I have many gifts of which to share talents found so often rare From mountaintops to still blue sea nothing stand apart from me Except Love
With pen and ink I spent my time inking out some silly rhyme From knights to flowers I will write of all the things I dream at night But not love
Write will I of a cowboy’s steed or a princess who’s in desperate need Or maybe a brook so clean and pure or a tall oak tree so strong and sure But Not My Love
Why so hard to write of love as gentle and loving as a dove Does it hide, does it care or was it always present there Not Love
Someday soon I will meet a girl who will set my lonely hear awhirl Every moment I will take to write about my love and a starlit night For my love
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 