Hey ya all....

I know I have been pretty sporadic....sorry. Just trying to fit all of it in....and unfortunately with the good weather ( you know when you now have tons of yardwork to add to the already long list) well, something has to give....

Busy busy day, hurry up and wait....you know, the ususal....after the 12 hours, I was driving home....unwinding, enjoying the coolness of the night - did you all see the same moon I did?....beautiful orange crescent....breathtaking and very drawing.....as I drove home and she lit my way....the beach beckoned, so home I ran to get my offering, candle and light. Have you ever just realized you cant NOT do something? That you will be off kilter if you don't follow thru? Now, a single woman should not be in our beach part of town at night by herself.....but well dang, those kinds of things never stop me....I just try to be 'aware' and careful. Bad guys should not stop good people from living their lives (fantasy land here) and I really want to say thank you to the two officers that spent over an hour behind the mill....never mind patroling the drug infested neighborhoods....nooooo that might cause them to have to do some dreaded paperwork....or work....sigh, any way......I did my thing....found the right spot, went out onto the beach, and did what I needed to.....I feel so much better....

I hope you all have a safe and wonderful fourth of july!

ok blogging friends, I am looking for your opinions - nothing is right or wrong, and no, I am not writing a book.

I would like to know, what is your opinion of marriage?

Do you think marriage an antiquated ritual?

Are you married? and if yes, is it happily married (be honest, you can pm me if you want)

If your not married, are you living together?

And for all my gay and lesbian friends, if your state recognizes marriage by two same sex partners, have you tied the not? if not why?

Thanks all!

The widow's walk

Again she finds herself alone…
He is gone…
To one of his other loves…
A passion he could never leave…
She thinks of him…
Is he ok
Is he lost forever
Will he be coming back
Will she win?
She climbs the stairs again
Each step brings a memory
Of him, of them….
The secrets, the passions,
His touch, his scent
Each time the phone rings
She hesitates to answer
Every visitor at the door
Makes her blood run cold
At the stop of the steps she pulls the door
The cool damp air takes her breath
She looks out over the slate roof….
She wantonly searches the horizon…
White caps on an angry ocean
But no signs of him…
All she can do is wait
And hope
Tomorrow she will again visit
The widows walk