Lonely

Lonely

Lonely for a day

                         A week

                         A month

                         A year

Learn to be alone

                         And lonely

                         You

                         Won’t

                         Fear

Some who feel ignored

“Choose “

                         lonely

                         Everyday

Happiness when alone

                         Means

                         You

                         Have

                         Found

                         Your

                         way

Crack(s)

Crack (S)

Down my street

My heart as well

Oh well

Its breathing room

For light

To ignite

My soul

So the other day I was walking

in the park,

through the grass,

avoiding cracks

that were blending,

moving,

wavering,

on the path

made of concrete.

Made for “cracked” people

To walk on.

The grass was different shades of green,

freshly mowed,

smelling new,

like a lakeside view after rain.

And I

Thought a thought

So cracked

It was definitely about me.

But I forget how it goes.

So,

I stayed on the grass.

Then bending down

I grasped

One

Strand

Of

Grass

Between thumb, so numb

And pointer finger old and wrinkled now.

Guess what?

The grass too was cracked!

And like me . . .

It was cracked in all the right places.

I bought myself 1000 stones then found myself 1000 words. As I flipped through the thin pages of  the dictionary I convinced myself time and time again not to give up. This time I was going to follow through. Beginning at "A", in order nor to duplicate a word, I slowly and sometimes desperately made my way to "Z". I chose the words I liked most then wrote each one on a stone.

Purchasing the cement board was easy but what followed proved at times to be tedious, my knees and feet aching from being bent over in the garage hour after hour. The excitement of completing my "masterpiece" erased all pain, physical and mental. I was ecstatic, eager to bring my work to my blog.
Each stone above was laid one at a time using mortar which my husband tirelessly mixed for me. I blessed each one with love, and with tired hands and dirty fingers I placed each in the right place. Each stone holds a dream, a promise that a word can make or break a person. I can only hope that each can make you stronger, a little more hopeful. I hope each fills you with wonder. Most of all I hope you take at least one word with you on your own journey. Use it to survive the hardships and light your way. May each one be a "stepping stone" towards your goals and dreams

All of the pictures and art work accompanying my posts are a result of my daughters hard work and dedication!