tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76917060080450870112024-02-20T09:21:29.717-06:00Cecelia's PlaceArt, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature
Furry Friends, Gardening,Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-83942967318143717692019-07-15T19:20:00.000-05:002019-07-15T19:20:09.538-05:00Been a long time since I've been here. Might need to catch up a bit. Maybe I will... soonCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-18437738603988107922012-03-30T17:03:00.000-05:002012-03-30T17:03:05.787-05:00Oops! My Mistake LOLA thought while vacuuming yesterday...<br />
<br />
If I learn to laugh at my mistakes...I will never have another day without laughter.<br />
<br />
If I learn to laugh at your mistakes....it's even better<br />
<br />
If we could laugh together...it just couldn't get any better that....<br />
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CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-56944304362762741922011-03-06T18:48:00.000-06:002011-03-06T18:48:02.307-06:00Undying LoveTaller than the tallest tree,<br />
yet graceful as a gazelle,<br />
Mother Earth flows into the false dawn.<br />
<br />
Morning mist caresses her feet.<br />
Low clouds halo her head.<br />
Her voice calls soft and sultry.<br />
<br />
Father Sun jumps the horizon,<br />
Rising high to glimpse her beauty.<br />
He knows her needs.<br />
<br />
A bridge between earth and sky,<br />
Warmth and light follow her<br />
On her journey across the earth.<br />
<br />
She pauses and winks.<br />
He sighs the colors of love as he<br />
Melts into the horizon.<br />
<br />
Soon they will meet again<br />
On another shore<br />
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CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-20572768766154796802010-12-16T16:57:00.001-06:002010-12-16T16:58:41.797-06:00Journey to LifeEach day we walk into the unknown,<br />
Our journey marked not by time, but<br />
By seeds scattered along the way.<br />
<br />
Path's well worn, many feet have trod.<br />
Once buried stones bruise tender soles.<br />
<br />
Nature's bounty tempts, entices!<br />
<br />
Colors and textures promise more.<br />
Intoxicating, almost remembered,<br />
Smells tease heightened senses.<br />
<br />
Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;<br />
Thorns rip, blood drips absorbed into the soil.<br />
<br />
Sticky seeds, burrs attach to body and soul.<br />
<br />
Blended from other paths,<br />
Seasoned clingers begin their fall,<br />
Burrowing into a new “found” home.<br />
<br />
Now leaving behind..<br />
Changed landscapes, travelers yet to come,<br />
<br />
We journey to the next unknown.<br />
<br />
CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-48835609223153485792010-10-18T20:44:00.002-05:002010-10-18T20:48:16.498-05:00Forever MinePeople come into our lives<br /><br />Some... a brief time together<br />Others ..build a life forever<br />We own only moments shared.<br />They are ours because we cared.<br /><br />Forever mine,<br />My moments, my life<br /><br />I close my eyes, breathe deep.<br />Hear your sweet voice, I weep<br />So close.. your essence grips,<br />Laughter lingering from your lips.<br /><br />Forever mine,<br />My moments, my life<br /><br />No one can take them,<br />No one can change them,<br />Moments to forever be<br />I am them, they are me.<br /><br />I shall hold them close,<br />Walk with them everyday.<br />They are forever mine,<br />to light my way.<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-58691095050526073662010-10-11T11:49:00.002-05:002010-10-11T11:55:28.597-05:00From Across the RoomDon't know where the time has gone....seems like yesterday but here we are 31 years together and 30 years married October 20. Looking forward to the next 30...LOL<br /><br />FROM ACROSS THE ROOM<br /><br />From across the room our eyes lock in a knowing stare,<br />One that asks: do you come here or do I go there?<br />There's a stirring as I gaze into those deep dark eyes,<br />Warming, pulsing, creeping now into my squirming thighs.<br /><br /><br />Eyes! Those Eyes! Oh! I dare not move or look away,<br />Drawing me to the place I know I'll want to stay.<br />I feel your touch that sparks the flame of flesh and soul,<br />One that leaves me trembling, breathless beyond control.<br /><br /><br />The room dims as time melts, so does my heart,<br />I wonder if this will end, or is it just a start?<br />God! I love your smile; the rest I just adore.<br />Minds come together as if we've been here before.<br /><br /><br />As he stands and walks my way, my heart leaps into my throat.<br />“Ready to go home, honey? I'll get your coat”<br /><br />Cecelia 2009<br />30 years and countingCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-23631152238184929602010-09-10T22:42:00.002-05:002010-09-10T22:45:59.105-05:00The Spirit DoorI enter with reverence the forest deep. <br />A long ago place, my ancestor's keep.