Posts Tagged "Heart" by Tolovemoon
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When I was born....
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3 yrs ago
In Germany these are the clothes that I may have worn.
I could hold onto material things... But it's really from my heart that the memories sing.. Treasures can come and go.. But if I dont let go, how will I ever grow. I am doing just that... Rather than having boxes stacked. I will have a image to remember I will add it to my scrapbooks of when I was born so long ago in the month of the December.. |
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If only I could fly...
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3 yrs 5 mos ago
I took a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh..
I heard the news today that almost made me cry. Grandma is not well.. I can only ask or wonder why.. Looking for ideas to go along with my business sales.. I need to work harder.. This will get me farther... I am on my way Grandma To spend some quality time together... Big problems will be turned into problems that are small.. Time will run out one day.. There are many things I want to say. I don't want to miss another chance.. I wish you wherent so far away.. If only I could fly, I would do a happy dance... Grandma don't give up yet... Its scary to even bet. I know you have 100 years.. You always have had that mind set. I can't stand to face these fears... If only I could fly... I will play this perfect song for you I write.. A gift from the heart. No reasons to ask questions why.. Life |
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Searching for answers in my heart...
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3 yrs 5 mos ago
I keep finding these shapes that fit the part..
Weather its natural or something I created as art. I have done a lot of thinking. Many times I forget that issues or problems are in ones' chart. I thought that I was failing. I reviewed things again right from the start. Its like the song called "Let it be" by the Beatles. I talk to the star or the moon in the sky for answers.. I ask for the blessings and the miracles.. Things become clear to me.. I write to study the examples.. Focus on what I need to see.. All the pieces work from within the puzzles.... Let your heart be free! Peace! |
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A reminder left by a true friend...
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3 yrs 7 mos ago
A friend that understands without pretend.
Trustworthy and loyal to the bitter end. This is a statement that I would like to extend. My thoughts into this are deeper than my heart to recommend.. If the world is going to be at peace for all the world will mend.. Then start to comprehend. Maybe a little more time should we spend.. Start something new or go somewhere just to attend. Remember people that are in your life with a message you send. If someone argues, believe and defend. All that is around us is defanetly godsend.. This heart and message also goes out to two friends, one friend knows who she is cause she left the heart behind, and the other is a top notch, marvelouse, and fantastic artist! If you haven't yet seen her work, check it out artsysf Peace Tolovemoon... |
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This is my heart...
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3 yrs 7 mos ago
In the sky wondering where to start..
Half way there, but not in the middle shows me half part.. I must be a worrywart.. Thinking I want to write like this maybe for just art.. I enjoy many things like I do my sweetheart.. Surely the beneifits of trying may make me a little more smart.. I may need to find a direction to restart. In any case my children hear new words daily while dreaming in the clouds from my heart... |
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Chocolate....
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3 yrs 10 mos ago
Mmmm its good for the heart!
Wrapped in foil are these rose buds made of milk chocolate and the rest is history :) Before my youngen swiped one a half of dozen.. With 5 left to pose for this image, they will taste good and not be forgotten :) Can you tell chocolate is my weakness...Maybe thats why I cant sleep tonight :) |
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Something from with in.....
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3 yrs 12 mos ago
When I look into my childrens eyes,
I can see that their soul is so alive... They are so tender with innocence. The world around them is so big and magnificent. They are filled with wonder they dont know that they could stumble. The only thing that scares them straight Is some threatening sord of way. The same kind of way that I was raised. Though I know I had this same kind of soul I dont think my mom knew how to scold. She only done what she ever known was to teach me right from wrong with an object that hurt so bad but not as much as the tone in her voice that had a threatening force. I remember her temper when she said I was bad. I didnt know what she meant I started feeling sad.. With my freedom of innocense, my carefree |






