Bluebirds and Birch trees

You know those days, when you suddenly feel like you want to redo everything in either your life or in how you live.  When the clothes in your closet don't seem quite right, or just need to be something entirely different for just a day.  Or you just aren't feeling the colors around your room anymore, and you want to completely redo it all?  Yeah.                 It's one of those days.

 On one jacket I own, is a pattern of various stars. Some of them large, others small. While it might not be the warmest or even the prettiest, it's special to me because of those small stars.  I don't know when exactly stars started being so special to me. Maybe it was on one of those days when I realized that compared to somewhere I'd once been, the sky I see outside my window now holds so few.  Was it the day I saw the moon. Or the night the light came streaming through my window, bathing my bed in clean moonlight. The day I saw the full moon with clarity in its pale fullness. Or the night when the pale light eased my fears.  I do not know exactly when the night sky came to be so important to me.  All that I know is, I would not trade it. Not for the glow of the city nor spotlight.  Nothing manmade can yet compare to the serenity of that comforting moonlight as it spills through my bedroom window.

I'm scared. I'm scared of the blank page. Staring back at me. I'm scared of the words that could cease to be. I'm scared. I'm scared of the open book. Of that first look. I'm scared of the open page. Staring openly back at me. I'm scared...                                     ... but why should I be? I see; the open page, and brand new opportunities. I see; the unwritten word, and breathing seas. I see, and entire new world; open, and staring back at me. But why am I afraid? I'm not. Are you? No. Why? Because, I have no reason to be. I do not fear the open page, the piece so blank and unscathed. I do not fear the words, should they come near. I do not fear. Do you hear me? I do not fear. No open page, or shallow book, no rippling river, no babbling brook. I fear no blank page, then what is it, that you fear? Nothing. That's the point. Don't you get it? I have no fear. I fear no page that has no wri

Grab the keys, and get in the car. We're going drivin' don't you worry, it's not far. We're gonna sing till the sun comes up, hit the green light, fill 'er on up. Get the gas and turn the key 'cause my friend, we're gonna get Slushies. Mango, pineapple, and strawberry too. I'll order Fanta, and grab a Malt too. We're gettin' slushies, and just before ten. So don't you worry my friend, we'll be back home 'fore then. I got mine, and you got yours. Drive on safe now and watch the road, our Slushies in hand and we're headin' on home. But don't you worry my friend, 'cause we'll be back before ten. An Ode to 10 o'clock Slushies©Mae Fort

Dapper and sonder, Whither and wander, Here or there, and still further ne'er. Words that please the mind, and sounds that roll from tongue. Sound so beautiful and blissful, I cannot fathom mine. Tell me your favorite word, and I shall tell you mine, so long as I am not left breathless, in the wake, of your mind. Word of the Day: A Poem©Mae Fort

Oh me, oh my, is anyone still awake? The hum of life and cricket crows, Of hummingbirds and daffodils, and lilac flower grows. Of times of tot and tittle tee, of laughing days, just you and me. Oh me, oh my, is anyone still awake? I sit here and wonder, just where I would dare to wander. Where I would choose to grow, if not for one and simple crow. Oh me, oh my, is anyone awake? Where the world goes, and where the world blows, let the simple shining truth, come out once more, out from under this old roof. Oh me, oh my, is anyone awake? There's a story and a thing yet to be told, and once again I'm not certain where it goes. I just move along with the words, to go wherever it is that they may flow. Oh me, oh my, isn't this a sight? My heart yearns for things unseen, and deep within the valley lay, a silver bay, and sunset gleam. Oh me, oh my, is anyone still awake? Come sit a

 There are fewer things more enjoyable than biting into a homemade cookie. Made to the right amount of crispy chewiness. The chocolate chips scattered throughout it. The richness of the butter making it wonderfully smooth. Paired with a good cup of tea, I can think of few things more that to me, bring joy to my morning touch of breakfast treat. Christmas's Savory Sweet  Where do they come from?  Where did they go?  The cookies are made,  The doughs are rolled.  Made of every type and call,  The brilliant delights.  A kind for all.  So many treats and so many sweets,  To all of us this kindly thrall.  So sweet and enamoring.  This tasty treats delight.  They bring a smile,  And a light,  To all who eat,  A Christmas's chocolate savory delight. ©Mae Fort

 I looked outside, and I could see the neighbors television.    I looked outside,       and I could see the lights     and I could see the cars.  I looked outside and I could see the streetlights reaching out so far, I could also see the houses all shut up, and dark,  I looked outside and all I could see...                                                           ..... was that I could not see the stars. ©Mae Fort, A City so Dark.

