Thursday, December 14, 2017
Brightly Beams Our Father's Mercy A Cappella
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Avoidance
I want to avoid whomsoever I can't please
I don't want to have poison thoughts around me
I want to be in a good place $or you and I
I want a good place to live and die
Friday, September 15, 2017
Sunflowers
Grandkids
Sprinkler
Watching horses
Grandkids
Traffic
Hill curve
Tunnel
Coming home
Clouds
Temple Drive
Wonder if rain will happen
Neighbors home
Dawn sky
Monday, September 11, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
4Sep2017
Today I worked all day on papers, photographing them andtearing them up. The loneliness I feel from them is so intense, so hard to bear.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Fireworks
Summers would bring the warm nights
When we found relief from the heat of day
And the stars and the moon were our lights.
To watch the jeweled displays
Safe with our parents close by
Watching fireworks bursting away
And smoky clouds drifted away
Lifting my heart for a time and space
Bringing a dream for another day
15 Aug 2017, Alex Birthday
Today and yesterday we moved the safes downstairs. Alex worked the hardest. Amber and Duncan took Alex out for his birthday.
Friday, August 11, 2017
August 11 2017
The wind is coming up. Its 1 in the morning and I'm sitting on the patio feeling the wind sweep past.
Soon I will go back to bed.
The Crickets are loud but in the winter it will be silent out here no crickets no birds and only Frosty air and snow all around.
I love balmy nights of summer. I will miss them.
Monday, July 24, 2017
Thinking of you
My someone to hold
to love and to talk to
When you are close or beyond my sight
Opened my eyes and helped me see
The wonder of you, the hope you bring
My prayers reached ears that were listening
I long to hold you forever
But even if this time is all we have
I'm so happy we have this time together
Friday, July 7, 2017
Genesis 1
Listened to scripture tonight. I will try again tomorrow night.
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https://www.lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/1?verse=2&lang=eng#p2
Monday, July 3, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Home Teaching, Testimony
Testimonies are lost if mot practice or fed
Pray, Stake Conference June 2017
Do not pray for tasks equal to your ability but pray for abilities equal to your tasks💫🌼
Friday, June 16, 2017
Sea of Tranquility Afghan
I think I understand some things about this pattern now. I've always wanted to make a ripple afghan and I think I will if I can ever have this pattern. It is a knitted pattern designed for size 10 knitting needles
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Stack your fire
The difference in the heat you make is how you stack your fire
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Clarity last concert
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Donna Taggart - Bright Blue Rose (Official Music Video)
Without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light
Much, much more than mountains ever do
Goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unshamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists' stone
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow
It's always been, and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You'll find a very special hand
And it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow
It's always been, and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
Two thousand years, and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
Christy Moore - Black Is The Colour
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
But some times I wish the day will come
That she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands