The Sound of Songbirds


To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

A Lifetime Of Thank Yous


This is not a new post.  But felt it was appropriate, considering the hardship that my BFF is going through right now.  Please read and you’ll understand why this woman is so precious to me.

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How do you say thank you to someone who has always been there for me?  She has been my biggest supporter, my biggest cheerleader, no matter what I wanted to do.  She always had my back.

This little woman is a ball of dynamite.  She is a true lady in every sense of the word, but will cut you down to the stumps like a she-bear protecting her young if you dare hurt anyone she loves.

She is an enigma.  She has been ill off & on most of her life.  She’s been misdiagnosed and was supposed to die several times.  But you cannot keep her down.  She powers on and has proved the doctors wrong over and over again.

The doctors did finally come up with a diagnosis, but that hasn’t stopped her.  Although her condition is degenerative, she keeps on keeping on.

Despite her hardships, which have…

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Broken beauty — Forty Something Life As We Know It


REBLOG: Please read this important piece.  ❤

As a Forty Plusser I could and probably would never ever figure out why women stay in abusive relationships. What is it with us woman??! Why do women keep up with this shit? Are we genetically wired to always hope for the best? I don’t even have the slightest answer! Growing up with an alcoholic father, I […]

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Balance of Life


“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”

Osho INDIAN SPIRITUAL TEACHER

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Say A Little Prayer


I don’t usually ask anything of my followers.  Your visits, comments and continued support has been more than enough for me for several years now.  But today, I am asking you to pray for my dear friend Denise.  She has been diagnosed with Lung Cancer.  I’ve done a few posts about Denise over the years.  Suffice it to say that she is someone very dear to me.  She’s the sister that I never had.  We have had a close relationship for more than 40 years.

I don’t care what your religious stand is, but I feel that whether you believe or not, Prayer is a powerful thing.  When you pray, you send out your positivity (if that’s a word) into the universe.  That positiveness has an effect.  A simple way to look at it is this.  If you are around a angry or negative person, that “feeling” tends to rub off on you, right?  The same goes for the positive side of things.  If you are getting positive support and encouragement, you feel that and it helps.

I will be traveling to Oregon soon to be with my bff, but I’m not sure when.  I’ll keep you posted.  Meanwhile, please say a little prayer of healing for Denise.

Thank you, my Dear WordPress Family!  And thank you for joining me on this journey.  ❤ Penny

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A Few Kind Words


“You have it easily in your power to increase the sum total of this world’s happiness now. How? By giving a few words of sincere appreciation to someone who is lonely or discouraged. Perhaps you will forget tomorrow the kind words you say today, but the recipient may cherish them over a lifetime.”

Dale Carnegie MOTIVATIONAL AUTHOR

Choose an Attitude


“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

Viktor Frankl NEUROLOGIST, PSYCHOTHERAPIST

House of Cards


Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance. 

Kings at each corner. 
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction. 

The clubs checked the munitions 
while the spades collaborated  
to dig trenches.  

The numbers, 
Aces
leading the way 
built each story; 
taking turns, 
red 
and black.  

The roof 
was a sturdy covering, 
done in diamonds.

But the Joker 
was at work...

The fortress 
I'd built so carefully, 
card by card, 
layer by layer 

crumbled

with the breath
of your 
single

kiss.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
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