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250 posted 10-13-2005 11:38 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Oh sissie!!  How I wish I could be at that first books signing!!  
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251 posted 10-17-2005 10:30 AM       View Profile for Ratleader   Email Ratleader   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Ratleader's Home Page   View IP for Ratleader

You do us all proud, Lady Sun.....proud!

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252 posted 10-17-2005 03:30 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Congratulations my dear friend.

I'm so very proud to call you that.

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253 posted 10-17-2005 07:12 PM       View Profile for Magnus   Email Magnus   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Magnus

very proud of your accomplishments...but
don't understand why you need a Chiro, other
than to help keep your head on straight...
HA!   Keep marching Girl....lead the flock..
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254 posted 10-17-2005 11:24 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

You are absolutely right, Magnus, we all need to keep our head screwed on straight.  Thank you for bringing that to my attention.  Our good doctor did much more than that, however, as he spent precious time encouraging the will, and subsiding various storms.  I have been most fortunate in having two good docs listen...and encourage, and be so damned generous with their "atta gal!" prescriptions....

This weekend produced a bit of work for advertisements, newsletters, sound bites, and such.  I have run a number of things past some wonderful perfectionists and they have all added a comment or two.  [It's hard to get things right on enthusiasm alone!]

Still so much work to do - but this is the enjoyable part of doing for one's self...and the hardest part, too.  We can always be professional for another; but when we do it for ourselves?  It's a real fight being "you" and being "someone professional" and I have a whole NEW regard for people like our host, Ron Carnell.  I do believe that in this technology, he definitely worked himself from the ground up - and knows exactly how to present himself to a world of strangers.

I have a lot to learn.

But such a willing student, am I!
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255 posted 10-18-2005 12:58 AM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


I know I haven't said it in awhile...

but just wanted you to know that
I'm VERY happy for you...

Congratulations, my friend...

and I echo my serene sister...

I, too, am proud to call you my friend...

"When the power of love overcomes the love
of power the world will know peace."
--Jimi Hendrix

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256 posted 11-08-2005 09:59 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


Click your heels...

and Ron's home becomes the Yellow Brick Road...I sware...


It's been quite a week, since All Hallow's Eve.  My grandchildren Christopher, Michael and Emily were dressed, appropriately, as Knights defending their beloved Princess...the outfits were prepared by my daughter [who is quite talented, and won't admit it!] and I wasn't so ill from my inner ear problem that I couldn't hug and hold them for as long as they would allow.  

Trick or treaters were few as the neighborhood is at this moment in time, a bit on the elderly side...I think we had 13-15 kids or so.  I grew up under the scare of tricks in treats, so I veer toward giving away quarters and such...

That same day, I heard from two Pipsters, one on the west coast, one on the east, who had received notice that the novel was "available...."

and they let me know, immediately, by the magic of internet...and so, I quickly emailed Publish America, and they told me that my authors copies would probably arrive by 11/2.


November 1.  A lot of you have seen the Announcements and Links, so I won't repeat that.  But since then?

It's been wonderful.  Oh, yes, a bit of work, here and there...and a lot of new ideas, thoughts, feelings...emotions galore!  For example...I've decided on a new "business" name...JungelPrints.  


Several months ago, a retired school teacher who gets her hair done where my mother-in-law has her set Saturday appointment...found out [through Mom-in-love] that I was in the process of having a novel published.  She, being an avid reader, started up with the questions, and those Saturdays that I saw her would always be full of questions.

Well, several weeks ago, she had asked for, and I obliged her with, the draft of the first three copies. Before I had even seen the book's covers. Then?  She disappeared.  I didn't see her again, and wondered if I had "done her in"...perhaps her disappointment was so great, that she had changed her appointment time to avoid me.  [Oh, for those of you who don't know? I can put myself under a fairly good paranoia trip!]

