Saturday, February 2, 2008


Thank you for the things you've done for me.
Happiness walks slowly, with a cane.
Although inside I'm dancing to the moon,
Nearby many obstacles remain.
Kind help like yours those thorny thickets prune.
You are my willing ear, the peaceful sea
On which I sail my thoughts, the quiet tune
Underneath my laughter and my pain.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The past still hurts....hurts really bad

Lyrics From Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

where are we?

what the hell is going on?

the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads - heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
(oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
(hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whacha say,

Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did

Mmmm whacha say,

Mmmm that its all for the best?
Because it is

Mmmm whacha say?

Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this

whacha say?

Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk,
newspaper word cut outs

speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)

ransom notes keep falling out your mouthmid-sweet talk,
newspaper word cut outs

(hide and seek)

speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a
(you don't care a)
bit

(hide and seek)

oh no, you don't care a bit

oh no, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)

oh no, you don't care a bit

you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I'm getting static

pfttt..pfttt..Is there anyone there? Come in..come in....HELLO???
Calling my brother, come in brother are you there? Hmmm...sure hope
he made it home okay. We are trying to reach him to tell him how
much we love him very much. Well..perhaps through cyber space. Jen

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The Order of Things

I placed this poem in my blog the other day. It speaks volumes and I wanted to place it here too:

ORDER OF THINGS

There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.

I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.

There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,

Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place.

From the Book - Poems of Life

To my wonderful Brother: where have you been my whole life? We are now the best of friends, and I am blessed to have this relationship with you now at this time in my life. I wish you peace and happiness Pat. All good things come to those who wait. I believe this with all my heart.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Get Well Wishes from all your friends and your Sis



We all can't believe how this surgery has gone for you. We were all so worried about you and wished we could have been by your side. We hope you are on your feet soon, and let everyone pamper you for awhile. You need to recover from all that you've been through! We love you Pat!!

Sunday, July 1, 2007



"The Boomerang Effect." You give love and it will come back to you 100 fold. Sometimes in obvious ways, sometimes not so obvious. It is there, it surrounds you everyday.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

A message to those that live in LA, MI, PA and NY

Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.

Source: A Life for a Life, Dinah Mulock Craik (1826-1887)