<br />Breathing comes quickly as my heart pounds,<br />Mind spins, feet no longer feel the ground.<br /><br />I am in the forest, the forest is in me.<br />There are no limits; my body is set free.<br /><br />My eyes meld with the forest floor.<br />I have walked through the spirit door.<br />Flower petal soft is my new skin.<br />Mushrooms sprouting, new life to begin.<br /><br />My nose and mouth now a sponge of flavor,<br />Filled with forest smells and tastes to savor.<br />The spirit breath blows gentle though the trees,<br />Cool, dry, warm, humid, caressing me.<br /><br />Was invisible, melting with all around.<br />My mind starts to spin, my feet now touch the ground.<br />My body will remember the forest deep,<br />And this long ago place, my ancestor's keep.<br /><br />I am in the forest, the forest is in me.<br />I am First People, First Nation, my ancestry.<br /><br />Cecelia<br />Inspired by Michele Andree LemieuxCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-59720009878808803492010-08-07T11:08:00.001-05:002010-08-07T11:10:12.646-05:00Heart's PathYour heart can<br />take you places<br />Where your feet<br />can't get you out.<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-81523391104021666072010-07-23T01:09:00.000-05:002010-07-23T01:12:15.622-05:00Westward Toe!I want to lay on a beach <br />My splayed toes facing west.<br /><br />I want to watch the sun set.<br />Only this time I want to see<br />Colors more vivid than <br />I have ever seen before.<br /><br />I want them to trickle slowly <br />into the water, mirroring back<br />Their brilliance as they move<br />Slowly toward the shore.<br /><br />Yet this time...I don't want to just see them.<br />I want to feel them, the reds, blues, purples, <br />All the glorious hues, as the water swirls <br />around my welcoming body.<br /><br />This time seems more important to <br />Remember.....Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-5146500534200352122010-07-17T14:14:00.002-05:002010-07-17T14:17:14.978-05:00Child in My HeartChild in my heart, come out,<br />Come out, wherever you are.<br />Bring back my dreams so<br />I may wish upon the star.<br /><br /><br />The star of long ago...<br />Life was shiny and new.<br />All I needed then...<br />Love to see me through.<br /><br /><br />That was before...<br />Jack came tumbling down,<br />When I was a princess<br />With a golden crown.<br /><br /><br />That was before...<br />Humpty Dumpty had his big fall.<br />I was so smart...<br />Thought for sure I knew it all.<br /><br /><br />I've learned not to kiss a frog,<br />And step on a crack.<br />I've learned to live for today,<br />And not look back....<br /><br /><br />Child in my heart, come out,<br />come out, wherever you are.<br />Bring back my dreams so<br />I may wish upon the star.<br /><br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-6548561474283397412010-07-06T08:48:00.001-05:002010-07-06T08:50:03.610-05:00The Lonely RoadThere is a road of darkness.<br />I will sing to you its song.<br />It is a song of sadness.<br />Where you don’t sing along!<br /><br />Its melody plays<br />In my mind and heart.<br />I dance alone,<br />Separate and apart.<br /><br />It is a road of darkness.<br />Where all signs read depression.<br />With its many twists and turns,<br />The objective is possession.<br /><br />There is a distant call.<br />I hear a voice. I see a face.<br />But the dark road holds me<br />Locked in its embrace.<br /><br />Its melody plays<br />In my mind and heart.<br />I dance alone,<br />Separate and apart<br /><br />Yet<br /><br />In that distant somewhere<br />A star is shining bright.<br />A child’s eyes will search the skies<br /> A child’s heart will find the light.<br /><br />***<br /><br />*“Star light, star bright<br />First star I see tonight<br />I wish I may, I wish I might<br />Get the wish I wish tonight"<br /><br />One of the first rhymes I learned in childhood.Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-74953100614568959762010-07-03T08:10:00.002-05:002010-07-03T08:17:27.497-05:00Party Time!I wrote this last year but wanted to repost again this year, just in case you missed it then...<br /><br />Party Time!!<br />Soon it will be the 4th of July The lake will be crowded with those seeking rest from their daily grind of work and home.<br /><br />They will party..drink, play music so loud the trees and water vibrate. They will camp out, cook out, leave their trash behind. They will fly boats with skiers in tow. There will be children, laughing and swimming, just having a good time as they should. There will be no thought given or reverence for the meaning of this holiday.<br /><br />Soon the fireworks will start. From dusk until two or three am every night the sky will light, the fire crackers will pop, the rockets will whistle and burst sending glowing burning embers across a blackened sky. They will cheer and whistle, ravenous for more and more, having not a clue or interest in what they represent.