... because one person dared to care.

As I prepare to retire for the night I lay here counting my blessings. One particular one is so filled with energy that it gives me hope, reason and love without expectation... Good Night

Autumn's Boutique: Past, Present, and Future

The Precious Threads of Life

When my children were experiencing or when I  had expectations I would always think back to when I was their age. It is amazing how much we know and what we dwell on or how we see the world. As kids we would say it doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to know what makes the world go around. We separate ourselves from the animals and all of nature and the universe itself by our ability to speak and comprehend as well as by our emotions and yet it does not alter our vulnerability to life itself. My mom would say that "everyone has a number "and no matter what we do, we can't interfere with fate. But what we do have the ability to do is direct our energy in a positive way while we are in this body, on this journey in this life time. My life has been an upheaval of emotion, some would say drama. You know that everyone has at least one good story, a journey, characters, experiences and a outcome that will become their legacy. If everyone understood that we are not responsible for other peoples actions only our  own and if everyone took responsibility for their own actions in a positive way, how much better the world would be.life is so precious from the moment we are born, to each breath we take, to each choice we make. We have been empowered with the ability to change the world and a life in the most miraculous way. I use to tell my children that they each had a very special gift and just because they haven't found that gift within themselves, doesn't mean they don't have it. Sometimes people go a lifetime on earth not realizing what their gift is and others seem born knowing.
We are separate and yet joined in unity and surrounded by the framework of a masterpiece. I thought about the tears and what they represented and it was obvious that they were the exteriors presentation of our most internal thoughts.We cry for many reasons for the silence of the soul, for the darkness that takes hold and sometimes for that which we cannot change. Just as many people will say they can see my heart through my eyes or smile, I can see hatred and evil in others. It makes you think from early on we are like a well programmed computer and our later actions are the reaction to what we absorbed throughout our many years on earth.
I have always had a problem wanting people to think like me. It is like you spend your life looking for that person who understands you, loves you for exactly who you are and views you completely from the inside. Love is so pure and so perfect that it can embrace in away that is warm and wonderful and healing. It reminds me of a set of books I read, where the young woman spends her life trying to find her people, where she belong or fits in. I don't think that the bond has to do with the exterior but more with the soul itself. I do think that there is a connection from one soul to another. It has been said that stories passed down even those which seem fiction based have some truth to them. Actions that go against the soul lead us down the wrong path and sometimes it takes a lifetime to redirect it and set it on the right road to our place in this world.

The Precious Threads of Life

It is true our time is limited from
the day that we are born and no
one lives forever in this body that
walks in its earthly form.

We know not where it leads us,
nor how long or far we shall go,
but we are aware that the clock
is ticking, always fast and never
slow.

So precious are the threads of
life in which we have the needle
to sew and a tapestry begins to
form and like the winds a story
flows.

Chapters of sorrow, a few of
despair, but I linger on the
positive pages, the ones
when you are here..

I don't quite understand it,
yet it is obvious to my mind,
that the moments when you
are with me, is when we
stop the hands of time.

The gift is in the moment,
free of struggles and of fear,
full of joy and magic is when
our love flows through the air.

An Autumn Adventure

It was our first adventure into Harrisburg and this is the tree we decorated with facial scrubs, soaps and miniature shopping bags. There were so many people and I can't remember the last time I saw so many vendors and people in one location. One step forward with the Autumn Skin Care and if nothing else it was great exposure. Though sixteen hours non stop for five days wasn't much fun and it only took two days to recuperate.
I sometimes think to myself why is it I am on this journey? and well it  is obvious I didn't choose it because it is easy, but never the less it is rewarding. In one instance the days were long and in another it went so very quickly. My handy dandy sales rep said you can view your heart through your smile for all to see. I sometimes wonder if that is good or bad. Because it is very difficult at times knowing what is guiding me my heart,my soul or my senses. I sometimes like to think all three, but that is to be seen. I am surfacing from the let down feeling from returning home and already scheduling for 2011. For those who have take the time to allow me in their life whether through the poetry or the skin care or on a personal note, I want to give my thanks  for taking a ride down the road of Autumn's Adventures.
As I look out the window at the bitter cold and the morning doves hovering over the feeder, it becomes a reminder of all that we have accomplished. The birds anxious to feed as the normal wild seed is not so easily attainable covered by snow. It is not always easy what life throws our way but like the birds that seek other sources for food we have found alternate ways to survive the seasons of life.
It seems like at this time of year more than ever I find myself reviewing the past. I don't believe I have understood everything or everyone that has crossed my path and find myself trying to analyze over an over again to find the moral or the lesson behind it all. Trying to balance my emotions and file them accordingly so as not to allow that which I really don't understand to interfere with my present goals. Marches forward...