Then the cover art appeared, but not the friend...I was appalled.  Had I disappointed her so much?  OMG...BUT, I took a risk, and mailed her a copy of the cover art.  I figured if she was going to stay away, she might as well have some color go along with her.

Ron could probably attest to the fact that six years ago, I wouldn't be baring my soul as I am doing now.  See what you PiPsters can do by being so open, honest, and loving?

I saw my retired friend this last Saturday. Not only had she read the three chapters, but confided as to why she had been gone so long.  Surgical...and all that.  [To keep the egg OFF my face, I didn't tell her what I had feared, but did offer up my sympathy over her problem.  If I were to tell'd burst yours!]

Then she went on to tell me that she shared my three chapters with her best friend a retired school teacher, who happened to be an English Major!

Ok, so my heart plummeted.

But let me back up.  When I came into the shop, her arms were busy waving me in, towards her.  I had my author's copy in my hand, and she dang near lunged for it.  Thank GOD the hair dryer unit was down and her head could only travel so far!

She seemed to be so tickled to see me!  She clutched my copy as if it were hers, and hers alone! It was then that we started to talk, and then we got to the part of the comments on behalf of her friend.

"She said one word!"

My heart floundered....


My heart lifted!

My friends had been family had been kind...

here was an unknown stranger...who didn't know my face, didn't know me...the kindest  act of all...speaking out to a stranger.

Then, my friend said, as she held the book to her bosom..."We both feel that this is going to be a very successful read.  But you must know, she was not happy that you didn't share more than three chapters!"

She went on to say, "She is so well read.  She reads Everything - you should see her library! But you have been the first fiction writer in a long time, that made her look forward to turning every page, just to find out what happens next."


words I heard from my own PiP family.  God bless you folks for putting those words in that woman's mouth.

It's a circle, it is.


A few other things came and went this week...primarily, fingerprints on the author's cover.  Loving orders coming in via email. I've never experienced.  Reality...almost ready to rest and go "boom"...I think when my order gets here sometime soon next week...and I have to lift the boxes?

I will know what Ron felt when he started the anthologies....

Ron, did I thank you yet?

May I thank you again?

Today my husband, the one who didn't want me to get my hopes too high up in case the book never realized itself in print, sent me a link to Forbes Book Club.  Where my title and name reside.

As I told a few friends...I'm there, but so are a million others.  So I must be....

one in a million?  

Even my day job can't get me down right now...

Thank you for sharing this with me.

I love you, too.

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257 posted 11-08-2005 10:48 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

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258 posted 11-09-2005 01:26 AM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

Girl, you are on a roll! Thanks for sharing with us. The kiddies are adorable! Martyjo
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259 posted 11-10-2005 12:04 AM       View Profile for Tracey   Email Tracey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tracey

This is such great news, and I'm SO proud of you and this great accomplishment. I still remember reading those first chapters and thinking what a brilliant read it was, and how it should be a book. AND NOW IT IS!!!! And we can all say "we knew her when". I'll be signing up for one of those autographed copies, and I will treasure it. Congratulations Karilea, I can't think of anyone who deserves it more.

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If you don't
Run the race

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260 posted 11-19-2005 08:31 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

MartyJo, your book is on its way.

Tracy, you just let me know when.

Those are just three of my grandchildren.  I have three others that are older and younger than this band of grandma huggers...

And oh, how the hugs are returned!
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261 posted 11-19-2005 08:40 AM       View Profile for SmartChick   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit SmartChick's Home Page   View IP for SmartChick

Karilea, you know how happy I am for you. May the blessings keep coming your way. And, may all your dreams come true.
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262 posted 11-19-2005 07:27 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Sissie....I thought I already told you....YOU ARE ONE IN A MILLIAN!!!  
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263 posted 11-20-2005 08:16 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

LOL...Yes you did, Martie...but you've got stars in your eyes...I know!  I saw them!

Thank you Sue.  Things are keeping very busy, here...but you know I've been thinking of you and of all that studying you are doing!  Keep at it!

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264 posted 11-26-2005 09:54 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I can hear Dee now...


"It's my journal,
I can cry if I want to,
cry if I want to..."

She would tease me that way.  Oh, she could tease in so many wonderful ways and you knew it was a tease, even if you weren't looking at could tell just from the pre-giggle, that something would land on you, even if you didn't want it to, like a gooey jello pudding of loving words, she would splat you with her wit and whim, because if she wasn't down, by God, you weren't going to be down, either!

In our recent and tragic loss of a beloved sister, I told my younger sister that it was all because of her that Dee came into our lives some 45 years ago.  So I blame my kid sister...for someone wonderful who shaped all of our lives.  

I can blame my parents, too...for their warm and loving ways, and I can blame Fate, as well, for throwing us all together in a sack of opportunity.

Dee was special to all of us in some of the most individual ways.  She could read people, so truly, there was NO privacy in our house. She was either super-sensitive or she was blatantly inquisitive - but she always got to the core of things.

She was as good at being the butt of practical jokes as she was at passing them out, too.  I think Daddy loved to tease her simply to her hear laughter ring throughout the room.

Times were not always good for our Dee.  She lost her mother at an early age. She floundered between foster homes as her father tried to help raise her, and her older sister. When she first came to be with us, she was pretty sure she was not meant for much education. She did poorly in school, because she believed that the most she should ever think of aspiring to would be that of a kitchen maid or washer-woman.

Mom and Dad pretty much turned her around with some nagging, encouragement, and what we would call "tough love" today. They didn't let her squander her education - and she was soon making grades and found a love for education that never left her.

I remember once, long ago, sharing a dream I had of her, with her. I told her I saw her surrounded by children of all kinds - young, old, various nationalities.  In that dream, I felt her warmth and love pouring out from her to all of the children around her.

She never married. But the children part came to be, I think. You see, she surrounded herself with children in the Big Brother/Big Sister program. She found herself working for the state of Arizona, in the SRS department, making sure that "her" children received their father's or mother's financial support.

She gifted our own children with wierd and wonderful [and sometimes irritating] presents during the holiday, or any day. My oldest daughter received on her first birthday, a pull-ratchet chain saw. Dee sent it solely because she knew the noise would get on my nerves.  She was right.

At my age of 28, I figured I would never let a "birthday" get to me. I was dismayed then, as much to my surprise, I woke up on my 30th birthday and felt a tremendous, sudden jolt of loss. After all, what had I done in 30 years? NOTHING! I think it was about 7:30 a.m. when Dee called and calmly started listing all of my silver linings. I was a wee bit irritated that she wouldn't listen to me and my sorrow, as she slowly spoke of several reasons that I should see joy in all I had accomplished in my few years of adulthood.

She wouldn't even let me rain on my own parade!

She was something else.  She was a glue among family members. She was a diplomat, a keeper, and a visionary. Full of encouragement, she always made sure that we knew in our hearts her belief in us.

One of the conversations I had with her when she was this wonderful teenager and I had yet to hit puberty was when she had come home from her first year in college, and was studying biology, and she had encountered her first microscope.

"I had a marvelous thought today!"

"Yea? What?" the ever-eager child of me asked.

"Well, I was looking through a microscope and oh my! [she spoke with enthusiasm, always!] what one can't see with the naked eye, but with a bit of glass placed so and so, there's so much to explore!"

I remember waiting, but she was thinking, so I had to ask, "like what?"

So she went on to explain about seeing butterfly wings under a microscope, and veins of leaves, and it made her think of taking a larger microscope [this was way before the advent of Animal Planet] and watching ant colonies and such and then she said,

"I think it would be like looking through God's eye, watching down on all of us.  Wouldn't it be funny if we were nothing more than a colony of ants, to Him, as He watches us through a microscope?"

Just that fast, she made me large and tall, and small and insignificant, with that one statement.

In a sense, she had a way of always making sure one knew their worth...and made sure we also knew how to share that very worth.

Since she was taken from us, she has invaded my mind and heart even more with thoughts of past conversations and wonderful times. I remember some of the not-so-wonderful times, as well - and as always, from Dee, they became lessons of heart. To the few that knew of our recent loss of love, I was able to tell them that Dee will probably be one of my most insistent, nagging, bothersome muses...

and I believe this. Because she was never one to say, "well, that's good enough, you've done all you can do."  Nope.  She was always the one to say, "Ok, good job, now...

What's next?"

To our Dee...who will forever be remembered as the one who would never let any of us down.

I love you.

Alta Delores Harned
Sept. 20, 1943 - November 14, 2005

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265 posted 11-29-2005 10:38 AM       View Profile for Gentle Spirit   Email Gentle Spirit   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Gentle Spirit

love you, and am soooo very happy for you
and so very, very proud....
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266 posted 12-08-2005 08:46 PM       View Profile for Fagin   Email Fagin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Fagin's Home Page   View IP for Fagin

You hit the nail right on the head sis i miss her so much...
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267 posted 01-09-2006 06:32 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

A month, and a day...since my Fagin commented...

Things are going well, most probably because I have an Angel Director guiding things now.

The year turned over in quiet sound to a new peace - not one that has yet been seen 'round the world, but one within the heart.  I am not a seer, although I see the last of the daylight leaving the horizon in one glorious last flame, leaving the evening to cloudy skies but a well spent day in high'd light...

The book is "going well" in the sense that those who read it, are coming to know a sense of "yes, this is peace..."...

The month starts out well with the first few days bringing good news to many...among them, writers who put themselves forward and are now being rewarded with a new promise....

I kissed a baby today, and with it, left the promise that there may be a peaceful future for it to grow up in....

my eldest grandchild called, ready to come with me this night, after all of her many activities that 13 brings, to join us at our first poetry meeting of the year;

and in that meeting, we will be welcoming a new guest - a published poet, who wishes to join us....

my brother spoke to me from a care center, regaining his health as much as can be expected, a joy in my life, as he was from day one [although even he will agree with me, he tried to circumnavigate all of this love he ever thought he should have...]

I have spoken to friends, near and far...

Yes, it has been a good first week to the New Year in several ways....

even as I read of the lasting tremors of last year in some beloved poet's heart, and my own heart, she already knows she is one hell of a survivor....

even as I hear that China demolished over several million possible births of female children because they are nothing but a hindrance;

even as I see grocery stores now dumping food in whole, which they use to sell, reduced, because of the fear factor that some media has instilled over some minor possibilities...

Yes, they said, you wear those rose colored glasses and never tell us the truth of your pain.  You are right, I said, because I would have you only know the best of all things, for the things that are bad, well, they come to bite you in the end, regardless....

so while I may, and if I may, I might, continue to bring forth the light....of some little better time, some little better song...while I still can....

then why I am here.

God bless you all.


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268 posted 01-09-2006 06:38 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie made me cry again...or maybe it's just that bright light that shines from you that got in my eyes?     
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269 posted 01-09-2006 06:46 PM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

And a wonderful New Year ahead for all of us who do indeed wear those Rose Colored Glasses. I have been told the same thing many times. But it is the only way to go. Happy 2006 to all of you and thank you Karilea for that wonderful book. It took me away from all the other stuff that drags us down. martyjo
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270 posted 01-21-2006 07:18 PM       View Profile for Fee   Email Fee   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Fee

Its time to find the me that I locked away inside of me and forgot about.

Life is too short and I am going to live it to the fullest.

That path ahead is unknown, but one I am looking forward to following.

The love and encouragment on this path, from the people within these blue pages, is worth more than any word could express.

Moving forward, not looking back.

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271 posted 02-28-2006 07:48 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Dear Fee…

You were the last to respond on the 21st of January.  Thank you.  

Since then, as many of you know, my life became even more topsy-turvy, and I want to thank those of you who sent emails, letters, flowers, prayers, yes, I want to thank you, publicly.  Even those who sent private prayers that found their way to my heart.  No stamp, no “ding”, no overt sign, but yes, you and I, we knew.  I am so very, very pleased that a few of you got to know my brother, Robert / Fagin.  

To say that I miss Robert, would liken the moment to asking the world to stop, I wish to get off for just a brief moment.  Where I would go, I don’t know.  

But it isn’t that easy, as so very many of us know.  Things keep tasking us, one day at a time, to continue, and bless those who say, “it will get easier.”  Is that before, or after, we cry so hard that we believe we will turn inside out?

Oh yes, so many of us have been in this position, not once, nor twice, but seemingly too far into “it” that we think we cannot live through it.  Yet, God insists, “go on, and multiply.”  Oh, he never said in which manner we are to multiply, did he?  We can multiply moments via smiles, via words, art, sensitivity, willingness, compassion.  A four letter word for that is “hope”.  A five letter word for it is “faith”.  

On the day Robert slipped onto a new plane, an order for a book came in.  It was not easy to honor a commitment of “day in, day out” that I had given myself, but I did it.

I called my boss[es] and explained by leaving messages to two of them that my brother had died, and I would have to deal with phone calls and such and would be in “later in the week”.  My husband called a third boss to let him know, and his surprise that I had a brother told me more than I wanted to know.

I had mentioned my brother to him many times.  In fact, his height was one thing they had in common.

Monday, February 6, was not a good day.  In the quiet, I waited for the “ding” of the IM.  The morning ding, when he was up at 3 or 4 a.m. in California, waiting for me to wake up at 4 or 5 a.m. in the Midwest, to question “why are you up, kiddo?”  The better question always being, why the heck are YOU up, buster?”

Illness screws up our sleeping, our normal.  But who anymore is really normal?  We laughed over that, gave the “cup” sign that one of us had to go find some brew, and then back to chit over chat and chug some beans.  “Yours is white, right?”  Oh, he knew his sis.

I don’t know why so many years passed between us when we didn’t call or write; I don’t understand other than the fact that others spread before us, and we were unable, or too tired, to call except on “deemed” occasions.  I know that my brother went through some times that I am too late to know about.  I can say the same for him.  

But it was in the last few years, the “golden” moments that I thank God for the Gates in our lives…that we grew closer.  Maybe my handwriting was too fancy, and his was print; maybe it was because he couldn’t afford the call, and I was too busy managing chaos…I don’t know, but we finally came together over some magical little box that let us share tunes, and words, and love, and emoticons that took on some great meaning.


This is an interactive journal.  I hope that whoever reads this will bring back a memory of one of their beloveds, a moment when something turned over, like a worm turning dirt – when something finally went right, and an electric reconnection was made, even if not by computer, but by some force greater than anyone might admit to.

There is no age limit.

There are no boundaries.

In this journal, there is only the capacity to share, and know one another a bit better.  There is only room for love, and compassion.

There is only room for you.

Thank you for understanding, as I share.


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272 posted 05-14-2006 06:23 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

It always comes across as an honor to reflect on those that have shaped our lives.  But in the same breath, it seems that I tend, anymore, to encompass the generations before me that would bring you and I to this point.  

And I am not talking just about mothers, and what they have given us, or kept from us, for reasons of their own.  Protection, perhaps.  Selfishness, or fear, maybe.  Quite possibly at times, they didn’t share things with us because they just didn’t know to do so, resulting from their own confusion of understanding.

I am also talking about fathers who have come to mother their children, and again, when it comes to Father’s Day, I will be able to reiterate some of these same sentiments.  Because so many of us have to do all of the above.  We have come into a time and place where it is not wise just to be “one or the other”…sometimes many of us have to be both.  Aunts and Uncles fall into this genre as well as do grandparents.  It is a time of giving, and acknowledgment of those very gifts.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of those who care for those that need caring.


On April 15 I celebrated my first year in my “new” home.  Realization of my fortune came to me in several ways, of how fortunate I am in both the ownership of home, warm friendliness of neighborhood, a loving family, and great and good friends.  It came to me at a very low time, when I was in the middle of making a transition, working towards a huge change, trying to keep from burning bridges that I knew shouldn’t be damaged.  Keeping a sane balance [read, no screaming allowed] was hugely tiring, and my muses decided, probably wisely, to back off.  But how much I missed them.

Then a very loving thing happened, which scared the stuffing out of me.  The love was in connection, and the scare was just that.  A very close, more than comfortable friend/sister was in trouble, and I was called on to forget myself [the loving part] and to be here for her [the scary part].  There is no doubt in my mind that you don’t know of whom I speak; for we are that close as a family.  It is quite safe for any one of you to think that my energy was taken up in energy being passed from me to them, all of them, as a family, as a whole.  In the middle of that, I was interviewing for a new position.

It didn’t surprise me that on the day my “sister” came through her operation, I would hear of my own new beginning.

On the day I knew our poet would be going home, I would be giving a resignation to a position I have held for 15 years.  Or that the poem “Transform/Change” would come about would be not just to commemorate a time in my life, but one for our flower girl, as well.  

I have had some wonderful emails from many of you, wondering where I had gone, what was I doing, why was I so quiet.  In liquefied essence, it is easy enough to say that my plate has been full.  But now it is time to set the table again, for the new banquet about to be.

Our Martie is home, and the wind brings new beginnings.

It is time to smile again.


As I finish this entry, I will remark on one other matter, because, and only because it pleases me to do so.  I recently remarked to a very dear friend that I had felt a great deal of depression lately, and I knew in my heart that I had very little to be depressed over, with the exception of recent losses of loved ones.  Indeed I had and have much to be thankful for, in many ways.  All I can say in any understanding of this recent depression is that those I care for are undergoing matters of their own which are tugging at their own sensibilities, and I feel their pain, anguish, despair, even perhaps some fear, and I sense these emotions with some great understanding that I do not always comprehend.  Even though I try very hard to do so.

So on this Mother’s Day, which has come to feel like Easter and Christmas as well, I have done some things that may, in some way, on some day, let those who truly know me [or wish to know me] may realize what it is I have left behind for them, and which in some way might become a legacy of memory, even if they do not read this small posting.

My husband and I have been planting new memories, today.  Roses, and trees.  Lilies, and flowers.  The beginning of a new landscape, a new beginning in our home that feels so much like home, now.  No longer a house that we live in, but a place of welcoming, a place for those who wish to be renewed may come to find conversation, libation, and nourishment.  In our “grand-parent-hood” time of living, we have come to a place where we are fortunately happy to begin, again, a new chapter.  

My husband and I will soon begin our 27th year of together.  The gathering of roses to plant, today, meant more to me than what he will ever know, until he reads this.  The need for Peace roses, which I wanted most, will mean even more, once he reads this.  And I know he will.

And in reading this, he will hopefully realize that Passions, and my friends here in our home of poetry, mean as much to me as any relationship I have ever known, and I have had many good relationships of friends, and family.  

Finally, I give thanks to all of you for remembering me during the times of two recent losses.  On this day, I was grateful to plant color.  My adopted sister Dee loved color…she loved to paint in greens and browns and sometimes a bright orange, to remind herself of vibrancy.  My brother loved color – in shades of fire-engine red and deep blues; he colored his music in shades of tangerine and indigo; in his heart he wore the colors of Native American, for it is true that we have a link to the lineage.  He loved me in turquoise and tanned deerskin.  

So thank you, Ron, for allowing this place to be, even when we don’t seem to appreciate it as much as we should, or forget that we are in Your home, and don’t act as responsibly as we should.  As parents, we tend to kick our kids out of the home when it gets to be too much and especially when they are of age to find their own nest…

but as any errant child learns, we do come home to find where our roots really belong…and perhaps, as some wild child will, we come home again to gain nourishment, to gain wisdom, before we make the attempt to go out into the real world, hopefully to find our own way.

In this way, Ron, you, too, have been a Mother in the virtual world; a new link to new relationships, to new beginnings.  You have provided a constant source of ever-present memory; of times and troubles, pursuits and accomplishments;  you have provided substance, and values.  No one needs to go very far, that they cannot look up the time they have lost in reading, or posting, and not be able to catch up with all of us in our socio-virtual history in the making.  

So, again, my thank you to Ron, for reminding us of your mother, her love, in the way that you have put up the ever-continuing, expanding walls of this, your home.

I end my circle…to Mothers…no matter what form they take.


" It matters not this distance now  " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love

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Today I come back to this thread, via "Copernic" on a search to see where my life might lead one on an internet search, via the course of finding others poems and prose plagiarized throughout the internet.

As I read through some of these pages, I came to find, yet again, the compassion and love of our members.  The heart that they show, tells me that those who came here "first" in their find for poetry and the arts, are true and kind,and giving.

If anyone might read this...I want them to know, "thank you", for helping me in my times of need; for being "there", and for being honest with their own words.

Plagiarism is fast becoming a four-letter word in my book, and I want you to know that I will be an advocate on your behalf to help you out if you think your work has been lifted, and given another name.

God bless.


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274 posted 07-13-2007 07:52 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

About two weeks following the last entry, I was "let go" for no reason from my last legal position.  Easy come, easy go.  Some of you have been made aware of this fact.  Some of you have not.  Be that as it may, I did not realize until I was put in the position to "be free" just how much pressure/stress I had been under.

I know that, now.

I spent four months looking for a position outside the legal field.  In our small community, looking outside is as hard as looking inside.  Bottom line, after several interviews for various positions, I was finally hired by a school/business known to me in the past [which may have helped] but in addition, it might have been my go into a position where I could use what talents I have, plus learn new programs, like Publisher and be given some creative license.  

I was "hired" in mid-June, and my first day was July 2, 2007. Sometimes we have to remember that what we ask for, can come to be. It takes time, of course. It takes faith, as well, in whatever one has faith in. It takes positive attitude, and an inner will not to be drug down into despair.

Four months can be a very long time, time enough to not remember all of the above. Yet, and with so much surrounding us on how we can be better to ourselves, so many of us do not even wish to find a way to lift ourselves out of the holes we dig with our own hands.

Now, considering that Mother Nature comes into play, there are things that are taken outside of our hands. I've been there, too. Some other of our members comes to mind, also; and I know their struggles, and I realize their values, and I applaud their spirits. Because they simply do not let the negative rule their lives.

And this is what this entry is all about: not letting negativity rule one's life. I will be pleased if anyone else reads this additional post; if not, that's okay, too. Because I'm "putting this fact out there", and those who know, will know, and truly, there is no need to comment further. Those who believe in the extraordinary, receive such back to them, and sometimes? It multiplies with yeast-like activity. It's a grand thing...

Now, should anyone from my current employment find this, and read this, it is my ultimate pleasure to add: You are ALL wonderful people. The things I have heard/seen/experienced in this short time are all positive. I have comparisons that you do not have. And that's OK. Because I haven't named names, and neither have you, but what you still might see as an "ah, okay, geez, dang" moment? Well, it's less than you will ever experience overall, if you continue where you are. You've got it good, very, very good.

And I'm just pleased to death that you've all welcomed me in.

Thank you!

And for our poets and authors here? There is life outside what we know the best; there is education beyond and above what we thought we knew; and there is life, beyond what we think we bury.

Write on, live well, and know that revenge? Isn't worth an eyebrow's uplift.

" It matters not this distance now  " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love
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