Gluten Free Blueberry Pancakes

Gluten Free Bisquick

Organic Blueberries

Egg

Mix it all together!

Put it on the griddle.

Enjoy with coffee and you favorite breakfast guest!

Succulent terrarium

Easter Appetizers

Feta Cheese Truffle Balls (from Southern Living)

spirit on high

i’m back! with a baby! :)

Sorry y’all. I was out of the loop for awhile. Ariella Grace was born on November 28, 2012. She was 7 pounds and 7 ounces and 20 inches long. She was born with a head of blonde hair and blue eyes. A true beauty. She has a sweet disposition and loves to smile.

Ariella’s Nursery

Any

Clearwater Beach

dancing across the misty morning of solitude

silence is palpable

my tongue tastes twisted with alliterative alibis

alabaster aligns the concept of my creative endeavors

as i slip into a dreamlike maze of conciousness that

doesn’t quite seem to be my own.

i keep trying to remember something i cannot quite forget but have

absolutely not a clue why it teeters on my brain -

a slight image of a church or schoolhouse play

but i cannot quite latch the memory out of the abyss of thoughts and memories and dreams

that are webbed about my cranium.

i wake up and try to place it – what exactly just happened?

sigh.

 

torture

i read a chapter about suffering, suffering suffer -

how we entrap ourselves into this prison of pain

in an effort to, in order to -

to feel fortitude,

reawaken our spiritual path -

to enlighten our enlightenment.

i’ve always thought that when i’m in a tortured phase of life,

i feel more creative – writing and painting, even though sometimes

it comes out incredibly, awfully dark. but i want to remove it -

excavate it entirely from my body, separate it from my light.

i feel relief, satisfaction entirely, once I have written it out

even if then I rip apart the words and

burn the paper pieces into ash.

 

Happy Birthday to Jerry Garcia

Well I ain’t often right but I’ve never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in the song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me, What a long strange trip it’s been.