Frankly given my pets and a few hand picked folks including the one who holds my heart thus makes me feel of most worth and I would be quite contented being like Thoreau at Waldens Pond.
Yep a veritable Hermit I could be with my pets, my flutes, my books and my pad of paper and pencil to write and muse, pondering the eternal universe and all it's amazements.
I pity some who are so shallow they never take the time to wade barefooted through a sun warmed puddle feeling the mud squish between their toes, or lie on their backs in a clover field listening to bee's buzz, inhaling the sweet breathe of scent the clover offers as the summer warmed breezes blow snipets of clouds across the brilliantly blue sky.
I love nothing more then to relax in a sun dappled shady nook tucked into the bend of a clear running stream and listen to the call of the geese haunting yet full of promise as they wing their way south. The scent of autumn earthy and full of spice makes my favored time of year twice as nice.
I live to listen to the chickadee sing his winters song of joy on a chill winter morn, as I walk across ice crusted fields, watching smoke drift lazilly out of chimneys like tall sentinals of warmth topping each home covered in snow sparkling splendor.
Then unto spring with it's full throated song of crickets and peeper frogs filling the nights, the blosom of lilac and of rose making the smell intoxicating I suppose. The rustle of leaves as they once more quake in the warming gentle breeze arriving in winters wake.
All the seasons fill my life with calming and love to quell infinate strife.
Riding Harley Davidsons facing backwards into the night loving life.
Cause none other harm lest it be returned unto you three fold times.
What Gives Me Hope
listening to my Cats purr, feeling the wind upon my face, smelling the freshly fallen snow, watching a newborn foal take his first steps.
Noticing the change of seasons with all my senses, scent and sound come greatly to the fore in the seasons of change. Seeing a smile upon a loved ones face, And most of all Listening to the sound of rain upon the roof as I lie snuggled against my soul mates chest and hear not only gentle rain but feel the strong beat of his heart next to mine.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Trust me depending upon my mood you wouldn't like things which I would perhaps choose to do.
What/who changed my life and why
many and none if that makes sense then maybe you can understand me.