Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, March 24, 2018


I scrunched my pillow and held it tight
as if I was kissing you good night ,
only to wake with the morning sun
and dreams of sweet delight.

I smiled as I whispered your name
even though it sounds a bit insane,
with wishes of true happiness to
quickly infiltrate your day.

Time takes to passing by
like a ship caught up at sea
and I find myself daydreaming
you here with me.

I scrunched my pillow and held it tight
as if I were kissing you good night,
only to wake with the morning su
and dreams of sweet delight.

The season we call spring is not cooperating this year as temperatures are in the below normal range. Though the birds especially the golden finches are molting and getting their golden color of summer. Wish I was ever so optimistic as I stay hidden under the blanket a little longer this morning. I need a push or pull ... as the rooster calls out for breakfast.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

You and I

Singing silly songs, 
dancing as if you're
in my arms,
starting each day
with a smile. 

Snow is on the ground
more is coming down,
by noon it will have
melted away. 

Singing silly songs
dancing as if you're 
in my arms,
starting each day 
with a smile.

Thoughts of you and I
caught me by surprise,
as the sun took it's
place in the sky.

Singing silly songs
dancing as if you're 
 in my arms,
starting each day 
with a smile.

Your love in my heart
warms like a fiery star,
as I dance the morning

Singing silly songs
dancing as if you're 
 in my arms,
starting each day 
with a smile.

Binging on dreams with
a rainbow of memories,
arching across the
heavens high.

Singing silly songs
dancing as if you're 
in my arms,
starting each day 
with a smile.

Holding you in away
where no words are needed to say
how much you mean to me,
directed by my very own dreams.

Singing silly songs
dancing as if you're 
in my arms,
starting each day 
with a smile.

Feeling oh so glee,
my pillow and me, 
dancing on the clouds
passing by. 

Cup of Tea

The more siblings you have, the more you have to lose and the more heartache you feel.There was a big age difference between my brother and sisters and I. They were all much older or younger and more times than not caught up in their own world. Which really made me feel at times like an only child.  I know that life and death is not unique to anyone person and that everyone at one time or another has to say goodbye.  No matter how many years have passed I can't help but miss them even if they didn't attend my tea parties. 
I don' t know why my mind has been drifting back to childhood. I guess in ways the early years somehow guide us in the present. I have always had this fascination with china dinnerware. I guess like most little girls , pretending to have tea parties is pretty much the norm. But somehow you don't always lock in the many memories but a few stand out , almost as if they have become a permanent fixture in your memory bank.
In the old houses in the city, the basements or at least one of the rooms use to be dirt. My father spent a lot of time in the basement, where he set up shop and worked fixing television sets and other random electrical items. When he wasn't working he had a ham radio and would talk to people in different languages from all over the world. I found that even at the young age of six the magic of it all to be quite fascinating. Not always understanding what he was saying or what the people on the other end of the ham radio said, it still seemed special in some unusual way. I would set up my table with various china that didn't match. The china dishes my mother no longer wanted and I would  pretend that I had guest from all over the world.   The guest which was usually my baby doll sat on the other side of the make shift table. That was my first experience with the pretty dishes that not everyone thought was so special.
For some odd reason that visual, the curtain that separated the two basement rooms, the atmosphere, the little table set for a tea party and  the imaginary world that I created all blended with the sounds of various languages and are as clear as the first time I heard them.
 On holidays I feel like that little girl as I set the dinner table in a formal way. My daughter always says , " It's okay if you decide this year to use paper plates."  I don't think she gets it or understands the simple joy I feel when hosting. In away whether for a moment or an hour nothing else matters than pleasing the people who have come to share in my world.
I turned a basement into a palace, cardboard box into a dining table, a dirt floor into carpeting and miss matched china into a party. I created a world where I was queen for a day or at least for the moment.
So back to reality. I went shopping today and picked up a few for me items, one being my polka dot muck boots....oh I will be feeding the chickens in such class...lol. Or at least I won't be sliding down the hill with the feed and watering bucket.
When it comes down to it we are never guaranteed tomorrow, so in this format of blogging I want to take a moment and  express my love ...forever and a day or is that to the moon and back? That is the coolest thing about writing, when we are long gone, the words will live on.  The documentation of heart and soul to define a beautiful love story. Pouring you a cup of tea...

