A whirl wind week has passed. So much love, warmth and blessings has been bestowed upon me. I am a very wealthy woman, mother, grandmother and rich with friends.

Finalizing the closing of chapters here in NY has gone well. Repairs and business is done.

Today I pack up the jitney, afternoon is mother's day with sons and families. Tonight I sit with a wonderful friend on the porch, listen to the peepers one more time.

Tomorrow early, I leave for home. The miles may tick away slowly again, but it will give me time to savor the best of this trip and renergize for the path before me.

It's all good!

Happy Mothers Day!

Here I sit, in the middle of a Thomas Kinkaide picturesc cabin in the woods . The pond outside the window is quiet, the early morning business among the critters that skip thru the tree's beginning their day. Three deer paused briefly wondering who I was. ... The resident cat gave me his blessings this morning, I can stay but only a few more days. He'd also appreciate it if I chose to feed him before his other pet human gets up for work in the morning.

Tests are over, they were brutal, but I chose to do them early in order to take this trip. The drive was long. 12 hour drives have been a cake walk, but this time, the miles seemed to tick away slower.

I must confess, it was nice to be greeted like a celeb. 6 of my grand young people surrounded me. BBQ, Bonefire, Smores, and then bed time.

It's been two years so there was much to update on. Sunday my oldest returned home, we made rounds together to 3 soccer games, 3 different fields, same game time. It was alot of fun. I don't know how their mom does this ever week!

Time will fly bye and I hope I don't leave anyone out this trip. A full schedule every day for sure. Mother's day is the coming fast, and then I turn my vehicle south again.

Today:
6:00 am - Coffee, peace and quiet on the deck, email check,

10 am - Vehicle maintence

10:30 Repair property damage at my place.

3:30 pick up 3 grand kids, have a magical time

5:30 return grand kids

6:00 dinner with best friend and family

8:30 Jump over a mountain, visit son for 20 minutes, return home

10:pm set down and watch the news with friend, get the run down from the cats, sleep.

I wrote the following last week before my finals. This is my first chance to get online since then. I've traveled up North since, and have busy every minute since I've gotten here.

....As I prepare for a mountain of work to prepare for semester finals and exams I turned on music, and listen to “our CD”. I must finish 2 wks early to journey North, and a long over due visit with my family. Tomorrow is my “big” day.
So I will pull you close to me, and energize for my hike up the mountain!


“The closer I get to you, the more you make me feel”
and I think, oh so far I’ve come! This life’s journey is nothing less than amazing! The sorrow of the past plowed the fertile ground for today’s plantation of joy. Your presence is the sun that shines across my landscape, inside, and out.

The music plays on…

“Sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much and ….

I take your hand to dance along with my heart. This rhythm, yours, mine and ours, my lips fail to form the words. Just listen to my eyes.

You make me feel brand new…

Just like my first new pair of sneakers. I can run fast, jump high, and be everything you desire!

And so the music plays…

“I honestly love you”

Your eyes glimmer like the reflection from the singing brass sax. Captured, enraptured

And I need you

Follow the notes, as the sax plays. The notes, as they dance, the twirls, that is my head, my soul, since the moment your eyes first kissed mine

“Giving you the best of my love”

it’s only the beginning, to fathom’s depths greater than this, I can not. As I greet each day, I watch it bloom’s grow beyond measure. Float with me and the clarinet, feel the vibration of ebony and ivory, the exclamations of the string, and feel the setting sun give way to starlight twinkling it’s code that it’s time to drift from this day dream to and into my arms. Feel the song written upon my heart.

The Dance

Oh yes, I though I should have missed the pain, the err’s of my youth. Had I missed the pain, I would have missed the beauty of this dance with you.

Mmmm, yes, I know. To the mountain I must go. Thank you for your indulgence, and your confidence. I shall return

A smile as warm as your heart Isend to you, Anam Cara. Temptation befalls me now. Tempted I am to lay my head upon my pillow and drift into your dreams.

Thank you Kindred, may you receive blessings in kind.

The quotes I did not write, rather they leap of the page from a collection of Kahlil Gibran. I am not as talented in written word. I can recognise the truth in his words. I wrote the comments after.It's as close as Iget.

The rhymic tide I wrote about keeps flashing thru my mind the last couple of days. Perhaps our paths draw near? As peck this post with my stylus a sense of quietness comes a gentle tide. Amaingly I have been drawn to the seashore all my life.

"As the first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like a seed sown in the human heart, and the first kiss of her lips like a flower upon the branch of the tree of life"

You smell that fragrent flower, a memory that is yet to be. A reunion of hearts, not by chance but a homecoming dance the written word can not define.

Next month I make my way to a white sandy beach on the Gulf. Content ly, I await Your first glance

Thank you Jess.

