…or sunny blossom charm? 💙 No matter how we may call it, the small blue squill flowers were shining beyond gorgeously in the early March sun in this small bouquet… to which I also added a dash of sweet snowdrop wonder. 💚🤍 It was a breezy Saturday, two weeks ago, only about 10 … More Starry Blue Magic… – for Esther’s Writing Prompt & Terri’s Flower Hour
“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear.” ― Mark Twain whenever life’s meandering road leaves small pieces of dream down the path while shaping the circle within the square within your heart’s inner sun time’s curves bend as though to remind you of the way all is light … More Heart of Courage…- for TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge #48, Esther’s Writing Prompt & Sadje’s WDYS
“The silence was an intense roar.” ― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums red throbs in a moment deeply mixed with white heat a warm embrace like the moon’s glow so cold true lies from a far closeness leaving a definitely maybe rippling behind stars’ dust © Nicole Sara Mirror Cinquain (2 4 6 8 2 … More Definitely Maybe… – for TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge #47, Esther’s Writing Prompts & Sadje’s WDYS
Has been and Will be Forever softly entwined Magically dance With the stars in all our dreams Twinkling away in our hearts ~ “The imaginary is what tends to become real.” ~ * It is just our mind, The fidgety gatekeeper, That holds the gold key To the timeless bridge called Now Where … More Anew… – for TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge #46, “New Beginnings Puente Poetry”, 01/06/2026 & The Flower Hour #12 Photo Challenge
Wishing everyone Happy New Year, 2026!… May the new year be joyful and bright, and may it turn your beautiful wishes and dreams into reality, that you carry deep in your heart! 💖 These past weeks I have taken quite a few photos all around the house, part of the winter holiday frolic… … More Happy New Year, 2026!… Cute Happy Meows & End of December 2025 Photos for Brian’s “Last on the Card”
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of … More Starry Steps Creations… and my “something else” timeline
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