JUST A LITTLE UP AHEAD...LIFTING L I F T I N G

To say it's been awhile since I've been on here is an understatement.

Time hasn't just been flying...it's taken off like a SR-71 Blackbird (don't ask how I know what that is and that it's a really, really fast plane). But if you don't know how fast that is, well then I guess that reference is lost on you. Just know it's crazy fast.

It's no secret I'm not good at taking time for myself. And even though writing in a blog may not count as that to some people, it does to me. We all have our ways of relaxing, working through things in our lives...this is one way I do that.

I keep telling myself I need to get on here and document things. I do it for me and maybe one day, the kids. The sad truth is I am always on my work email and the login is different for the blog one so yes, it all comes down to being too lazy/busy to take time to switch over.

There's that ugly word again. Time.

Slowing down should be important.

Anyway, I found something worth logging on for. Not to mention I'm tired to the point I may be sleep-typing, so that may have also prompted this long, overdue log-on.

I found a site that is amazing. So as I share this, I'm stating right now that I didn't write it. I not only graciously give credit where credit is due, but also encourage you to read his works. I love so, so many of the things he writes. They pull me in. Take me away from wherever I am...usually a desk. They're inviting, inspiring and sometimes, heartbreaking. Here's just one sample of why Michael Traveler has me as his fan.


my dreams are not far now
they're just a little up ahead
i can feel them just around the bend
over the hill and past the stone bridge
there's a field of sunflowers there
we played in as kids

remember reaching for the sky
just like the sunflowers did
reaching way up high
where the eagles fly

remember running and laughing
playing catch-me-if-you-can
dodging in and out of the
thick rows of green
never to be seen

our laughter trailing
like kites on the wind
lifting l i f t i n g
dipping here then
there seemed
like every
where

those dreams are still with me
tucked away inside my heart
forever a part of all i am
and will always be

ever growing closer
in my dreams
the biggest
part of me

~ poem "The Biggest Part of Me" by Michael Traveler, author of Postcards from the Backroads 


See? You're welcome...