 I think I like living like this; with my knitting and my books, and a good cup of tea.  None to complicated, as it's just me.  I like living like this; with my blankets all around me.  Snuggled up and warm, as it should be.  I like it like this, all fuzzy and calm.  I like like this, in the blistery morning  Mae Fort©

Completion. Complete. Whole. Full. Total. Finished. Done. Without a doubt.   50 thousand words!!!! I finished NaNoWriMo today. Quite honestly I have almost no clue what to do now. I say almost because I have only vaguest sense of the kind of idea I want to have in order to continue. Many would be horrified at these next words of--I'm no longer going to work without an outline. This doesn't mean that I won't have long times where I just write whatever I want without a plan, but for a full blown novel, I'm not going to work on one without have at least a very basic and bare bones idea of what I'm doing here. I used an outline, a very basic and weird, and altogether not very well written outline for Camp NaNoWriMo this past July. But what happened? I wrote 35 thousand words and finished ahead of schedule. With this in mind, I have no doubt that with how crazy my brilliant mind can be, with all of it's messy thoughts running around, all unruly and without

You know what's something that I don't say anymore? "I don't like my artwork." You know why? Because it's not true. Often times it has been said because the piece that I was drawing didn't turn out like I had originally planned. But that's okay, because it just means that I need to get better. And you can always get better. But just because something didn't turn out the way you had envisioned in your head doesn't mean that you're not a good artist. (And it's artist not drawer. A drawer is what a dresser is made of, and artist is someone who draws. Please do not make this mistake, as it tends to be rather infuriating to some... myself included.) So why is it that so many people seem to loath their own artwork? Because it's not what they had planned when they began. Or it's not going the way they had wanted because they couldn't figure something out. I cant tell you how many times I had been there, because I lost

 I laughed in the rain as it came pouring down tonight, waiting till my friends were in sight, needing to second prompting, to come and join me in the fervor and the downpour. We laughed and cried out in raucous laughter, that only joy and friendship can bring. To land in the puddles and splash yourself sopping wet up to your knees and then some. To smile and laugh for minutes. To rush inside and bring with you a life like no other. Bringing smiles to others faces, to not care what some may think. To simply enjoy, and smile, at the wonderful and beatuful things that life can bring.  Even if one only so simple, as rain .  Have you ever run through the rain with a smile?  Or laughed with a friend as it pours down on you?  To feel the brush of it on your skin as it splashes down.  The chill it brings you, the life that thrives through your veins.  The shout and call out with joy as you hold up your hands to catch it.  To strive with all your might to feel it.  To dance in it,  T

 Dear Reader, I chose this particular title, because I just finished reading/looking at a story of another blogger, who drew each day of his and his wife's life for 365 days. But putting together specifically the days that he drew of them together.  And I must say, it was the sweetest story that I have read. The Drawings of Curtis Wiklund and his wife Jordin.  I have no other words to say than these, and these simple words say it all. I love this story. I love their story. I love that they made a story and told it to the world in one of the most magnificent ways possible. I love it that it's a story that is of the beauty real life holds. I love it all. And I love the story of life. And the story that God's given me. For although it was said, no one is told any story but their own. I take it to mean, it doesn't say that, you don't hear of another's story, but the only story that you will ever see through your own eyes...    ... is your own. -C

 Right outside my window, it a group of tall and slender trees, they sway with the wind that blows by almost daily this spring. Today I saw the reason I have had a Cardinal flying back and forth almost every time I sit down at my desk. There is a nest.  She comes and goes every now and then, but today is the first day that I have seen the nest. I'm excited for when the birds will hatch, because to have a life like that right outside your window... it's beautiful!  Outside my window, perching so fondly,  a little bird visits me daily.  So pretty with her beak of orange,  her feathers of a soft brown.  A cardinal sits between the branches of my tree,  and with her, her nest will be.  There with here, her young will soon join.  And presently, the lives of those new birds will join us.  So small and frail, yet stronger at times than I.  They will be willing to take that leap one day,  to fly from that tree they will know as home,  to fly onwards,  and on towards the

 So although it's more typical to say a day off, I prefer it to be a day away, but honestly, in my case it usually will result in being away from the doldrums of day to day life.   I had forgotten the pleasure of setting a room in order after unpacking things, and getting it the way you want it to be, after it's been a wreak for a long time. Putting up old and new pictures, artwork from friends, and posters. Getting things put away, and throwing away other things, and then getting ready to sell a little bit more. Which will still leave me with quite a bit of stuff. But this is a season of new beginnings. And I welcome a change that is showing me that things go better when I embrace who I am. I'm excited for a year where things will be full of an adventure that is my life. And I'm ready, or at least as ready as I will ever be when the time comes. Adventure is always around the corner, I just have to recognize that it's there!       I'm around the