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… Read More »January 17th, Dear Diary,
NocturnalReptilian
This is my open diary. I come here to write my thoughts.
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… 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… 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… 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… 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… Read More »I have to get out of here…
A-muse-ing…
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… Read More »A-muse-ing…