I dream about the flowers in the spring and the gentle little birdies on the wing Now its hard for me to think of these when the north wind really makes you freeze but when you’re near, you make my poor heart sing.
If ever there was a girl to make me smile I would want to be beside her for a while The little things you say and do make me want to be with you ’cause you make me feel as happy as a child
Now what exactly am I trying to say as I writ in this slightly poetic way I want you here by my side and my love no longer hide to tell you that I love you if I may.
I hope you’re not offended by this prose but I feel you are like a delicate rose Never to be cut or tied nor under covers should you hide for our love would not be happy lest it grows.
I have been called many things on my journey, Professor, White Wolf, Rainbow Warrior and Spirit Walker. I had a blog on blogger.com for a number of years. I think the last post was when Papa passed back in 2012. I had also written for World Wide Hippies online mag for a year or so and even won a Golden Note for online writing. I got burned out writing and decided to stop for a bit. The only writing I did was comments on things I shared on Facebook. Unfortunately, that often got into a lot of angry and ugly talk. I try to maintain my cool, but there are just some unreasonable people out there. I found it emotionally and spiritually draining.
I saw my niece's blog on here and thought that maybe it was time to resurrect Thoughts On A Cloudy Day. These are my thoughts and meanderings. You can accept them or walk away. I hope that in some way, these thoughts can spark other thoughts and sharing by people around the world. My dream is to make the world a better place for all people.
My heart to your heart, one hear, one spirit.
Thoughts On A Cloudy Day 