A Year Later….I Remember

Today marks 365 days…one year since he left. As I sit here writing, the Song, “In The Arms Of An Angel” has started playing. I BELIEVE

I awoke this morning, looked at our photo and said “Morning Husband” …. there was no sunrise as the clouds are low this day……so I lit some candles, got my coffee, reflected, remembered and started writing….

It makes no sense

How can it be

One year ago

You left me

A year long journey

Of twists and turns

Battles of emotions

My heart still yearns

For a life that is past

But there’s no going back

My journey is forward

You keep me on track

As I’ve come full circle

This year of firsts

Our Love lives on

My road, I traverse….

Where I end up

Remains to be seen

My story still unwritten

My future unseen…….


Went back through my journal, to read my entry for this time last year. I had taken a Soul stroll on the beach, came home, pulled out my paints and painted a picture of a tree…..I’ve since gifted that particular picture to someone I’ve come to love very much, who has been on the other end of the phone every week since Jim died…(Lady C )

Today, I painted another tree…..in memory of my Jim…..he colored my world and he still does from wherever it is he resides ❤💚💙💓💛

I miss him, every moment of every day….on this day, the last day of ‘firsts’, I will celebrate his life and our love……….

Tomorrow…….a new journey begins.


Art Journaling…Day 3

Today’s prompt: Most of us have answered to more than one name in our lifetime – be it a nickname, a pet name from a spouse/partner, or a name defining an important role in your life, such as Mom or Grandma. Create a page about one of these alternate names – whether you loved it or hated it.

I’m having a hard time pulling these together…I want to ‘feel’ it, but instead I feel like I’m falling into a deep black hole. As each day passes, the more lost I feel. I really Really dislike feeling this way……dealing with my grief along with the winter blahs is no picnic……anyway…..

My nickname….there are a choice few who’ve been calling me Sunshine for the past few years……my lights been dulled, but I’m doing my damdest to keep on shining ☀

The Beauty Of Her Soul

Is not free from scars.

It is littered with wrong turns,

Mistakes and broken promises.

The Beauty Of Her Soul

Was once tarnished and lost.

Robbed of all its luster,

Dulled of all its shine.

Yet, The Beauty Of Her Soul

Is like the rising sun.

Fueled with a burning desire,

To start each day anew.

The Beauty Of Her Soul

Is radiating from within.

Pouring forth with warmth and happiness,

Shining once again.


Art Journaling…Day 2

Today’s prompt: Think about a time in the past when you wish you’d had more information about the future. Maybe you wanted reassurance that something would work out (or not), or maybe there was advice you needed but never received. This can be about something super important or something fairly trivial. Write a letter to your past self from your current self. You can choose to write an entire letter, or just focus on a phrase or two.


With my heart wide open

And my soul aflame…

I am full of magic

And Possibility….

The light is lit from within
It’s time to set it free