining bright, diamonds sparkling on the lake.

Birds having their fill, spectacular view, peace at its greatest take.

Redefining myself … will be the goal this year.

Body reshaping, a healthy mouth, living with no fear.

My terms, my dreams, my creative inspiration.

Determining the future … preparing for insulation.

2019 brought some stark realizations.

2020 will seek time and adaptation.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

Mid-afternoon on this first day of the year, there is no sun;

 just a blanket of clouds.

Wind moves from gentle and kind to gusts of playful deployment.

Leaves we have left to their will swirl and twirl to a new destination.

The rustling and movement scrapes along the pavement.

I crawl back inside and enjoy the passing of moments.

#aDanceWithTerri2020

January 2 

A poem I found at the end of 2019. It fascinates me. So, I’m bringin’ it with me into 2020.

"Remember" by Joy Harjo*

Remember the sky that you were born under,
  know each of the star's stories.
  Remember the moon, know who she is.
  Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the
  strongest point of time. Remember sundown
  and the giving away to night.
  Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
  to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
  her life, and her mother's, and hers.
  Remember your father. He is your life, also.
  Remember the earth whose skin you are:
  red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
  brown earth, we are earth.
  Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
  tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
  listen to them. They are alive poems.
  Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
  origin of this universe.
  Remember you are all people and all people
  are you.
  Remember you are this universe and this
  universe is you.
  Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
  Remember language comes from this.
  Remember the dance language is, that life is.
  Remember.

*from She Had Some Horses"

Nothing better than Friday’s! The third day of the new year. Just a reminder to myself:  

January 8

Where do birds go at night? Once in a while this question pops in my head. I wonder at it as I sit early morning with birds flying everywhere and singing or mumbling while taking turns at the feeders on the deck. I delight at the pure number of cardinals consumed in this Bella Vista yard! At least 10-15 PAIR! No one believes me … and I remember the surprise when just ONE would appear at a feeder in Omaha. Now, I am worried when one fails to appear on any given morning or evening feeding. It is beautiful. Their patience in waiting “in line” for a spot on the feeder …. how the male will wait on the railing, taking guard watch duty, while his mate fuels her belly … and other pairs will line up also. It is a fantastic sight that sends “I am being watched over” emotion over my body. It’s a comfort really. I do find a magnificence in it. A love.

Other birds that appear from out of the trees and wait in the lineup or insert their hungry bodies onto a perch or a suet feeder in this lovely Bella Vista home.

The bluebird (photo) and the silly little red bellied woodpeckers that hang any way necessary from the suet feeders to peck on the variety of suets we have placed at any given time ... 4 separate bricks in two different feeders. Such loveliness. Such joy to watch.

 Though an eagle is rare to see on our actual property, they do fly by and occupy the woods of our lands in the city. This photo taken by a Bella Vistan whose photography hobby graces FB pages in Bella Vista.

Photography down here is gifted with the thrills of nature and the knowing that at any moment some force of nature will appear and offer a great shot as well as a quiet moment of reflection and gift.

As one would logically assume, I guess, the answer to the question “where do birds go at night,” is found as …. Many bird species choose cavities or niches to roost in at night, which prevents predators from having easy access to them. These same cavities also provide shelter from poor weather and may include bird roost boxes or empty birdhouses. Snags, dense thickets, and tree canopies are other common roosting spots.

But this answer barely soothes the wonderment of the question. Maybe because I have never seen with my eyes any bird quietly asleep or resting in some crevice or canopy of tree! Do you know how many birds are out there?? How many you see in just one day … how and where do each of these flying creatures find a crevice to roost in during the darkness of night? And the swan, where does she go for protection and 8 hours of darkness? The geese that fill the waterways during daylight, WHERE the hell does each one find a sleeping place?

I’ll always wonder, I guess. 

TGIF – January 10 … already the second Friday of the year.

The last several weeks, I have not seen my “Bill.” In fact, the small-penned area where Bill resided has been empty. I have even slowed down several times to look back into the meadow towards the beautiful farmhouse and barn inquisitively and hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To no avail. But today …. there is a sleek and slender new “Bill” … all black. What happened to Bill??? Of course, the most likely answer is he is now feed for the persons who live in that cutsie little farmhouse.

