Off The Beaten Path

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Georgia, United States
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

Friday, September 19

Being A Parent

When I started my blog it was to be my own journal,  not really for others to visit or read....just for me. I still feel that my blog is more for just me than for others,  my place,  a place to write about family and feelings.

Right now my heart is heavy,  my daughter is having so much pain with a failed really breaks my heart to see her hurting and in pain.   I wish like everything I could give her some words of wisdom that would make it all better.  I told are pigs.     That seemed to help a bit.

Time will help,  it has only been a week,   she has been home more in the last week than she has been in the last three years.  I guess knowing her family is behind her helps some.    A parent always wants to protect her children from hurt,  but it isn't always possible once they are grown.   Love her so much.

Tuesday, September 16

I went to look through some of the blogs that I used to visit on a regular basis, years ago.  Many are gone,   some have been taken over by spam,  most are obsolete.   Blogging used to be such a big part of my day.   Not sure where I found the time,  I guess it was during the years when I wasn't feeling well enough to do much around the house.   It is now 2014.   I think back to some of the friends that I made while blogging......a few I still see over on facebook.  Unfortunately a few are such liberals and I am a conservative so our political differences made it hard to stay friends.  Liberal always have to try and make everyone see things the way they do......and get darn right mad if you don't.

My kids are grown now and I am getting old.   The things I once found quite interesting no longer really matter to me or draw my attention.   One being, making new friends,   just not all that interested in making new friends anymore.   All I do now is garden and take care of my kitty cats.  

I have recently been thinking a lot about returning to California,   I miss my kids and my former life, living in the South hasn't really turned out the way I had planned when I moved out here 15 years ago.  The kids have done well,  Ana made it through college,  Nick graduated from high school but now it might be time to return "home."

Ana and Nick when we moved to the south.

Sunday, September 1

He made it,  Nick graduated from High School May 2013.

Wednesday, March 20

Tuesday, January 29


There is a sound so faint at times
if you don't take a moment you will miss
this soft gentle rustle of life.

It is the blood of the south flowing
through the veins of her people 
coursing along so slow, so steady
like the Mississippi.

You will miss it if you rush, you 
will miss the smell of fried catfish
wafting in the air, tickling your nose
with the promise of a full plate.

There is a cadence, the ebb and trill, shrill
at times and then reaching crescendo with
sounds of the Cicada's mating in the trees while
the whole south is in attendance for their
love making.

Softly at times the wind moans as it
struggles to push arms fulls of sticky
black clouds across the bayous and
across the cotton fields to the North.

If you sit on the porch quietly you will
feel all this, it caresses your skin
as softly as the warmth from the Gulf,
and wraps you like velvet.

There is a flavor to Louisiana, a taste
of richness a blend that makes you want 
to lick your plate and ask for more.