The Day After The Snow…..A Haiku

What a difference a day makes…though cold, the sun’s been shining all day, and by the weekend our temps should be almost to 60!!!! YAY! In the meantime, I got my butt outside to take advantage of winter’s beauty ❄️

The Snow Has Fallen

Blanketing My World In White

Deafening Quiet


And here’s a few close-ups!

And a few more birds….

I Am living in the South? Right? This Snow Is For The Birds!

Mother Nature and her plans…..guess she figured we here in the southern states needed some snow…… me, personally, can do without the white stuff…I Do Not Like Winter…..with that said….enjoy the backyard shenanigans of my fine feathered friends…..

HEY SOB….pulled out the Nikon!!! 😄📸

My Backyard Meanderings….

It’s been a while since I posted any kind of photography inspired blog. Though I’ve missed it, my heart just hasn’t been quite ‘there’. Last evening, as the sun was setting in the west (which happens to be the way my home faces), I was curled up on my couch, which faces the east…..and was looking out in my backyard and was gifted this amazing view….needless to say, I bundled up (cause yes, ole man winter has us in his clutches once again!) grabbed my phone and captured these few pics……it never ceases to amaze me, how, when I’m feeling sad, nature finds a way to make me feel a whole lot better.

Nature helps heal and it inspired me to finish a little something I had started writing a while ago……my writing hasn’t been coming as easy as it once was, seems I lost my voice a bit along the way of this new journey…maybe, just maybe I’m starting to find it again?!

You don’t want me sad.

Dry those tears you say.

I’m working on it husband,

But the pain won’t go away.

In the meantime I will try.

I promise you this,

To take each moment as it comes,

And enjoy the views like this…….


And just for emphasis on the views…here’s a few more 😊

Revealing Reflection?

The Sandbox Writing Challenge-Exercise 1

You find yourself in a quiet room looking at your reflection in this beautiful old mirror. What do you see? Is there anything in particular you like about yourself? Is there anything you don’t like? Tell us about it.

This is me this morning. Tired and worn. I’ve aged quite a bit in the last 15 months. Sadness in my eyes. No real spark to see. Grief is not pretty. It’s taken it’s toll. This morning, this reflection, I see half the woman I once was. With Jim I felt whole. I see a lonely me.

With that said, it doesn’t necessarily reflect what’s hidden beneath this morning’s facade. There IS a spark lit behind the sadness. Inside I Am A Widow-Warrior. Determination resides in my heart. Some days there is even a real smile to be worn. Some days no tears fall.

What ‘mask’ will I be wearing later on today? Tomorrow? I have no clue……just like day turns to the ebb and flow of the waves, my reflection, along with my emotions, can and does change in an instant.

An afternoon, before the rain comes Soul-Stroll…and a tree-hug helps!

An Open Letter To Those Who Would Diminish My Fire…

This popped up in my DayOne Journal. I posted it 2 years ago today…….2 years ago Stephanie Grays’s words spoke to me…..and they still do. I Am, for all intent and purposes, my own worst critic..always have been. So I’m posting this to my own inner critic and doubter who still lingers within. I’ve made some strides over the years, but I’m now looking at some of these reminders of past posts with ‘new eyes’, new ‘feelings’ and ‘heart’.

an open letter to those who would diminish my fire.

To whomever seeks to diminish my flame — consciously, unconsciously, maliciously, or with the best of intentions (my beautiful shadow-self included),

Thank you for your attention. Thank you for wishing me well and trying to save me or put me on the right path. Thanks also to those with an envious nature and hidden resentment, who choose to shoot invisible beams of meanness my way. Thank you, as this adds fuel to my fire… and by the way, I am just fine.

My way may not look like yours. My way may look like nothing at all. My way may even look as if I am lost or floundering, but I assure you this is not the case.

My life is precious, encompassing the good and the bad. The hard parts are welcome just as much as the fun and easy stuff are. My life is plainly ornate, small in the biggest of ways, and full in its sparsity. My life sparkles from the inside out, and it suits me.

I have days when I feel weak and voiceless… I embrace them, for I know they will come and go. I have days in which I feel on top of the world and that I am the luckiest woman alive — these are a bit easier to embrace, but they will also come and go.

I have finally figured out that all of my life has purpose, and I will no longer try to sit on the things that I feel ashamed of or that feel uncomfortable. I will allow them to teach me something I need to know. I will acknowledge that they are there for a reason.

I will allow it all to unfold in the most sacred of ways at my cold and eager feet.

I have spent years cultivating the flame you seek to cover with your well-meaning dirt. You will fail. I am no longer a woman who can be broken and molded. I am a woman on fire, and I have things to say.

~Stephanie Gray~