<br /><br />We will be behind closed doors and windows waiting for this to pass. Every year it is tough, some tougher than others. War leaves scars, deep scars, that never go away. Physical ones will heal. The others, buried deep are inoperable.<br /><br />You learn to live with them and for the most part it works..Until.....<br /><br />My husband built radio relays in Viet Nam in 1968/69. For 18 months, he did his job like so many of our brave servicemen. They were bombarded with incoming that lit the sky and whistled past their ears, if they were lucky. They dealt with the feelings when they lost their comrades or so they thought... They dealt with the feelings when the sky lit up and they dove for cover or so they thought... Every year it comes back and we are prisoners in our home dealing with the incoming and overwhelming need to seek cover. I refer you to my poem Space<br /><br />Once our children thought it was hilarious because daddy dove to the ground when a car backfired. We took this opportunity to sit them down and explain why this happened. They learned because of men and women like their dad, they had the opportunity to live in a safer world. They have gone on to serve their country... and their children are now serving..one in Afghanistan, one has returned from there and is in Alaska.<br /><br />It's time we take a look at the invisible wounds they bring home, what they endure for the rest of their lives...and know that you don't have to duck and cover because they did that for you.....Cecelia<br /><br />This is for all the troops, from all countries that serve to make this world a better place for us to live.Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-23749260446435785012010-05-22T17:09:00.002-05:002010-05-22T17:13:30.631-05:00How Can I Tell YouIn the country meadow now by choice,<br />Unable to resist that purest voice,<br />The one that sings of a spirit set free,<br />Who beckons and calls, “come to me”.<br /><br />How can I give your mind wings to fly into the breeze,<br />And to feel the sun and rain that brought me to my knees?<br />To my knees in reverence at the sounds , tastes and smells,<br />And to the place where hearts rejoice and my spirit dwells.<br /><br />No city sounds….<br /><br />In this place there is only the symphony of creation,<br />Invisible movement brushing in sensuous flirtation.<br />Time passes quietly; minutes become blissful calming hours,<br />Just watching a swaying dance between grass and flowers.<br /><br />No city tastes….<br /><br />In this place there are no pizzas or burgers and fries,<br />Only grassy blades and flower stems beneath blue skies.<br />There is no hunger as contentment fills the soul.<br />It’s fills as the newness of first love taken for a stroll.<br /><br />No city smells….<br /><br />In this place there is the smell of heaven’s sweet perfume,<br />The scent of fresh cut flowers in your mother’s sitting room.<br />Wafting through the air, pungent odors tantalize and tease.<br />It’s Mother Earth’s aroma therapy and guaranteed to please.<br /><br />I learn more each and every day<br />Just no way to tell or words to say…<br /><br />…for…<br /><br />How can I tell you how it feels to be<br />Held in the palm of all eternity?<br /><br />Cecelia 2009Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-52729622234304647262010-05-17T14:12:00.004-05:002010-05-17T14:23:45.644-05:00Where Do You Go?<span style="font-weight:bold;">Where do you go when there is no place to go?</span><br /><br />Do you sail from the port of emptiness,<br />Blown by the winds of destiny,<br />Riding the waves of discontent?.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">When you bought this boat...</span><br /><br />There were dreams of sunny weather,<br />Blue skies, blue waters, warm breezes<br />teasing your hair, kissing your skin.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Spirit lifted, you flew to the sun!</span><br /><br />Angel wings for sails....<br />Sails of wonder fill your head<br />With destinations and ports ahead.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Now you ask yourself...</span><br /><br />Is this the forever-after...<br />The forever-after that flat-lines<br />Into an endless horizon?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Change course, GPS new ports of laughter ?</span><br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-8470131319489970452010-04-25T07:09:00.003-05:002010-04-25T07:14:12.684-05:00YesterdayYesterday was bright sunshine,<br />Cool temperatures, just a little<br />Breeze drying a dampened spirit.<br /><br />Yesterday was pure happiness,<br />Being outside, enjoying the simple<br />Pleasures of touching Mother Earth.<br /><br /><br />Yesterday was the biggest chocolate<br />Bar I have ever seen. As bit by little bit,<br />I savored each bite........<br /><br /><br />Yesterday melted into a grateful mind.