When I quoted the part on tides I could see the water and overwhelmingly feel the truth in those spoken words. She is Anam Cara, which is Gaelic for Soul Friend.

Still dealing w/mobile web and on 4th verizon phone that shuts off .. but I digress

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea the shores of your souls....

Can you feel the rhythmic tide ? Do you remember that aha moment.. you came to know love's boundless presence , it's flow like the tide, gentle wave on wave rising to reveal life passions from its depths?

Greetings. Rich full bodied Haawain coffee, Ihave yet to walk Falls Park, or drift lazily down a river in a kayack.

You can relate to "we meet what we bring"

You hear that there will be music in the park Thurs night, but you know I have to work and class Friday AM. You send a quick text and tell me if I get my homework done early, there will be a surprise waiting for me if I take the night off. Knowing that I don't take time off, I know this is important to you and I assure you to count on me!

When I get home from class and finish my work I get another text.

The surprise dress code for the evening is jeans,long sleeves, comfy shoes. I shower, dress, give attention to 4 legged loves until you arrive.

(I know, I give strong impression of obediance to the novice eye giggle)

Ah, your key in the door alerts me of your arrival.

When we are in the car you advise we are picnicking in the park and who is playing.

I know that your dinner selection is a surprise, so I wait patiently. We talk about our day.

We park, I get our "going to the park gear" from the trunk, and hand you the basket, a hint of it's contents doesn't go unnoticed, you give me your "don't even think about it" look.

We are in luck, our fav spot is open,we set up, set down, and you unveil our meal, complete with a split of wine,linen napkins of course, and even a candle.You advise that desert is on me, with a wink...

What I don't know is which of your fav deserts that will be?

As a woman I want a life partner that is strong enough to be themselves.

Someone that dares to look within, know and love themselves. You can't give what you don't have.

Men don't want to be lumped together and judge or labeled by the few. Why do it to women?

What a woman wants and needs is up to that woman.

Asking others basically says you are not interested in her for her genuinely. If you were would you risk getting the wrong advice?

Men can learn all kinds of intricate details at work, at play aka football/baseball stats, political details, years of events.... But you can't remember important dates, events or requests from the woman in their lives? It don't wash.

Woemen want to be heard, valued and sincere demonstrations.

Sometimes as easy as noticing her efforts and ways she demonstates the same to you.

Just my observation

I'm still giggling at my typo's in my previous post. Lol.

But on a more serious note....

Your friends are same as family. Your word is important part of your moral fiber.

Fakes & phonies are a turn of for you as much as for me.

You are romantic in your own way. It reflects your attention to the little things and nothing escapes you.

I strongly suspect your ring finger and index fingers are almost the same lenth. As mine are...

As a matter of fact we share a number personal traits, and enjoy those we don't.

What I don't know yet is if you have big plush slippers, or prefer thick heavy winter socks around the house?

Hey fntsy, break down the wirds that touch your heary and why. When you know you, it is easier to find him.

Yes fntsy, don't we find exactly what we are looking for?

Sometimes my posts have typo's, I'm on mobile web and can't edit, but I'm confident that those with depth will get my communica...

Best regards
Tabbs

Ahh, the new year has begun!

Your eyes and your heart are up for the new day as they come.

You are seen as "allusive" by many, yet to me captivating and embracing.

You have favorite passages of your own that you have saved like fine wine, and you know when to share it.

Those around you remark about your calmness. Only one with eyes that will see, will know of the opassion for life you behold. The one with ears that will hear, will know the rhythm of your heart beat in the quiet of the night, nor the full passion of your zest in lifes moment by moment experience.

What I don't know... Is are fire, air,wood or air?

Thank you fntsy6569.

Some wise one said "don't look for love, love finds you.

I'm a believer.

Happy New Year Everyone!

Hello TB,
You spoke indirectly, I'm not so.

But I'll respond.

No Sax, actually, more delicate hands upon the ebony & ivory. Maybe flute or harp accompantment...

No smoke filled room, nor broken anything.

Kahlil Gibran lends a hand to more accurately describe my "the secrets of the heart"

"Will you accept a heart that loves, but never yields? And burns, but never melts? Will you be at ease with a soul that quivers before the tempest, but never surrenders? Will you accept one as a companion who makes not slaves, nor becomes one? Will you own me, but not possess me, by taking my body, and not my heart?"

You may miss the message, but she won't.

She's neither jades nor shallow. She's comforted with depth and her perception.

We find exactly what we look and are ready for dear friend.

Your eyes speak volumes, your hand in mine cofirms your knowing. Words not need be spoken.

You are not always easily unstood,and that's okay.

You embrace your uniqueness.

You are comfortable with your born self, and absolutely your orientation.

But.... What I don't know... is your favorite cologne?