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I need to paint with my brush, a brush to use to paint. We name it a brush and you use it to create as we call it our paintbrush….
» Posted By Jeanne On 09.17.2009 @ 7:25 pm
I use a paintbrush with everything i do.
» Posted By Jeanne On 09.17.2009 @ 7:24 pm
my Dad used to smoke while we were asleep. waking up to a closed off throat was always hell – johnny carson jangling from the tv. going up front and begging to put it out.
» Posted By jeanne On 09.01.2009 @ 5:01 pm
On a path that meanders through time, desperately trying to guide your way. But through it all there are forces that lead, things that guide. This is fate.
» Posted By Jeanne On 08.30.2009 @ 5:05 pm
Able to inspire and guide. A teacher is the link between a still mind and a moving river. A bridge that each student can walk across to reach a better place. A good teacher will teach and learn.
» Posted By Jeanne On 08.29.2009 @ 9:41 am
I looked at the Caged lion.. pacing… swaying.. It hurt. I could feel the anguish of incarceration. Held to this place of no escape.
I wanted to open the cage… free my friend. only…
» Posted By jeanne On 08.27.2009 @ 1:44 pm
I live in this place with the wet trees and damp house. A habitat not pleasing to some and yet a dream come true for me.. The feel of the damp against my skin… wet ..moist… refreshing. For some the drown of it is overwhelming .. for me I hunger for the wonder of.. I dive deep..
» Posted By jeanne On 08.25.2009 @ 5:27 am
I look through the bars at the children in the yard.. I yearned to feel the simple pleasure of being young and not attached to responsibilities that willl load up over the years and the innocent play of youth will be gone … and
» Posted By jeanne On 08.24.2009 @ 7:35 am
hot,sticky,sun.sweat,frizz,rain,steam,drops,clouds summer days fun wet
» Posted By jeanne On 08.03.2009 @ 4:07 pm
Some people just have to drive. Driving can make you feel awesome. If i had a car anytime someone was yelling or arguing in my house, i’d just drive off and explore my state. Driving also gives you a sense of independence and allows you to transport your self. yay
» Posted By jeanne On 07.29.2009 @ 11:05 am
Something I am not. Not trained in anything but to try and please others. sucks.
» Posted By jeanne On 02.25.2009 @ 3:58 pm
The kings crown was not gold, or silver, or any other precious metal. It was not a crown of thorns. He was the only one who knew of its existence, though the wizard who gave it to him of course knew as well. No one could see it, but the king knew it was there. It would forever mark him as what he was. It was his invisible emblem of greatness. But what is greatness if no one knows of it’s existence? That was the question he faced every single day. His life was unknown, yet he was king.
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.13.2008 @ 10:57 pm
The ground was covered in a mantle of white, and Dresden was freezing his ethereal rear off. Being a Ghost of Christmas Past was no fun at all, really, because the present was so much more interesting than the old dusty photo albums of the past.
» Posted By Jeanne On 08.23.2008 @ 2:31 pm
something free in the world….a thing of beauty, coming out of nowhere, needing nothing but to add to the beauty we perceive in our daily lives….giving and asking noth
» Posted By jeanne On 09.14.2008 @ 4:36 pm
If you throw a ball underhanded it will never travel with the same velocity of an overhand pitch. When you throw a ball overhand you get to engage muscles in your shoulders that assist the forward thrust of the ball. You should practice this technique and compare results on a daily basis. Youwill see results in just a week. Any baseball stadium will clock your results and you can see the improvements. It is very gratifying.
» Posted By JEANNE On 09.01.2008 @ 10:45 pm
There was a traffic cone at the end of the road. I needed to get in the next lane but there was no opening. My breaks were out and I had to get over but when I finally swerved I ended up wrecking. There was blood everywhere…was it mine?
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
I felt the waves roll over me as I floated on my back.. A naked ship destined for deeper seas. My sails full out ready to be taking
to new shores.
» Posted By jeanne On 01.04.2010 @ 9:58 am
Virtual is a word of our time, but why on earth would anyone want to experience something virtually. Honestly, isn’t it better to fully experience something with all our senses, to fully engage in life.
» Posted By Jeanne On 11.13.2009 @ 7:26 am
I used the bedcovers as a shield against the cat claws.. Love the kitty .. hate the claws. he roamed all over my covered naked body. Purring his joy.. it was good for me.
» Posted By jeanne On 11.05.2009 @ 7:10 am
trotting on the back of a horse through woods and coming to aclearing. a large feild with birds flying away as the horse trots into the middle of them sending them swirling into the air. sliding off the horse to lay down in the field and see what kind of shapes the clouds make while the horse stumbles to the river to get a well deserved drink.
Sun is shining and the breeze is blowing throught he trees making a lovely rustling sound as i lay dreaming in the heat.
i COLLECT THE HORSE AND WE RIDE BACK INTO THE WOODS, leaves kicking up as the horse slowly meanders along and I lazily
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.15.2009 @ 4:00 pm
I wore shoes instead of boots on one of the coldest days in the desert. I felt as if my shes were egg cartons and at any moment my feet would crack open under the hard cold ground. Yet the the shoes had inner covering which saved my toes from being frozen. The cold in the desert is not the same biting cold you feel in the North.
» Posted By jeanne On 10.29.2009 @ 5:11 am
I wore shoes instead of boots on one of the coldest days in the desert. I felt as if my shes were egg cartons and at any moment my feet would crack open under the hard cold ground. Yet th
» Posted By jeanne On 10.29.2009 @ 5:09 am
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I went to the stall to see harriet.. she is going to have a baby.
I worry for the smallness of her.. I want to be there when dad
helps her.. I love harriet. don’t die harriet
» Posted By jeanne On 10.21.2009 @ 3:50 am