Last June, I wrote about Bill ….

(June 20, 2019)

This is Bill. At least that’s my name for him. He’s my north star … now that my Baby has crossed the rainbow bridge. He’s there all four times I drive by each weekday, and every time I may drive by every non-weekday! I talk to him four times a day too. In the mornings I shout, “Mornin’ Bill!” Close to 11:30 a.m., I shout “Hey Big Bill!” Around 12:15 p.m., I lovingly yell, “Damn, Bill!” And each evening, I brake to a slow roll, lower the window full and sing, “Ain’t no mountain high enough,” and then screech, “See ya’ in the morning big boy!”

One day, he may “moo” back.

#LoveBill #MyNorthStar #AlwaysThere #IwantAcow #BellaVista #Drivin’’Round #Cruisin’BellaVista #HeyY’all #DancingWithTerri #Terri’sDances

Miss you Bill!!

January 20 – Martin Luther King, Jr. Day – Day after Danny’s 32nd Birthday 😊

Another found writing from last Spring – 2019 – just another day where only a ride along some Ozark roads can lift a soul.

I like to think that there is no place on earth where in a 12-minute morning drive to work that one can experience the sparkle and serenity of the natural habitat:

Windy, curvy roads where sunshine and shadow play an endless game of hide n seek; turtle crosses the road - I stop to move him to the side he is headed; mama cows with so cute young calves, tails a swingin’ in delight of the cooler morn’; bird song and flying antics fill interval moments; Bill, my friend, always there, whom I roll down the window and call out a cheery, “good morning you handsome man, you!”; sheep grazing next to the Wilson church and country cemetery; the cutest damn ground hog inches from the road sitting up in salute fashion as if to wish me the best of day – not kidding, I believe he is there each morning and night for me only; in the thickness of roadside foliage, a deer slowly emerges as if a lookout for the three behind her clearing the way to cross to the other side; and on the last curve a little white church – New Home Church – awaits on a hilltop inviting even those who do not believe … to come home.

January 26 (a write-up on the Creighton Pink Out game)

From go.creighton.com More Than Words                 

The Pink Out that Creighton does has become the envy of many other schools nationwide, and is something that Greg McDermott brought to Omaha after starting it while at Iowa State when his wife, Theresa, was diagnosed with breast cancer.
McDermott was honored with the NABC's Coaches vs. Cancer Champions Award at the 2018 Final Four, a testament to his work in the community and with the program's annual Pink Out game.

Pink Out Auction Raises $31,803.18 This Year
Creighton raised $31,803.18 for this Sunday's "Creighton vs. Cancer Pink Out" Pink Out game vs. Xavier. Below are the final numbers for each jersey/item in the auction this year:
#0      $1725

#1      $585  

#4      $7100
#5      $7000  

#10    $1100  

#11    $7350 <<<<<<<
#12    $600    

#13    $3000    

#20    $751.55
#21    $910    

#23    $860    

#24    $2800
#34    $826.66    

#41    $710    

#43    $460
Ball 1: $355  Ball 2: $355  Ball 3: $355   Ball 4: 365 Ball 5: $375

McDermott's Shoes:  $350    McDermott's Tie: $259.97

Creighton has raised 266,714.18 since the start of the 2011-12 season during its annual men's basketball Pink Out.

Pink Out Details

  When Creighton faces Xavier on Sunday, January 26th (3 p.m. tip-off) - Bluejay players will wear pink shooting shirts and pink jerseys for the game and fans have the opportunity to honor a friend or family member who has battled cancer or is currently battling cancer by purchasing the apparel via auction (the shooting shirt can be personalized – last name, nickname, etc.).

    The first 16,000 fans entering the venue will receive a complimentary pink t-shirt courtesy of Methodist Health Systems & CHI Health.

    "Pink Out" t-shirts are also available for purchase at Custom Sportswear locations. Complimentary "Pink Out" posters will be available to fans exiting the venue after the game.

    Over the past nine years, the annual Creighton University Men's Basketball Pink Out game has raised $266,714.88 benefitting the Hope Lodge facility here in Omaha and the guests it serves.

    All funds raised go to benefit Hope Lodge Omaha, which provides a free home away from home for cancer patients and their caregivers who must travel to Omaha to receive their lifesaving treatment. More than just a roof over their heads, it's a nurturing community that helps patients access the care they need.

    On January 29, 2020 Hope Lodge Nebraska will mark the two-year anniversary of opening its doors.  Hope Lodge Nebraska provides a free home away from home for cancer patients and their caregivers who must travel to receive their lifesaving treatment.  More than just a roof over their heads, it's a nurturing community that helps patients access the care they need.

    Since opening its doors in January 2018, Hope Lodge Nebraska has served over 2,600 patients and caregivers from 27 different states, provided nearly 18,000 nights of lodging and has saved those families nearly $3 million dollars.

    Creighton & Xavier To The Wire

Since both teams officially joined the BIG EAST in the summer of 2013, 12 of the 16 meetings (including the BIG EAST Tournament) between Creighton and Xavier have been decided by eight points or less, with two games going to overtime.

    Since the league reconfigured prior to the start of the 2013-14 season, only Butler vs. Seton Hall (13) has had also had 12 or more meetings decided by eight points or less.

    Creighton is 3-2 this season in games decided by eight points or less.

January 28 (Teeny Tuesday)

Tuesdays are slow ~ teeny. Far enough past the weekend to dim its brightness. Yet, the passing time since allows for weekend events to “develop” through the heart and mind. What a celebratory weekend it was! 

It was a celebration of Dan and the pancreatic cancer he was fighting. I don’t know that I told Shane enough, how proud I was of him organizing the O’Byrne clan to come together for this Pink Out Creighton game. He worked hard and had us ALL set up for two days together. A Saturday night dinner, after party, brunch on Sunday and game … housing the out of towners. He did marvelous and it was such important time together, to come together. I know Dan was so touched. Shane, thank you.

AND THEN COVID TOOK OVER …

Covid-19 2020 Day One From Home 03/24                                                                                                                                                                                           Still arrived late – haha … this unique experience of working from home has great advantages, other than waking, rolling over, no teeth brushing, and walking 100 feet to the new office setup! It has the windows out unto the natural world, on the lake. Today, there is stark contrast between the barren of winter and the new growth of green and color in bud! Overnight growth is the joy of the morn! There is melody of happy songs in the air as bird pairs prepare a nest for their next generation. Busyness of our delightful feathered friends stirring the pot, waking up the day and performing the morning dance is motivation enough.

And at the end of this fab work from home day, a thought:

“We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up or fight like hell.”

– Lance Armstrong

Covid-19 2020 Day Three From Home 03/26

Yesterday was good. It scares me the amount of time dad spends in his office room. All 8 hours I sat here working. I’m scared. How do I help him?

Covid-19 2020 Day Four From Home 03/27

Little sun this morning

Gray fills the sky

Yet birds got it going right

Their song still filling and light

#aDanceWithTerri2020 

Day 4 begins and Friday it is ~ Coronavirus spreading with the wind ~ Case numbers higher ~ Death toll climbing ~ All I know working from home ~ Social distancing, now an everyday word ~

I think I’ll run to Lowes now for the first plantings of the year … maybe I’ll pick up some new seed too! 

Hands in dirt … Awwwweeeee … feels good. Love. Love. Love. It’s a start – mostly greenery – flowers to come second week of April. Lookin’ good out there though.

Covid-19 2020 Day Five From Home 03/30

Day 5 at home seems less stressful … calm. Sun tried to make an appearance early this morning but has completely disappeared this late afternoon. The home routine was made for me! I hope we never go back! 

 (photo of Sir John)

How cute is this cutie?! Sir John, the son of Danny and Mary.

I hope they are doing OK – I’m not sure a trip to Pittsburgh this year is in the picture any longer. Oh those green eyes are so kitty-like. Beautiful! 

I was hoping to find some inspiring writer words today; but when I sit down at this “work computer” they seem to escape me. So, gonna call Shane to make sure he is taking care of himself and finding some outdoor time from his apartment.

I did take a jaunt into the office to clean up a little and check the mail. I also had requests to mail stuff, so addressed envelopes and ran to post office. Funny, the world seems asleep. Traffic could not be better!