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Happy First of Spring

It is official the calendar date has us celebrating the first of spring. Of course the weather isn't cooperating as well as the animals , birds and flowers  as they go about as if their wasn't any snow on the ground. As I walked the gardens I could see crocus in bloom , daffodils and tulips 8 inches above the ground, birds gathering twigs to build their nest.. My first view of the ever so welcomed Red Robin, who was bobbing about the lawn looking for worms. Actually it's not the warmth that causes all creatures to head out in celebration of spring. Flowers, trees and yes birds and animals base all that they do on light. Ah yes the days are getting lighter longer.
We have conquered winter and have entered a new season. Anxious to open the window and doors to bring in fresh air, instead await another snow storm. Of course it is a here today gone tomorrow kind of snow.
As I booked events to work, it was as if I was racing time. The problem with that is time always wins and with each day we are that much older. Sometime I take a moment to look back and some years seem like a haze is over them. But never the less I continue down this path of crazy. There were times I had to tell myself to " stop and smell the roses."  There is a lot to be learned from nature. One can learn how to weather a storm, bloom when skies are gray and yes teach us about life and death. There is as they say" a time for everything. "
Today though grateful I am not necessarily celebratory nor melancholy but rather indifferent. I want more proof spring has arrived beside the catkins on the willow trees. I want warm weather!!! I want to complain it is so hot , I need a fan on.

 Your Lips from Mine

We are here together,
on bright and cloudy days,
to share in our love and in
finding our own way.

Hearts and souls bonded,
mountains that fade away,
brings with it a pleasure,
making life feel like a warm
day in May.

Smiles that can't be broken,
hearts that dry up the rain,
souls that live on forever,
forever and a day.

Dreams that cast my love
visuals that light the day,
in a dance in the kitchen
to steps of our own ballet.

Touching without reaching,
feelings hold you by myside,
a kiss sent via the heavens
to your lips from mine.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Celebrating Devotion

I can't believe how long it has been since I started developing skin care. The first product I ever made was "Devotion the Love Lotion"  It was the first product I took to a trade show and sold out of . Two more years and I will be celebrating my 20 th Anniversary of Devotion Love Lotion. There is a bit of Irony to making a skin care product that enhances romance to a woman who actually lacked romance. Time has taken me on quite the journey. Raising children, the struggles and of course the highs that come with creating a product and knowing so many people enjoy quality and fun in one product. I look back and wonder what I could have done differently ...but we know how the woulda, coulda , shoulda thing works out can't change yesterday only improve upon it for tommorow. This is like an infomerical This is one of the youtubes we did , though we did alot of unprofessional advertisements lol. Well part of growing with the business I guess.
I really don't don't know what had drawn me to this , other than a survival mode. You do what you have to , to make life work. I see life separated into quarters. Young and foolish, mother and wife and than a period of time where I was just me, without thought or expectation , just myself. I think about who I am now, most of my customers call me Autumn and yes Autumn is a big part of Rachel. The memories , the experiences of a lifetime.
Sometimes you look back and you think if I could have done things different.It comes down to "if I knew than what I know now." I am not sure why the swell of tears surfaced at this moment ,it wasn't always an easy journey and many times though I believe in choice , I do believe a lot of what happens is out of our hands and yes belongs to destiny.
Puzzles are interaction each piece interlocking. That is how I feel about the opportunities I have been granted and the people I have met , they interlock and find a place within my heart.
My son recently bought me a quill pen as a gift. As I dipped the pen in ink and began to write , I thought about how we are different to different people. Family, mother, sister,  friend, customers, acquaintance, lover and the impact that leaves in everyone, like an imprint on our soul.
As difficult as life can sometimes be I am ever so grateful for everything that I have been blessed with, because on the contrary the" glass is half full. "

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The young dreamer ....

