you may say i'm a dreamer....

but i'm not the only one.

when pure, wild, unadulterated fantasy 

tappity- tap-tapped upon your door this morning...

you let her in....right?

whewww.

what's that you say?

you spent the day

spinning laughter and raindrops 

into peony colored moss

which you dripped, like spun sugar

from the branches 

on the way into town

just because ...?

 i daresay,

 i like the way you think.

and then you ran barefoot to the pier

thrust your toes into the waiting surf

put sea shells in your hair

and watched for mermaids?

well?

ummm, that one....

indeed, 

she is a naughty thing.

lunch in the garden?

the wise old owls...

did they whisper their secrets?

did they tell you of courage and honor

and the secret ways to befriend dragons?

lazy circles in the sky?

yes,

grand ideas have a way of blooming

during flight....

and when she left...

....you remembered

what it feels like to dream?

then don't forget

cuz you're

xoxo~ m

all true souls are wild and free

 happy......

&

a great thank you 

to all who have fought battles

both big and small 

for each and every one of our liberties....

oxox ~ mrs m

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...it was a pleasure.

nighty night

m

hello again hello

my goodness

.....it has been awhile.

let's see
first there was our trip to bend,or

a town we unexpectedly fell in love with for it's

wild, rugged beauty

it's jaw dropping skys
it's majestic rock formations
its crystal clear streams
its local brews
its cowboys
and its off the grid vibe

everyone is this happy in bend

then it was a series of rapid fire work excitement

then wanderlust
and more food for my soul

but happy me, i'm back
and
i've missed u.

besos~ mrs m

far flung fri: up up and away

we are off on an adventure...

yipee!!

xoxo ~ mrs m

merci mr c

sometimes

i wish my eyelashes were camera lenses 

snapping images of our life together each time i blinked...

last night in particular

there were many such moments....

10 million besos

~ mrs m

whatever makes me happy monday: reflection

she looked at the calendar above her desk and let out a little gulp….

”why, tomorrow I shall be 35", she breathed.”

nonplussing those closest to her with her reaction to the 

mini milestone of a birthday,

the realization in fact brought with it a pinch of apprehension, 

a dash of “where has the time gone", 

a cup of anticipation 

and some aforementioned, rainbow colored 

fuckity fuck fuck sprinkles for good measure.

she turned off the coffee pot, 

turned on the news 

and listened with amusement as she was informed that 

evidentially there are now expiration dates on a women's ability 

to dress as they please…

leggings should be retired by 45

bikinis banned by 47,

stilettos substituted for sensible heels by 51,

and long hair makes way for the boring, conservative bob by 53,

but miniskirts.......35??

she shot a rather un-lady like finger in the general direction of the tv 

and made a mental note to stock up on mini’s

sitting with her hands wrapped around a cooling cup of joe 

she lost herself in reflection. 

and so it was several minutes before she noticed 

the two wolfs lying at her feet. 

when she looked at the dark wolf 

she saw cars and houses, titles and w-2’s 

and things collected for collectings’ sake.

when her eyes rested upon the white wolf 

she caught glimpses of people and ideas, 

feelings and connection.

 she looked at the dark wolf again, 

he was much closer now 

and she felt her belly tighten with worry over time and money, 

image and accomplishment, 

conformity and definitely about things like....

babies and birthdays.  

but as he pulled closer still she noticed his coat was mangy

and his torn ears. 

 her hand fluttered to her mouth.  

"ohhhh" she mouthed.

his lackluster eyes met her own and trembled.

the white wolf paced just out of reach 

but when she looked at him she could sense laughter and peace, 

simplicity and contentment, 

attitude not age. 

he was graceful and lithe 

and so close she could almost touch him... 

but as she stretched out her hand to caress the chalk white fur 

it was only her finger tips that grazed him and just for a skin-stant.

but that was enough…

a knock at the door

brought her back to reality.

she looked up at the calendar...

tomorrow she would be 

she smiled and made a promise 
that while she would acknowledge both wolves
 she do her best to feed the good one.

with that

she leaned out the window to see who had knocked

and laughed as she saw 

 2 furry tails slowly disappear around the corner.

kisses and hugs ~ m

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