<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-28973368454852039652010-04-19T13:53:00.003-05:002010-04-19T13:59:44.848-05:00Journey to LifeEach day we walk into the unknown,<br />Our journey marked not by time, but<br />By seeds scattered along the way.<br /><br /><br />Path's well worn, many feet have trod.<br />Once buried stones bruise tender soles.<br /><br /><br />Nature's bounty tempts, entices!<br /><br /><br />Colors and textures promise more.<br />Intoxicating, almost remembered,<br />Smells tease heightened senses.<br /><br /><br />Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;<br />Thorns rip, blood drips absorbed into the soil.<br /><br /><br />Sticky seeds, burrs attach to body and soul.<br /><br /><br />Blended from other paths,<br />Seasoned clingers begin their fall,<br />Burrowing into a new “found” home.<br /><br /><br />Now leaving behind..<br />Changed landscapes, travelers yet to come,<br /><br /><br />We journey to the next unknown.<br /><br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-67868395042375801142010-02-23T18:23:00.001-06:002010-02-23T18:26:29.575-06:00Sometimes Lovers, Sometimes FriendsHow many times will I look across a crowded room<br />and you are there?<br />How many times will I walk around a corner<br />and you are there?<br />How many lifetimes will I have to live before<br />you are no longer there?<br /><br />Reasons? Seasons? Beats the hell outta me!<br />What have these encounters taught me.....? Ha!<br /><br />You would think by now<br />.....To be careful with my heart.<br />You would think by now<br />.....Not to look into those eyes.<br />You would think by now<br />.....To take a deep breath and run.<br /><br />Yet I don't and won't......<br />My soul knows yours...... Oh! So well!<br /><br />My ears know the sound of your voice calling me<br />.....I respond<br />My fingers know every line and curve, ache to touch<br />.....I reach out.<br />My eyes recognize the spark, shining through yours<br />.....Promising eternity.<br /><br />Sometimes lovers, sometimes friends,<br />This time both.....<br /><br />I close my eyes, wondering.....<br />Is this the lifetime it will end....<br />Or will the promise of eternity<br />Always be ours?<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-30866787241960038372009-08-04T22:21:00.004-05:002009-08-04T22:27:08.432-05:00This Mother's Heart!My soul prays not for victory;<br />I beg open and unashamed<br />for the healing of souls,<br />making no need for war!<br /><br />A scream of agony sears as<br />it rips though the soul.<br />Another echoes back from the<br />opposite side of the world.<br /><br />Their mother's heart rips, bleeds;<br />Tears spill the blood of their soul.<br />Their beloved children gone....<br />No longer to be held to their breast<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Remembered....</span><br /><br />The smell of their hair and skin<br />wafting upward as the milk of<br />life is exchanged!<br /><br />The first smile...the one that lights<br />the world and changes night to day<br /><br />The tiny fingers wrapping around fingers,<br />tethering to the heart. A bond never to be<br />broken even in death.<br /><br />So many dreams..now never to be fulfilled<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Understood....</span><br /><br />Real human issues...both sides.<br />Desperate needs, anger, mistrust,prejudice<br /><br />Greed of nations, egocentric leaders,<br />using the life blood of our sons and<br />daughters to rip this bountiful world<br />of ours apart for their own desires<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">NEGOTIATE FROM OUR HEARTS....</span><br /><br />We are ones who know the REAL price to be paid<br />It is within the feelings of our hearts a solution can be found!<br />Please, just try....for the children..<br /><br />Mothers of the world..<br />Cecelia 2009Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-35565495115743088722009-07-30T14:44:00.000-05:002009-07-30T14:45:42.548-05:00Come Hold Me CloseWhen the heart is heavy, the feet are slow.<br />Come hold me, hold me close,<br />Tell me that you love me, but mean it though.<br /><br />Tell me of the joy of us in the here and now. <br />Come hold me close, make me believe. I don't know how.<br />Love me for who I am, can you see good in me?<br />Can you rejoice in the idiosyncrasies?<br /><br />Body and mind ache from the wanting of your touch,<br />I lie wide awake thinking... this is all too much.<br />Close my eyes, dreaming of what I dare not believe,<br />Knowing how to give, not knowing how to receive.<br /><br />Can you make love to me with your heart, not with lust?<br />Melt into my soul and body, teach me to trust?<br />Whisper softly in my ear, locked in loves embrace, <br />Cast all my doubts aside, the long ago erase.<br /><br />Lift me up, be my eagle, wings bestow <br />Come hold me, hold me close,<br />Tell me that you love me, but mean it though.