My Gift

I always thought of holidays as looking through the eyes of a child. There was and is something magical about the holiday season. From Thanksgiving where you are sharing a warm and wonderful dinner to the sounds of carolers in the streets. I was especially fond of the city, lights and the magical mechanical store windows that came to life each holiday season.
The hills are prematurely covered with icicles and a dusting of snow blankets the hills to create a collage of emotion. Many visuals enter my mind and the simplicity of a shared moment surfaces. Life can be so trying and I think we are reprogrammed early in life to dream of a comfort zone. In all the images whether they are a snap crackling fire, a snow ball battle, hot chocolate, shopping, baking and gift wrapping they all include a companion, the comfort of another heart.
There are many situations that surface over a lifetime and each person finds their own way of surviving the less than perfect ones. I kind of giggled when yesterday a woman in Waynesburg said hey I know you, you are the soap lady. I knew by looking at her she had been crying and I said " is everything okay?" and she said that her mother in law with whom she was close with passed away one week since being diagnosed with Lung Cancer. She went on to say that being close to the holidays that it made it twice as difficult at they had already shopped for gifts and planned for the upcoming celebrations. I wished her well, she smiled and thanked me and went on her way. It just made me realize that each day people have their own personal battles, challenges and things to overcome.
I guess I have always been rather simple in thought and it didn't occur to me until my daughter asked for something for Christmas and I said oh I already bought your gift and I said " well tell me what you wanted anyway" She said " it doesn't really matter, what matters is that for a moment as you chose a gift you thought of me and that makes me happy" I thought to myself that they are children and surely not perfect but we have been through allot and that she is just one special kid.
Life and the positive experiences in life are created by the company we keep. I wiped tears as I began to look over the years and the particular ones that have warmed my heart. The heart shouldn't ache so much, love was meant to be and is the fuel that drives the soul.

Sharing a word and a smile or two,
living and loving like dreamers do.
Walking through life holding your
hand and embracing like lovers on
the sand.

The first snow flake that falls from the
sky, capturing each day as the seasons
 go by.Storing the memories of you and
I, the ones that make you mine.

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Life is so perfect and only complicated
by the luggage we choose to carry.

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There is no greater gift than love and
yet it is the gift most overlooked.
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 I have held back the tears for so long, that I think I can now fill several buckets. Tears of sadness, heartache and despair mixed with a blend of tears of joy.
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My Gift 

I give to you my heart
overflowing with tomorrows
dreams and wrapped
it up with faith to deliver
a gift of memories.

I placed within it trust,
and my love to make it
true an infused  it full of
desire to spend my life
with you.

Don't rain on my parade!

Sings>Every tear drop, like a drop of rain
comes with a reminder that life is insane.
Crazy moments and I had few but the nicer
ones are shared with you. Every tear drop,
like a drop of rain comes with a reminder
that life is insane.

Every blue sky, like the stormy gray moves
the emotions in a powerful way. Love and
laughter and a kiss or two and all I want to
do is dance my life with you.Every blue sky,
like a stormy gray moves the emotions in
a powerful way.

Every heart beat, like a drum on the roll,
comes from deep down in the soul.
Dreams, hopes and desire are the sparks
that keep a burning fire. Every heart beat,
like a drum on the roll, comes from deep
down in the soul.


Every song of a summer day, comes with
the chant of winters games . Warms the
heart and chills to the soul when you are
here with me. Every song of a summer day,
comes with the chant of winters games.

Every heart beat like the breath of spring,
brings your love to me.I can feel your love
in my heart tickled from the very start. Every
heart beat like the breath of spring brings your
love to me.

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No more one step forward and one step back,
I burned the game of chutes and ladders and
reality is built on facts.

The journey comes in many shades and hues,
but I am painting my horizon in yellow with a
sunshine for me and you.


Listen to the music, feel the rhythm of song,
as the beat of your heart strings my soul
along.

We made it through the darkness,
we traveled through the storms and in the
parade of life I grasp for only sunny
shores.


Balancing on the devils stick, trying not to fall is some trick.
Cold and darkness, seeds of gray until I stumbled into your
 arms that day.

I can tell you amazingly so, the warmth of your arms made
my heart beat so, tender the sweetest kiss made of pure bliss.

Balancing on the devils stick, trying not to fall is some trick.
Cold and darkness, seeds of gray until I felt your arms bring
the sunshine my way.

I can tell you amazingly so, there was something special that
made the moment glow, might have been the warmth of
your soul as it always had this special hold.


Balancing on the devils stick, trying not to fall is some trick.
Cold and darkness, seeds of gray until I felt your arms bring
the sunshine my way.




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One Moment Frozen in Time

So quaint the gesture,
so gentle the touch,
the breath of an angel,
from a heart filled with
love.

The crossing of rivers,
through mountains high,
to journey the heavens
to be by your side.

~

Your soft spoken soul fills my heart with song.

Sixteen... definitely sixteen!

I am in the middle of a swirl of emotions, holds to the positive that guides me to your arms.

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