Sunday, March 18, 2018

When I Need You - Luther Vandross

When I Need You
Leo Sayer
When I need you
I just close my eyes and I'm with you
And all that I so want to give you
It's only a heartbeat away
When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
Miles and miles of empty space in between us
The telephone can't take the place of your smile
But you know I won't be travelin' forever
It's cold out but hold out and do I like I do
When I need you
I just close my eyes and I'm with you
And all that I so want to give you babe
It's only a heartbeat away
It's not easy when the road is your driver
Honey that's a heavy load that we bear
But you know I won't be travelin' a lifetime
It's cold out but hold out and do like I do
Oh, I need you
When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And you're right here by my side
Keeping me warm night and day
I just hold out my hands
I just hold out my hand
And I'm with you darlin'
Yes, I'm with you darlin'
All I want to give you
It's only a heartbeat away

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Think Spring, Think Love


It is as if winter is tapering off in its merge into spring. Waking up to snow in the morning to find it melt by midday. Even so I have had my fill of the wintery white stuff. I know that spring is near I saw the first of the robins bobbing for worms and the crocus have popped through the ground in bloom.  It is staying lighter longer and willow tree is in bud but with all these little reminders I am still anxiously awaiting the warm sunny days of spring.
It was an extremely quiet day and I spent it doing some cleaning and cooking and lounging. Though I have felt as if I accomplished much. I prefer to stay busy it not only keeps my hands busy but my mind  as well.  It is a Styx music moment " come sail with me."

It is quite the revelation
formidable shadows of will,
to gaze upon the heart
in a moment so frail.

The souls interpretation
delicately woven thru life,
from one soul to another
the words left to recite.

The yesterdays of silence
reigned upon the night,
until I heard the whispers
like a song bird singing in

The heart seeks in solace
a comforting embrace,
the calm of the heavens
in our own special place.

The script indelible
can not be erased,
written in the heavens
and followed thru the day.

The dance upon the clouds,
where you and I entwine,
heart and soul together
till the end of life.

Share in all the laughter,
wipe away the tears,
no days of darkness only
light of love appears.

Unlock the gates
the masterpiece revealed,
as two hearts came together
to form a protective shield.

No signs of heartache
nor pain of memories,
for the joy of love has
written its only stories.

Gaze upon the galaxies
of a cool and clear night
and know that I am with
you for the rest of my life.

Happy ST. Patricks Day

Since I can remember music and sound had been used as away to calm and relax. My father was extremely music oriented and love to sing and dance. I guess that is where I got my love for dancing in the kitchen.  When I was a child and had a difficult time sleeping he would place his pocket watch under my pillow and I would fall asleep to the sound of the ticking. To this day sounds are still very instrumental in my moods. My father would say I was very sensitive and I was never quite sure what that meant. But as I matured I found that I am in tune with my surroundings and that sounds and music can either lift the spirit, excite it or calm and relax. I guess that is where the old adage came from " music soothes the savage beast."The computer placed a world of music at my fingertips from ethnic, folk, classical , oldies and a wide array of music.
I have fond memories of sitting around the campfire singing and Tommy belting " when Irish eyes are smiling." I have made a habit of personally selecting memories that bring the most amount of joy. I thought I'd write my own song for us.

The morning foggy
and skies are dark
and the owl hooting
strayed from a far.

Each morning surprises
with all life can bring,
when I started dancing
and began to sing.

The mountains high
and the rivers deep,
couldn't keep your
love from me.

I reached thru the darkness
with heart, soul and mind
and out of the blue came
the love of you and I .

Paradise is all it can be,
when you hold my hand
through the night to my
morning day dream.

La, la, la my sweet.
La, la, la my love,
we took on the earth
and the heavens above.

La, la, la my sweet.
La, la, la my love,
we took on the earth
and the heavens above.