Love Has No Boundaries ❤

Well, here we are excavating exercise 27 over at The Sandbox Writing Challenge. This weeks one, for me is an emotional one. I remember it well from my first dig. The prompt this week is…….


If you were to give this baby (child) something you lacked early in life, what would it be?


Unconditional Love. And Protection. Period.

As an adult in my middle 50’s it’s still hard for me to wrap my head around it. The realization that your own parents don’t love and accept you unconditionally and failed at protecting you, is a hard pill to swallow, but swallow it I did. It took time, but I learned to accept it. In accepting it, I learned to forgive them. I have made peace within myself, knowing I was then, as I am now, worthy of their love. The fact that they can’t or don’t know how falls on them. Because they are my parents, I can say I do love them irregardless……………I’m also going back and ‘stealing’ what I wrote the last time. I know I said I wasn’t going to look back, but what I wrote then remains true today.  

Dear Little One

I promise you protection,
 To keep the monsters at bay.
Not hand you over to them,
Turning a blind eye all the way……

I promise you All my love,
You have my heart

I promise to hold you close,
Never will I push you away.
I want you in my life you see,
Because you are a part of me…..

I promise no comparisons,
Instead, embracing all
That makes you, YOU….

I promise to listen,
To hear what you have to say.
Not turning a deaf ear,
And walking away…..

I promise to encourage you,
To be there for you,
Because you Are Worthwhile….

Never to be thrown away
Onto the garbage pile


Prayers For My Little Man 🙏

Hey WP Peeps…asking for some real positive healing mojo and your prayers for my man Mason……after a very scary health scare right before Christmas that resulted in his being meEvacd to the hospital, it was found that he suffers from a form of children’s epilepsy..

He’s been such a trooper…the first meds he was on turned him into a Jekly and Hyde…violent outbursts….thankfully the meds have been figured out…….

Yesterday he was admitted for a scheduled 48 hour eeg……… DIL Brittany is an amazing mommy…There no sleep for the weary..

As for me….I’m grateful to be able to be here to help where I’m needed……today we came for a visit….

Puts things in perspective…….

Holding On To Dreams 🐴

This weeks installment of The Sandbox Writing Challenge wants to know What I’m holding on to from my past?! I’ve learned to let Let Go  of plenty over the years, this year being a biggie for me. As for what I’m holding on to……one thing that comes to mind is my Childhood Dream of horses. Ever since reading Misty Of Chincoteague, I’ve dreamed of having a huge ranch and horses…..or at the very least, visiting the little island in the story and seeing the wild ponies….






A pony is a childhood dream. A horse is an adulthood treasure. ~Rebecca Carroll~

That dream never left. Sure, real life got in the way, and that dream was pushed way back, to a small hidden place deep inside, waiting for rediscovery. Part of that dream has come true. I did get to visit the island and see the infamous wild ponies…..And now I get to see them everyday, as that visit turned into becoming a permanent resident of this little island. Ponies and living by the beach…It’s the stuff dreams are made of!!!

I don’t own any horses….yet. That part of the dream has yet to happen…… a little girl, my Dream Horses were The Palomino..





To many, the words love, hope and dreams are synonymous with horses. ~Author Unknown~


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A Buckskin


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A Dapple Gray


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My dream lives on!!!!!






“All horses deserve, at least once in their lives, to be loved by a little girl.” ~Author Unknown~


Fairy Tale Friday….The Elves And The Shoemaker 👞

There are variations depending on the rendition of the story.

A poor shoemaker and his wife need money to pay the rent. He gives away the last pair of shoes he has to a needy lady. He has leather to make one more pair of shoes. He cuts out the pieces of leather, before going to bed, so that he can sew them into a pair of shoes on the morrow. Elves come in the night and make the pair of shoes which he sells for more than his asking price the next day. He uses that money to pay the rent, buy food and more shoe leather. He feeds a poor traveler…….

He has just enough money to buy enough leather for two pairs of shoes. He cuts the pieces of leather for two pairs, and retires for the night. The elves come, again, that night and make two pairs of shoes with the additional leather. He gives away one pair to a needy person and sells the other pair to a referral from the first customer who is immensely satisfied……
He buys leather for three and stays up to find the elves making the shoes. The shoemaker and wife make clothes for the elves the next day, but the elves are freed when given clothes, so they leave, and the shoemaker and his wife never see them again.