Sharing possibilities

    Sharing words that I have held deep inside me. Tied
to a rock and swallowed deep to the core of my soul.
Ah how do I let it all go? Paint. Draw. Jewelry. Walk.
Dream. Write.

     Still friend of mine I want to say something: only
the hugs will be tons better. Arms wrapped tightly
around, I hold my tiny waist squeezing. Not the same
but it must do, just deeper. Ah how sitting here
listening to music and prepping myself to scoot over
to table to finish a few more pieces. I hope to get
one more glance of quirkiness before the day fades
into the deepest blue.

    Possibilities are endless when I hope. So here I
hope deep, dream wide and jump high.

    Now getting more in tune with the colors splashed
across my bead board and all around the table. I
would send a picture but most might find the
appearance to be a disaster. Still it is as inspiring as
the kooky dance I saw earlier this afternoon. I
smile widely recalling the moments.

   Gathering all my random purchases I see sets
emerging from the mass display of beads. So friend,
create one for me. Still I beg you, no thoughts of
animals just flowers for that seems to be my theme
of sorts these past few days.

   Ah so excited that I still get to call tomorrow a day
for me. Being grateful to finally give a piece to the
young lady who gave a card to me. Looking forward
to seeing her face. So I hope one day to see the
surprise across your face when I drop a stone across
your path. One day, yes.

   Look up and laugh at the sights. Indeed a silly one
I can be, right? Carefully I whisper the thoughts in my
head to the world outside. One by one they drift in
the wind just like the carefree cinnamon, coppery
strands.

   So my friend, oh dear one. Create. Laugh at our
quirkiness. Love everything around you. Give all you
can. Bring surprises to anyone. Hope for prayers to
be answered. Dream all that is possible.

   Always am I happy when I see the colors of
blues, greens, grays and oranges walking tall in the
wind. Hmm another smile creases the freckled
cheeks. I hold tight to my hopes, my dreams.