The floating through air

the seemingly end in knots ... The glimpse of a life through the blue ... The strange in the familiar ... The sights and sounds remains the reminiscing of yesteryear in the what to come ... 

Many more doors open

up so wide ... the more achievements made ... the ripples of benefits ... improve on prove to the doubters ... the lone travel refreshing in movement and experience ... one can flirt with life ... all over again 

The door swings shut

a good bye in the park 

On those who go 

A turn round; as another walks in the opposite 

Those early days of stupidity in widow hood 

Now, I can fly and roam free 

Only the mind hinders me 

The look 

The snarl 

The bitter hatred 

One sees what one wants 

A film with all these emotions and more 

really impacted; on me this week 

There is the eternal in that who truly walks beside me no matter what 

I am thankful for that ... 

A daughters encouragement

To do what I used to do long before ... the time each step of the clearance to put in the place in promptness ... This I have done or not ... Since I been back from a busmans break I have unpacked and put ready the next stage of flying off ... 

I have spent time of restless today in typing and tidying and cooking from scratch ... first watching something on Tv to get my mind settled. The mode in the clearance in tandem with form functions... The attempt to get my head around those things we take for granted when we are good ...