The Wind What Blows
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:23 PM in Children & Parenting Dreams
This is the wind what blows, he said, & it lives in a jar in my bed & his eyes were big with the knowing of all that.
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Leaves of Music
She seemed to move everywhere dancing & music followed her like leaves on the wind.
Illusion of Control
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Graduation Inspirational New Year's Personal Growth Retirement Top Ten
If you hold on to the handle, she said, it’s easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it’s more fun if you just let the wind carry you.
His Laughter
The first time his laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.
Her Laughter
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Birthday Children & Parenting Family & Relatives Friends & Neighbors Inspirational Mother's Day New Baby Top Ten
The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.
Hidden Twin
He was always a twin but he kept the other one hidden under his Stetson to protect her from the sun & the wind & the stares of startled people.
Favorite Places
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Dreams Inspirational Romance & Relationships Travel & Moving
I’m not that good at being a tourist because I’m always looking at the way the light shines in your hair or the way your dress opens to the wind & my favorite places in the world are places filled with you.
Favorite Things
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Humor & Whimsy Personal Growth
My favorite thing is the wind, she said, & my second favorite is chocolate but I just do that so I don’t get too skinny & blow away
Deepest Secrets
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Graduation Humor & Whimsy
O no, she said, you can’t say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do & also you must not use the letter i.
Belly Dancer
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Children & Parenting Family & Relatives
The singing on her belly dance records reminded her of the cattle auctions she used to go to with her grandfather & she would sing along softly, fourfiftyfourfiftyfour seventyfivegorgeous gorgeousgorgeous myohmy, she would say & then she would raise her hands above her head & ripple her body like trees in the wind.