happy halloween

Trick or Treat
I usually go for the ghoulish glam kinda costumes ........not this year........................

This year I'm the boring lady with the lame candies ........ I guess it has to do with the fact that even though our house is like a set half the time ... I was feeling a little lazy .......this year is different the Fleurbebe's(18,17,14) are not going be to here ! My love won't either .......just little old me !Boo...... as in HOO...... !(Just kidding I think I'll be OK)

creaking doors,cracking floors

shadows for tell.... a haunt ,a spell

creepy crawlers,wrinkled faces...

suspicious sounds reverberate

shhhhhhhhhhhh,what's that

burn ......that candle brite.

LOL this is my attempt at getting into it.............

My Loves
They carved pumpkins last night they turned out great! baked the seeds,ate them & complained of tummy ache.......tried on costumes from our collection , added a few extra touches and voila they are all set.I hope everyone has a safe Halloween

soul stains

Journal
I refer to those moments as (and not all are so dark but at least profound)
" Stains on my soul." or "soul stains"
They are here for good ,but time has washed away the the freshness of the moment .
By my definition soul stains are those things that mark you forever.

sleep love dream

linger giggle nuzzle lover with me.
fingers tracing lips hips
thighs meandering sighs,melting rolling bodies
tumbling hair, eyes glistening beckoning you near
frenetic energy dispersed
calm holding them still
the night is over sleep ... love... dream...

shattered

loves lost promises and time
have withered it away

whipped like a tall tree in a windstorm
and dried by fiery anger

carelessly handled one last time
shattered here on the floor of life

I'm running ...

chase your dreams outloud

if you want to be understood

photo essays of my life

It won't take long to notice I have a lot of images.

I am fascinated by them , my father is a photographer and has been taking photos of myself and my siblings ever since any of us can remember.

As a child pouring over the many large black and white images of my mother,strangers, objects and our friends and family, each one told a story held a moment frozen .I wondered what the people were thinking, where were they going.

Photos are simple, complicated, creative & revealing..............anyways, I have always kept a camera at the ready........... capturing a moment in time is priceless , it is pure ...... the person ,object or emotion conveyed is subjective it is in the eye of the beholder.......I do it simply because I love to.........

loves vibration

desire,hesitation

wanting,unwilling

temptation.

ache,fire,preoccupation

incidence,fantasy

loves vibration.

-SA

who is asking the question?

Natural,unchanged

modesty, a question of.

Transform, butterfly change , fly

a girl, a woman, up above.

incomplete.

-SA

the graveyard of innocence

This may be disturbing to sensitive readers.........

Through the Field and across the Conestoga

into the graveyard of her innocence.

There you robbed her with

malignant intent of privacy and dignity .

You gave shame, fear

taught anger ,insulted intellect

she ran, escaped , her heart ,her soul ached.

-SA

it is an introspective look at the

soul stain from the neighbors son

so long ago...........

writing........

For a while this very wonderful gift evaded me, I am finally writing again ................ my writing evolves, I have many ,many pieces totally unpublished some that are here are being revised/edited and so if you notice it don't be surprised..................................

In the past I have felt the need to censor myself for fear of rejection or answering the whys the shame of being immodest with my thoughts,opinions,fantasies or expressions of anger , creativity, love ,romance,pain, pleasure,joy ,boredom etc.......I am grown , I apologise to no one .........

I am accepting and in awe of others gifts and abilities to create .

I hope as a mother the gift I give is my love and passion for the arts ,being real and staying true . Allowing my children the freedom to be whom they are and live fulfilling lives while chasing dreams out loud.

a response to Aaron's Question.......

i am a contridiction.......
lover,fighter and peacemaker .I am a friend an artist a loving & fun mother.My memories are priceless and will keep company when I grow old.
I am a dreamer, thinker,a sensual being that longs for nature and nuture,touch smell and taste .I love the way the garden reveals miracles each season and I get to play. I can argue .I am passionate about love and life and I wake up wanting more everyday.... I want and I need sunshine and rain, I worry, I am honest and silly. I am hungry and thirsty for knowledge & experience(s). I can be lonely in a room full of people. I am unique and special, I am important and insignificant too.I love deeply,fully and almost unconditionally :),my soul is awake my spirit sings when I create. I walk with each of you I am human........ I am incapable of hate but capable of intense dislike,don't lie to me, cheat on me or steal from me just ask...
I will help you up and if you hurt me I might push you away.I can be a bitch,I like to talk, I love silence. Music makes me happy and feeds me when nothing else will.I dance for fun and always will.I am spiritual,I love home..... .I love warm ficker of fire and enjoy living lights( candles )each day ,I cry in the shower, i bathe away anger,i love clean,clutter aggravates me, i love the warmth of breath and the way the wind teases the leaves on each tree,i am here and I will be gone one day.I am impatient and and patient too. I have a sense of humor.I want to be liked, I want to remain humble and giving i don't want to be abondoned,shamed or forgotten,my spelling is horrible .I need to express myself,reflect and share....... I am learning about me everyday and this is some of who I am so far.........