Barbara C. Rowe's Blog, page 19
March 20, 2014
Peach Hibiscus
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The Bickering Sisters
Originally posted on Life in Portsong:
There once were two lovely young girls, sisters in fact, who lived in a spacious abode that seemed, too often, to close in around them. They were two of four daughters, not the golden-brown edge ones, but the soft, fair-haired, middlest sisters, mixed and squeezed together so much that they couldn’t get along. In fact, they bickered constantly.
They bickered near, they bickered far
They argued things trivial, humdrum, and bizarre.
“I’m sick of your manners,” one would often yell.
“I don’t like your meddling or dubious smell”
The other undaunted, her resentments would list
And sometimes erupt in a tirade of fists
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Finally the lady of the manor (the loveliest, fairest maiden in the land) had had quite enough. She threatened, cajoled, and punished the two sisters. In frustration, she assigned them chores in the hopes of building teamwork. The clever mother’s schemes worked…but only for a season.…
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sometimes the background makes all the difference
Originally posted on 2me4art :
the yellow behind this flower is the shop’s delivery van.
I suppose an accurate, yet horrible, title could be roadkill. But that would be too harsh for this camellia blossom. I wanted to pick it up & put it on the grass. I was shopping at Leaf & Petal.
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March 19, 2014
To All My Friends….(How deep is love?)
Originally posted on Barbara C Rowe Author:
I wanted to share this piece that is copywrited for my first novel to ask you to THINK…How deep does love go? How long is forever? The story is true and dear to my heart, of a love that has passed away.
Letter to My Love
Each day I am without you
I feel hopelessly empty.
Each night I reach for your pillow
But, you are not there anymore.
The very thought of you consumes me
The silence in the house overwhelms me.
The door swings open
And I think you will walk into the house,
With your loving smile.
The breeze blows
And I swear, I can smell your scent.
I am like an empty shell,
Abandoned on the shore.
My voice can’t speak your name,
For fear it will haunt me.
Your things, I don’t dare move,
Hoping you will come back to me one day.
My…
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March 18, 2014
To All My Friends….(How deep is love?)
I wanted to share this piece that is copywrited for my first novel to ask you to THINK…How deep does love go? How long is forever? The story is true and dear to my heart, of a love that has passed away.
Letter to My Love
Each day I am without you
I feel hopelessly empty.
Each night I reach for your pillow
But, you are not there anymore.
The very thought of you consumes me
The silence in the house overwhelms me.
The door swings open
And I think you will walk into the house,
With your loving smile.
The breeze blows
And I swear, I can smell your scent.
I am like an empty shell,
Abandoned on the shore.
My voice can’t speak your name,
For fear it will haunt me.
Your things, I don’t dare move,
Hoping you will come back to me one day.
My dreams are of moments in time,
Simple, happy and peaceful.
I pray I will not wake, but I do,
Only to find myself lost in today.
I’m longing, waiting, wishing, praying,
You will think of me as well.
I don’t know where you are,
Or if your heart still has a place for me.
Forgive me for what I did or did not do.
I was taking life for granted,
Expecting our happiness to last forever.
Will something remind you of me,
And bring you back?
Is forever, forever?
Or, will I not feel love again, Ever?
I have not written in some time for health reasons and I wish I could finish all the things I have ready to be illustrated and then published. Sometimes life doesn’t work along with our schedule. I miss interacting with all of you and sharing ideas, hopes, dreams. As an artist and writer, we all are of kindred spirits…reaching out to connect. Maybe we write to vent, to share an experience, to inform, but all of it is very important. Without artists and writers, this world would be missing a precious part of humanity.
I don’t consider myself anyone special, except to my beloved husband…who is ALLWAYS by my side and protecting me from harms way. When I meet others, I accept on face value…meaning my radar of deceptive, or dishonest people is not working. lol. I accept, as a child would, believing everyone is good. This has led me into great danger and personal physical harm. Although I had reason to hate what had happened to me and the persons who did it to me…I couldn’t: instead I blamed myself.
Since then, many years later, I have found it a hidden blessing. I write hoping someone can relate to something they are going through, to forgive and to know life goes on and you will be happy again. Most important….God is always by your side and Angels watching over. It is this message that keeps me writing and knowing there is a purpose to what I do.
So many people on this site and others have made such a profound impact in my life…One of friendship and faith.
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the BED is the TEMPLE
Originally posted on hocuspocus13:
of one of the most mysterious processes of human life…is sleep
nighttime becomes a world of secrets …a world of colors…blues and silvers-black and white…of shadows and images…a world of dreams and nightmares…
our bed wraps us in comfort and security as we drift off leaving the day behind
a bedroom large enough to move around in, softly lit, with comfortable furnishings and a peaceful atmosphere
a room we do more than sleep in
some involved in magick set up ritual alters or work tables in the bedroom 
there are traditional magickal sleeping positions for your bed to bring that magick into your life when your sleeping
the head pointing north increases stability, calmness, prosperity and it is the ideal direction for sleep, for the north is the source of magickal power
the east is associated with religion and spirituality, the point of intelligence, of sharp mental powers and freedom…
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A Kiss for the Sleeping
Originally posted on RichardAnkersWrites:
I send you kisses
To sooth your sleep
So with the sandman
You shall keep
In place where hope
And only good
Shall save your heart
From dark-world wood
To know in night
Your soul will find
The peace evading
Your sweet mind
So if you sense
A gentlest kiss
Upon your eyes
I hope it’s bliss
(Image courtesy of puppet-soul on deviantart.com)
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