I’m different.

If you’re looking for a gentle breeze that’s not me.
I’m a gale force wind that clears the way for change.

If you’re looking glass of wine and a warm fire that’s not me.
I’m three fingers of Irish whiskey and a bonfire burning bright.

If your looking for a sweet moldable woman that’s not me.
I’m strong willed and opinionated and sure of where I’m going.  

If your looking for a pretty perfect princess that’s not me.
I’m wild flawed I dance with my Demons then sing them to sleep.

Like I said
I’m different.

May you dream and dream big.
Dreams do come true.

May you sing your own song Loud and Proud.
Someone is listening.

May you dance to your own music alone if need be.
Dancing by yourself is better than not dancing at all.

May you find your true beauty and beauty in others.
For you are truly beautiful.

May you seek and find your true worth.
Because in your true worth you find your true strength.

May you find true love and experience true friendship.
If you are blessed, they can be in the same person.

May you seek and find Gods best for you then follow it.
Remember your best my not be Gods best be open to that.

May you watch over each other and speak the truth in love.
It’s nice to know that someone has your back.

May you always be there for each other.
You are my tribe and you are strong, beautiful and well Loved.

Death has come calling, do I let him in.
Should I greet him as I would a
Long lost friend?
Death has come calling what do I do.
Do I stand do I fight.
Do I see it through?
Death has come calling this pain is so great.
Do I fight.
Or
Do I simply set and wait?
Death has come calling.
But he’s not my friend
He’s just the fastest way to an eventual end.
Death has come calling I won’t open the door.
I will stand. I will fight.
I will tell him no more.
Death has come calling.
But I’ve turned him away.
I will stand I will fight.
I will live another day.

Your light I’m Dark.
Your clam and peaceful.
I’m a bit wild and rowdy.
You’re a city boy.
I’m straight off the farm
Your beer I’m Whiskey.
You’ve been chased by a rooster.
I’ve turned a rooster into a hen with one swift kick.
You deliver the goods.
I deliver piglets.
You work. I play.
You’re a saver. I’m a spender.
How we work. I don’t know.
But we do.

I’m different this I know
I live my life differently
I write poetry,
I love whimsical slogans
but
I’m rooted in responsibility  Grounded in place by obligation
unusually passionate
a champion of the underdog
with
a strong desire
to love and be loved
seeing others in need breaks
my heart
but
l’m also self destructive
I can be bitterly jealous
I take unnecessary risks
I love blindly
I constantly throw caution
to the wind
and
as the Irish would say
I find myself in a fine kettle of *****
usually of my own making
so
to combat my faults, flaws and dragons
I have a simple rules
keep my mouth shut!
never voice my discontent
and
keep my demons and dragons caged  
I’m a wild creature that out of necessity has been domesticated
so
that she may walk freely in the world
but for a kiss
i have broken these rules
and
i have given my discontent a voice
Set free the dragon
who in turn released the demons
who now crave what they have
long been denied ................ love
but
for that kiss I would die a thousand deaths.

He danced on water to the rhythm of the waves spinning and twirling in the arms of time.

She craves his warmth his light, giving herself to him they moved with the tides in the dark of night.

Separated by time and space doomed to meet but twice a day fore she is night and he is day.  

Two lovers who will always be, separated by land and sea, touching twice a year far but ever near.

He’s her sun shining bright, shes but a reflection of his light, shining for the world to see


the magic true love can be.

Free to Love
Where do I to start, in March 2019 I started a journey.
I wanted to be open to what life had to offer.
I wanted to be healthy.
But the biggest change I wanted to make was to be authentic.
I wanted to speak my truth I wanted to be known for myself.
Not as a wife, mother, teacher, counselor all around fix it women.
Although I am those things I’m so much more.

I’ve spent so much time trying to be what everyone needed,
I’d lost myself.
So, I set out to find me……I never expected to find love.
I’ve found true love the kind that won’t break your heart.
The kind that is not dependent others,
I’ve   learned   to   love   myself.
I have spent my life tapping that feeling down, fearing it was unattainable, unsustainable, unrealistic, unreasonable and disappointing.

I learned at a young age love is painful.
So, to avoid pain I closed and locked that door.
The only love I embraced was the love for my children.
Falling in love with me has opened a whole new world.
I feel as if I’ve been set free.
Free to write, to be brave, to be emotional, to be spiritual, to explore. Free to experience the world.  Free to embrace my wild.

But the freedom I hold closest to my heart is the freedom to love.
Not just myself, but others.
For the first time I’m truly open to love.
That wild, amazing, magical, wonderous, awe inspiring, feeling of love.
I can honestly look at myself and say well done.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Being born in the USA
I have the freedom
to remain silent.

But being Irish
I don’t have the ability
to remain silent.

I love storms.
The promise, of thunder.
The possibility, of lighting.
The sound of rain on a tin roof.
The rush of the river.
The music the rain makes as it dances in puddles
In an attempt, to lure us out to play,
The sound of the wind in the trees,
There is no symphony greater,
No music invokes such emotion.
Sadness happiness all rolled into one sound.
The Allegra and Crescendo of the rain.
The flute sound of the wind as it whistles through the trees.
The bass sound as the river rushes the banks
.
The storm menu always the same
Fresh bread and soup.
The smell of bread baking and simmering soup,
mixed with the scent of smoke
and crackle of the fire
set a mood.
Curling up on the couch with a good book
and three fingers of whiskey.
Lost in the music of the storm,
the warmth of the fire,
the scents of fresh bread and simmering soup.
Together
They create an atmosphere, of
peace and contentment.
Oh, how I love a good Storm.

I don’t love you.
because you love me
but in spite of that.

I don’t love you.
For what you can give me
But for what I can give you.

I don’t love you.
Because your beautiful
but because with you I’m beautiful.

I don’t love you.
because your smart
but because loving you is smart.

I don’t love you.
Because my reality is that
I adore you.

Never in my wildest dreams,
would I have believed that I’d meet;
The Ying to my Yang, my soul star.
Let alone my twin flame. or
“My soul-mate.”
See I don’t believe in soul mates.
I’m not even sure I believed in true love.
And most definitely not love at first sight.
To me love was action a verb something you choose to do.
I didn’t believe, that it was more than vague emotion or action.

And then you walked in the room.
I didn’t realize that Love was and is tangible.
It is a physical reaction to someone.
It’s involuntary uncontrollable and quite often painful.
It’s a slow smoldering fire that burns from the inside out.
The fire flares and radiates out of your body.
Up your spine warming you until you walk outside
hoping for a blast of cold air.
It sends small shocks to your fingertips
forcing you to reach out and touch the object of your affection.
Not even in my wildest dreams would I have believed in soul-mates.
But I do now.

I’m a little crazy.
See I’m a dancer, not a good one
but a dancer just the same.
I dance when I’m happy, sad, ******,
cooking, shopping, reading
I dance setting in my seat laying in my bed.
I’m the crazy redhead dancing in her car,
you get the picture.
Like I said I’m a little Crazy.