Father's Day...

Precious Memories (arr. by Bob Dylan)

As I travel down life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.

Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears.

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

Happy Birthday, My Love...

"Husband"

Today is my husband's birthday, yet it is I who will be given a gift. And even though it is the same gift that I receive each day upon waking, it is still as special as if I were opening it for the very first time, just as I did some 18 years ago. His physical being is merely the wrapping which decorates this most precious bestowal--his heart, my gift. Though he asks nothing in return, save for my touch on his back as he drifts off to sleep, it is my daily affirmation to aspire to give from my heart as easily and selflessly as he gives from his.

I am grateful to my husband for providing me with a safe place to steal away, to catch my breath, to collect my thoughts and to, on occasion, redeem myself. His heart is my shelter and my salvation.

Today, I will celebrate the greatest gift ever given to me...my husband, my abundance, my joy.

If my heart could sing, this would be its song...

I Dare You Not To Smile

In honor of our 32nd Month Crappiversary, I thought I would post something that made me smile from ear to ear! Notice the red thread running through...the sweet little orangutan was also abandoned.

Isn't She Beautiful...

"...Beauty is that which attracts your soul... When you meet Beauty, you feel that the hands deep within your inner self are stretched forth to bring her into the domain of your heart..."

Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI by Khalil Gibran

It was LOVE at first sight and I was instantly attracted to its suptuousness, and its beauty was undeniable. So, I bought the offspring, the LOVEseat, of the velvety dream you see above. Since it's so close to Valentine's Day, I thought it more than appropriate to give the gift of LOVE to myself. I LOVED it the moment I saw it. Of course, before buying I ruminated (for two weeks) on its virtues, fantisized its figment in my imagination, sought the counsel of wise women, received the blessing of my husband (as always) and finally, sealed its fate today. She will grace my living room in mere moments. My heart can hardly wait.

Painstakingly created for all those waiting...

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Music: Long Lost Child by Mindy Gledhill
Compilation: By Glinda, courtesy of Google Images

All roads lead to China...

I say this because every now and then--when my mind is open and I am receptive to allowing the light of hope to stream into my heart through the tiny cracks of my beleaguered facade--I am blessed with a small kernel of salvation. This one was left for me like the others I have found on this preeminent pathway to parenthood.

For those of you who were here in the beginning, before my laconic approach to blogging set in, you will no doubt remember my love of Joan Baez. You remember, the love that was gently planted in my heart by mother. I know not any other artist to whom I can listen and never grow weary of hearing the same song, the same words, the same music, over and over and over again. With each repetition, I hear a guitar chord for the first time as the warmth of a nostalgic breeze travels down my spine. Most of the time, it's just me, Glinda, Concert of One. But, every now and then, I sit quietly by my mother's side and we exchange smiles and hum in unison.

For those of you familiar with my writing know that I often write in nuances, so you will get this one and understand the title of this post. To wit, the name of the song Joan is singing below is "China." I never knew this song existed until recently, when I bought tickets to Joan Baez's concern in Boston (which is this weekend).

I am being led on this path by a familiar hand.

Weaving A Dream...

She is my "longed-for palace"; some day my soul

will dwell in the warmth of her smile.
~~Glinda