<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-63382771999158579752009-07-30T14:29:00.001-05:002009-07-30T14:32:07.985-05:00From the DeckDestiny is pondered as the sun<br />melts into the colors of life.<br />A painting spread across rippling<br />water mirrors joy and strife.<br /><br />The breeze is warm and soft, yet<br />A chill runs down my spine.<br />In the distance a bell tolls;<br />I wonder if it could be mine.<br /><br />Who is in control of this time or date?<br />Is it ME or IT that decides my fate?<br /><br />CeceliaCecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-80906509647337464632009-07-30T14:24:00.003-05:002009-07-31T07:51:04.892-05:00How Can I Tell You.....In the country meadow now by choice, <br />Unable to resist that purest voice,<br />The one that sings of a spirit set free,<br />Who beckons and calls, “come to me”.<br /><br />How can I give your mind wings to fly into the breeze, <br />And to feel the sun and rain that brought me to my knees?<br />To my knees in reverence at the sounds , tastes and smells, <br />And to the place where hearts rejoice and my spirit dwells.<br /><br />No city sounds….<br /> <br />In this place there is only the symphony of creation, <br />Invisible movement brushing in sensuous flirtation.<br />Time passes quietly; minutes become blissful calming hours,<br />Just watching a swaying dance between grass and flowers.<br /><br />No city tastes….<br /><br />In this place there are no pizzas or burgers and fries,<br />Only grassy blades and flower stems beneath blue skies.<br />There is no hunger as contentment fills the soul.<br />It’s fills as the newness of first love taken for a stroll.<br /><br />No city smells….<br /><br />In this place there is the smell of heaven’s sweet perfume,<br />The scent of fresh cut flowers in your mother’s sitting room.<br />Wafting through the air, pungent odors tantalize and tease.<br />It’s Mother Earth’s aroma therapy and guaranteed to please.<br /><br />I learn more each and every day<br />Just no way to tell or words to say…<br />…for…<br />How can I tell you how it feels to be<br />Held in the palm of all eternity?<br /><br />Cecelia 2009Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-81884465044913722802009-06-28T19:23:00.009-05:002009-06-30T19:55:12.183-05:00Party Time!!Soon it will be the 4th of July The lake will be crowded with those seeking rest from their daily grind of work and home.<br /><br />They will party..drink, play music so loud the trees and water vibrate. They will camp out, cook out, leave their trash behind. They will fly boats with skiers in tow. There will be children, laughing and swimming, just having a good time as they should. There will be no thought given or reverence for the meaning of this holiday.<br /><br />Soon the fireworks will start. From dusk until two or three am every night the sky will light, the fire crackers will pop, the rockets will whistle and burst sending glowing burning embers across a blackened sky. They will cheer and whistle, ravenous for more and more, having not a clue or interest in what they represent. <br /><br />We will be behind closed doors and windows waiting for this to pass. Every year it is tough, some tougher than others. War leaves scars, deep scars, that never go away. Physical ones will heal. The others, buried deep are inoperable.<br /><br />You learn to live with them and for the most part it works..Until..... <br /><br />My husband built radio relays in Viet Nam in 1968/69. For 18 months, he did his job like so many of our brave servicemen. They were bombarded with incoming that lit the sky and whistled past their ears, if they were lucky. They dealt with the feelings when they lost their comrades or so they thought... They dealt with the feelings when the sky lit up and they dove for cover or so they thought... Every year it comes back and we are prisoners in our home dealing with the incoming and overwhelming need to seek cover. I refer you to my poem <a href="http://poetrydances.ning.com/forum/topics/space-1">Space<br /></a><br />Once our children thought it was hilarious because daddy dove to the ground when a car backfired. We took this opportunity to sit them down and explain why this happened. They learned because of men and women like their dad, they had the opportunity to live in a safer world. They have gone on to serve their country... and their children are now serving..one in Afghanistan, just barely 20, another still training..just 17 years old.<br /><br />It's time we take a look at the invisible wounds they bring home, what they endure for the rest of their lives...and know that you don't have to duck and cover because they did that for you.....Cecelia<br /><br />This is for all the troops, from all countries that serve to make this world a better place for us to live.Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-2035794843609148062009-05-11T12:20:00.003-05:002009-05-11T12:57:40.841-05:00Gentle Grace<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv197%20/Cecelia070/My%20Art/?action=view&current=GentleGrace1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv197/Cecelia070/My%20Art/GentleGrace1.jpg" alt="My Art" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">With quiet beauty<br />and gentle grace,<br />you kissed my hands,<br />and washed my face.<br /><br />You took the time<br />to brush my tears,<br />holding me close,<br />calming my fears.<br /><br />You were the rock<br />on which I stood ,<br />Made me believe<br />I really could.<br /><br />All that I am<br />and hope to be<br />Came from the love<br />you gave to me!<br /><br />Cecelia</div>Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-12645458709308423612009-04-20T13:00:00.003-05:002009-04-25T22:33:33.246-05:00This Wonderous Place!This Wondrous Place<br /><br />New growth sprouts shiny and bright green.<br />Last years fallen leaves now nourish the<br />Earth, supporting the never ending cycle.<br />...life, then death, then life again...<br /><br />Yesterday I walked with Mother Earth and<br />Father Sun. As they shared their secrets<br />And treasures, I felt, as never before,<br />The warmth of oneness with everything around.<br /><br />I tasted the alpha and omega of the sweet<br />Forever soil. I smelled pungent odors from<br />Wild flowers and those pesky little weeds.<br />Begging forgiveness, I dug them from my bed.<br /><br />What a wondrous place, this world of ours!<br /><br />Father Sun's dawning light opens the curtain.<br />At dusk he gives up his full glory as his<br />Melting rays of color bow to a darkening sky.<br />The moon and stars mellow a blackened night<br /><br />Mother Earth shares bountiful harvests, food<br />For our bodies and beauty for our souls. Then<br />When our time has passed as the fallen leaves,<br />She covers us, once more to begin the cycle.<br /><br />…....life, then death, then life again......Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691706008045087011.post-30252637385938425752009-04-14T17:19:00.012-05:002009-04-20T12:36:17.669-05:00Forever Friends<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What began in dawning spring, now is winter's night. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Come walk a ways with me on my journey to the light. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Take my hand; we'll just walk and talk a while. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We'll be forever friends, go that extra mile. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lots to share and lots to tell... that I am for sure. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'll tell of hopes and dreams, memories to endure.<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I've traveled so many paths, with many a hurt and sting. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Seems like minutes ago, but it was early... in the spring. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know where the time has gone since way back then. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lots of trouble sorting things out .. the where.... the when. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I remember summer, the warm breeze blowing through my hair, </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Laughing memories, “did this”, “did that”, as my life I share. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There were hard times, pain beneath a heavy load. I agree! </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yet there were the times of beauty as far as you could see. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was in the fall, as leaves turned from green to rust, gold, red, </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I took a soulful look at the wandering paths I'd tread. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">At times, don't always know the best way I should go. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I get lost! Lose my way...take paths piled deep in snow. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Winter is the greatest challenge, if truth be told . </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My head says spring; my body shivers in the cold. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Now I see a turn ahead, one veering to the right. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I know that's your way; I must go toward the light. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Perhaps, beyond that unknown space of where and when, </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Our paths will cross, then merge, and we'll be friends again. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Until...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cecelia</span></span></p>Cecelia's Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960620697156523192noreply@blogger.com3