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This is my open diary. I come here to write my thoughts.

January 17th, Dear Diary,

It snowed last night. My favorite part of a snow storm is the quiet. There is a period of quiet during a snow storm that is so peaceful. You don’t hear any cars driving, no planes above. It’s the quiet before the plows come, before all the neighbors come out of their homes to clear their walkways and driveways. It’s the quiet where you can hear the sound of snow… Read More »January 17th, Dear Diary,

6 of Wands..Victory

Nope, not going to do it. Not going to write another cliché “new year, new me” post. Same old me here and why not? I like me! Ok, let me deflate my ego and get to what I really logged in to write about. Stupid love again (I’m laughing as I type that)… I’ve grown more and more impatient, because I’m so ready to be with someone again. The ready… Read More »6 of Wands..Victory

A little more trust…a little less control

New day, new thoughts. I went for my morning walk down by the water today. There was such a sweet scent in the air…it smelled like Christmas. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s the scent of burning wood and fresh baked cookies combined and it was everywhere I walked. It made me smile. Maybe it’s a reminder that life can be so sweet…or maybe I’m having a… Read More »A little more trust…a little less control

To love…or not…my heart’s on ice

He won’t tell me anything more…except that he’s a writer. His books are based on true stories such as crime, love, etc. It’s so easy for me to fall in love with smart men. It’s easy for me to get caught up in the whimsical romanticism and mystery of someone I barely know. His energy is intriguing…I feel myself being pulled in. I’m trying my best to resist. There’s someone… Read More »To love…or not…my heart’s on ice

Black hourglass sand

I find myself here again. This can be addicting. My thoughts no longer trapped in my head, finding ways to escape through portals of the hand. It used to be a pen in the shape of a key. Things change. Reinvention and renewal is essential. Making the old, into new. Is it possible? Is it possible to revive past relationships and is it possible for them to be new again?… Read More »Black hourglass sand

I have to get out of here…

Yesterday I ended my thoughts with how grateful I am for living in a new area, a new space, a new home that’s all my own. Today, I am starting off with how miserable I am at work. I don’t want to be here anymore. I remember feeling that way in my apartment. I was so miserable and I kept repeating “I have to get out of here” over and… Read More »I have to get out of here…


The smell of a fireplace going can spark a wild fire in my head. I am in need of more sparks in my life. More early morning walks in the cold. It’s crunchy grass weather. The clear sign that winter is here, or right around the corner. It’s almost been a year that I’ve been in the new house. I love this house. I love it around here. I love… Read More »A-muse-ing…