Wandrnrose's blog: "Thoughts"

That which I have is far greater than all that I have not.

If you can learn to look past another's faults, to take a critical look in the mirror, to forgive and defend the ones you love to pick up where you left off, to clean up your messes and lend a hand to another to clean up theirs, to obey stop signs and ignore insults to never expect more than you deserve or take more than you give to turn the other cheek and try again to admit defeat without labeling it failure to sing when you'd rather cry to take care of business when you'd rather play to listen without interrupting to admit that you don't really know everything about anything to take the smallest piece to suffer without complaint and laugh without restraint you have found a far greater slice of sanity than the greater majority of the world and you don't need anyone to tell you who you are; your character speaks before you enter a room and when you are alone, you remain exactly you because you are content.

So I just returned last night from a weekend in Toronto.. what fun that was. :) I really had a great time.. it did wonders for my stress level. I experienced some great discount shopping, at some great Greek food, met some wonderful Canadians, danced 'til the morning and all around enjoyed my trip and I am planning on returning whenever I get the next opportunity. Nothing like leaving the country to put a new perspective on everything that's home.

We start along the footpath weeds crowd our feet a tender doe with limpid eyes darts across our path.. summer heat laps our breath and sweat runs salty trails along our cheeks.. we follow the cool into the wood as leaves nudge each other in quiet murmurs to dancing birds amongst silver branches crying, one to another in private conversation In envy we listen, their music ours We long to flee, just as they to the highest branches. Our hands entwine a mirror of ivy climbing the waist of solid trunks, the ground meets our feet with soft reply and scent of disturbed foilage. We sit by the brook her soothing tone lulls our souls and we laugh as she moves untroubled.

I'm sooo glad to be here with my sister and I am having a great time with her, but still getting over some nasty chest cold symptoms. The flight this time was uneventful and went without a snag, other than my license is expired so thank GOD for my voter registration card or I'd still be in PA. I renewed it here online yesterday (how did I miss the notification???) Well, it only happens once every four years (has it BEEN that long??)oy vey! We hit a sweet beach bar called the Elbo Room last night in Ft. Lauderdale and I danced solo for about two hours to a great band (who'd have thunk it?)I had a blast :) Just popping in to say hi and let you know I'm thinking about you all. Have a great weekend.

To those who look for me here and are sweet enough to stop by and show me love, I'm going to be leaving Thursday morning for Coral Springs, Florida and I will be gone until July 4th. I may pop on occassionally, but I suspect I won't spend much time on here. Have a great week and a half and I'll be back July 4th. Take care *warm hugs* and Love to all.

If the candle burns and floods the room with sweet light and aroma if the flower blooms and its petals flood the eyes If you scan the heavens and see the deeper blue there rests in the pure unadulterated portrait. To feel the sand and water beneath your feet and breathe cool air, it seems Nothing goes amiss. If all else is not The things these are The varied rythem of earth's beat and resonate at sunset, These exist; the claims of life.

Another year and I still miss you, the sweet song of your voice the things we'd say on the telephone. I never thought I'd lose the chance to say goodbye. You spoke about that rose; summer was hot and dew was heavy on the grass How could I know that our talk would become the last? You gave me life and taught me how to love you'd pen your heart on paper and I would not forget that words were a myriad gift a sweet and pure outlet. Love came in your eyes every time we met, life never seemed to change the special light they'd get. You know I'm more than I was then I wish that you could see, the colors of my life and what your girl would be.

The bulletin that I posted has taken this small Pennyslvania community by shock and knocked us to our knees. The implications of this crime both baffle and sadden everyone. An attractive 19 year old parties for 24 hours at a local bonfire. She arrives home to babysit. The mother of one of the toddlers; a woman blessed two years ago with a 20 month old daughter she has gone to fertility clinics to conceive, is a friend of the babysitter's 18 month old 1/2 sister who arrives to find the babysitter asleep on the couch with her crying sister in the crib. The mother asks if she is capable of watching the two children and lets her sleep another 1/2 hour and plays with the children. She wakes the young woman and offers to not leave the children with her. The girl reassures her that she can indeed watch the children. The mother cautions her to please lock the garage door when she leaves after closing them. A pond lies 150 feet from the doors. The babysitter lays the toddlers down to nap and falls asleep again. Her text message prior to laying down on the couch after coming home had been, "I'm done drinking.. I'm rocked." She awakes to find the children missing, and follows a trail of toys, the last ones these girls will every handle and sees them face down in the pond. She attempts to do CPR. It is too late. If she had it to do over again, the young woman would not be facing two accounts of manslaughter and felony charges of negligence. If she had it to do over again, the mother would have taken both children home and called off of work. Her arms would not be empty, and the young woman would have faced her underage escapade without the stain of two deaths to haunt her life until her dying day. If they had it to do over again, the people at the bonfire would not have served this young woman alchohol. The fault piles up and who is really to blame? All must share the responsibility, and carry this pain. The price is far too high. The choices screamed to be made, but were not. What can be said in the face of all of this suffering and loss but for "God, have mercy on us"?

It was found in her pocket a smooth, round stone such as one found along the water on the beach carried daily, oiled by her slim fingers. A memory of mornings on the bay. I held it tenderly as she would have, I knew its travel path A small, smooth stone; colors carried the ocean, cool like the bay waters. My fingers traced impressions, left by her and by the wash of the tides overlooked perhaps a hundred times in one passing day. I knew she favored it after loving, she put that stone away. And now it's mine, a shine oiled by her fingers and carried through each moon. It never was discarded, just relinquished far too soon.