Love to the quiet world out there; 4:30 p.m., signing off for the day. Muah!

Covid-19 2020 Day Six From Home and FINALLY the last day of March: 03/31

On facebook today I watched the most beautiful turtle underwater. I had to share the beauty I watched … and wrote a poem to send out to the world:

Over and over and over I watched
Beauty and serenity began its launch
The world within the ocean deep
Seems undaunted by the craze we weep
💓🐢🥰😍 #aDanceWithTerri2020

The world quiets in quarantine

Thoughts become conversation

Nature, TV

Contact through screen or voice

Loved ones must stay away

Reflection – Redirection

#aDanceWithTerri2020

coronavirus and spring

all around us

death and new life

cause a shush

sigh of disparity

sigh of wonderness

opposite worlds collide

let the heart guide

#aDanceWithTerri2020

Spring decorum

Sight and sound

Agility with gentility

My heart does pound!

#aDanceWithTerri2020

Diamonds on water

Blinding the eye

Morning riches

Added to reserve

Abundant gems

Pearl of soul

Wealth and fortune

Money cannot buy

#aDanceWithTerri2020

vernal season

budding and flowering

each day prime

green peeks - pinks crown

lavender varnishes

and skirts around

#aDanceWithTerri2020

You write for self-exploration.
You write to tap into collective energy.
You write to melt barriers.
You write for clarity.
You write to soften into the present moment.
You write to tap into the subconscious.
You write to bring forth the images already existing in the body.
You write to expand the imagination.
You write to enhance your intuition.
You write to harness sensuality.
You write as a means of exercising your creative fire which will in turn bring that same fire into all other creative endeavors including creating new paths, doorways, dreams, relationships and harmony.
You write to connect with the everything.
You write to feel full and whole once that connection takes hold through the arms and pen,

streaming both outward and inward onto a warm bubble of illuminating flow.
by Victoria Erickson

Covid-19 2020 Day Seven From Home 04/01

Let my heart sing in this beauty of spring

Take my being to the place of ringing

Let my world zing with the dance of swing

Making this fling a long-lasting cling

#aDanceWithTerri2020

 (best photo ever! remember when Charmin made color TP - will the photo here should be a roll of PINK Charmin)

Oh .... Look what treasure I found under the bathroom sink this morning!! A 💌 love note left by my mom!! 💓💌💓

Thanks for the extra heart beats and smile during this TP pandemic Mom!! I miss you every day ... and I treasure the messages left by you that I find every so often. Today, my heart is full.

~My FB post this morning above~

It was a moment indeed, to find this pink TP … the moments we are given in complete unexpectation are voices of time in connection with our daily movements and they never lose their wonderment, surprise and awe.

 Covid-19 2020 Day Eight From Home 04/02

We write to heal.
We write to move forward.
We write to understand.
We write to stay present. ~ Victoria Erickson

And I would add:

We write to preserve.

Just talked to Shane. He sounds good … the last couple times, he seemed a little awestruck at what the world is going through … so I said as much … and he laughed a little and told me that when he had his head inside his dryer sanitizing it a few days ago, he decided that it was time to chill. So funny!! And he’s been good ever since! LOL He’s making good use of his time: running, eating right (which takes up a lot of time he says … writing down what works and what doesn’t and preparation), going to Meatball once a day (the owner is feeding his employees!! – all employees can stop by after noon every day for a take-out lunch/dinner which he prepares! WOW), reading (of course history – currently, a book on US History written by a historian who has collected writings from different area of history and put into a book, which as Shane says, is so much more a realistic view of history … he loves it), and school work (“all locked in and focused”). We talked of people taking up new hobbies through this pandemic and when I asked what his “hobby” might be … he suggested, writing. OH YES – DO IT SHANE-O!! It was comforting to hear his voice. Especially the positive vibes. I Love you!!!!!

Covid-19 2020 Day Nine From Home 04/03

Friday … the work week almost complete.

Still … is the day; cold and rain

Not a movement outside

Not a person in sight

Do the houses hold residents?

What activity might they

be in?

Coronavirus sucks up what it can

Yet there is perseverance