My freedom is dear to me, paid for with anguish and a piece of my soul. My sanity, at times, precariously balanced on a knife edge. The scars I have are treasured things. They keep me safe.
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A Bit of Me in Every Key Stroke
I have the Rabbit’s Foot in the picture above, hanging from the visor in my car. This Rabbit’s Foot has been passed from car to car over the years. I’ve had the foot for approximately 30 years.
I’m not superstitious, just sentimental. Sitting at a red light I’ll see the foot out of the corner of my eye. I’ll reach up and give it a little pet. This always makes me smile. I’m smiling, because it takes me back to the time when I received that silly Rabbit’s Foot. A very good memory.
I Feel quite honored that International Women’s Day happens to fall on my Birthday! Today, honor a lovely woman in your life!
Image by Markéta (Machová) Klimešová from Pixabay
I love books. I love the look of them, the feel of them, I love their smell. I love the excitement I feel when I crack open the first page and the adventures that await me within those pages. I love the shiny, glossy book jacket and reading those tantalizing, teasing words on the jacket.
I learned to read and developed a love of reading at a Very young age. I could read long before I started school Whenever the family would take a trip I was always reading the billboards or other signs aloud to everyone on the car. Loudly of course! 🙂
The first time I met my grandparents, on my mother’s side, I drug my Grandpa over to the couch and sat him down and read to him. I was very proud of the fact that I could read. I think I was about 3 years old.
My mother raised 4 of us kids mostly by herself. She didn’t have an education to speak of, so money was tight, always. But when I opened a book, I was transported to another place and time. It was a fantastic way for me to entertain myself.
I would walk to the library in the summertime and bring back an armload of books every few days. During the summer, I averaged reading about a book a day.
No matter what you read, you learn something. I kept a dictionary handy when I was reading. If I came across a word that I could not figure out the meaning by the context of the sentence or paragraph, I would look it up.
I still love to read, but don’t take the time to do it as much anymore.
I think my life has been much more fruitful and accomplished because of my love of reading and my learning along the way.
As a kid, I used to read everything from Shakespeare to Poe to Sci-Fi to love stories. I love biographies. I love learning about people like Abe Lincoln, or my favorite artists.
My 2 older brothers always had comic books in the house, which I read. But those comics would spark my interest in people like Sherlock Holmes or Isaac Asimov. So my taste in books has varied widely.
I have some old books that I have packed around with me for years that I just cannot part with. One is a favorite from the 1970’s, which is beautifully illustrated about the life of Gnomes. Another is a book, also from the 70’s called “Shut Up and Eat Your Shoe Shoes!” It’s a hilarious true story about a couple that homesteads in Alaska. I also have some rare, old Tarzan books that I may pass down to my eldest grandson some day.
These books evoke wonderful memories of a simpler time for me.
I still have a stack of books on my night stand that are gathering dust. Maybe it’s time to crack open one of them and make a new friend….
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I wonder why when I dream, it's always of you You were the one. The one I said forever to Years have passed without your smile I'm resigned to navigate the days and nights in solitude My heart aches anew each time it realizes that you're gone I tend to romanticize the past leaving out those rough times, on purpose The good times were good enough to live on in my memory Decades later when I dream it's always of you It's good to know that you really are the forever one The one I'll always dream of Copyright (C) Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved