There Are No Words, Just Beautiful Beyond Expression.

I have many skills.

Who else would i be?

He watched her from the lily pad, falling ever in love. He was invisible to her, his powers enveloping and protecting him from her, or her from him. He ached to touch her, to feel her, to make her want him the same he wanted her. He called her to his world, screaming. She looked toward the water, her hair blowing in the whistling wind.

Lady Snowblood (Toshiya Fujita, 1973)

Beautiful

Diego Gravinese The Duration of Promises Oil on canvas, 180 x 140 cms

My bucket list...

Thus far, I only have down a few. 1. Tell my husband I love him while we're on a mountain top. 2. Write a book 3. Witness a miracle. 4. Go on a ghost tour. 5. Have 2 children. 6. Ride an elephant. 7. Give back to my parents as much as they have given me. 8. Go skydiving. 9. Travel to New Zealand. 10. Build a church.

Red

The Nekromancer’s Daughter

Our love making was great tonight.

Mind over mind

Sometimes the part of my mind that says, “you’re not good enough,” is loud and unrelenting.  It says, “Who do you think you are that you think you can be who you are, do what you do, live the way you do,” so on, and so forth.  But I’ve learned to stand up to it and say, “You are not stronger than my happiness.”  Over and over I say this, sometimes the little voice quiets down in a few minutes, or sometimes it doesn’t, but it never puts me to sleep, because my happiness wins out.

A heady mixture

of a new kind of pleasure. It’s mixed with pain and sustained joy.

Sometimes

I think about such things as our willingness to breathe and keep on living when all is tragedy. But we are strong because we awoke in the morning because yesterday we did not die, and that is something to be joyous about.....sometimes.