Taking another path quenches not the embers of love... no matter how far away or long distant the journey, Love remains, the embers hot

Returning to a place where nature's finest abounds and remembering a past long forgotten by trodding the woodland paths...

Having made journey to the far reaches of the other side of the water's edge where the horizon meets...

when sorry isn't enough and the chains remain...

Warping between being on a Train seemingly bound for Hell one meets Lady and her eventual meeting up with an old flame who once had his unchained demanding way with her, the leader of the Nazgûls....Ringwraith himself

New Wine New Life as it were, coming into fulness, into full measure. Nature's bounty full to overflowing.

Bitter cold asails while making a mountainous climb..each step growing more difficult..the angel's hand of death beckons...

Have you a match? I've a candle and healing I am in need of. Living though at times it feels more so like existing...three hours at a time. I ask, have you a match?

So hauntenly lonely the ghost that awaits the return of a lover now gone

A man so loved and yet now beyond the veil, has rather passed into the shadows...with new awareness of the shadows received.

MidNight, lovin' it!

Burst of energy conveyed in a few lines

Storms are brutal...and yet over coffee thots are shared...with peacefulness prevailing

Remembering some of the frosty cold days of Winter...and coming into a warming Spring

MidNight can be the place of New Beginnings. Reaching a MidNight Season in Life and finding dawn, finding life renewal

Personal thots in the passage of Winter Season

What was at one time considered to be the receiving of thorns turned out to be otherwise

In quilting the layers are three...thusly so our lives.

...Remembering loved ones passing as Memorial Weekend is upcoming...

In the midst of Life's swirling waters ,being enabled to hang on, to survive

Continuation... The spiritual journey of The Maiden Fair while on High Seas as well as on Land...

He love me, he loves me not, he loves me...

How it is that a Child leads his Mother to the knowledge of a Higher Power

Peaceful Gentle Tides or Prevailing Storms?

As a loved one has passed..Comfort there has been...In need of Xanadu's return...

In the midst of Winter thots turn to the blooming of Springtime's violets of the woodlands.

A balloon takes lofty flight...

Coming to experience a Life of Overflowing..Ah, Sweet,,,The Water of Life!

Storm Clouds Gathering... Lightening Bolts Strike!

Some items when acquired we keep...and some things we release...

This writing is a Mystery, said tongue in cheek...read it and discover why... smile

...in other words, RESCUED! - (English/Hmong) Goes w/ Zephyr Story.. will "get it together" at some point. :)

English/Hmong - At Some point ALL Zephyr Stories combined...

...awaiting Springtime by the frozen seashore...

...starting to Live again...

Journey oft times is through the dark and unknown,,,then a Friendship is offered...

Should have reached Harbour Port in late Autumn...Will they make it in time for Christmas?

The years have rolled on...and so too our love that once was...so many the year that have rolled by...missing a love that once was

I'm dreaming of a...day by the Water's Edge

'Tis nature's mystery how the Humminbird chooses... and becomes Mmmmm sweet nectar satisfied...

Experiencing Springtime's Newness of Life in the midst of Autumn's Harvest and vice versa

A Man of Mystery is found on cliff by a Lady in passing who is walking the shoreline. When all hope seems lost there is divine intervention.

The Captain Brave & True Rescues The Maiden Fair from a sure drowning. The Captain is Muirandrid Endomiel of FictionPress and hope you enjoy cross referencing for two of his stories you will find enclosed in this writing. This is a sailing venture we wrot

Throughout the Seasons...roses are given to bloom...Ahh such sweet a mystery

The Reality of Cyberspace Friendships

drinking coffee...alone...awaiting dawn - (Revised based on a review)

...sharing in conversation...

...not forgetting there are two sides to a stained glass window...

As a Sons finds new independance...so too does a Mother.

As a Mother is in hospice care a Daughter grieves

Remembering the best of lives snuffed out and remembering too 911/New York Trade Center

Getting Real. EACH is important, just NOT the center of the universe...

Memory of a love that once was..the thorns making for the spice

In memory of childhood passing and thots of the song, "Those Were The Days My Friend."

thots that came as Oprah on T.V./in New Orleans

...differing ways of preceiving graffiti

Coming to terms as another has taken their life.

...facing the reality that one on the other side of the door may have died

...tranquility found

Desiring to return to the pleasures of the sea

Remembering to give Praise as News of one of Hurricane Katrina has reached place of safety

Taking some moments to pray

When going through a struggle great, a Blue Angel enters.

Walking the vastness of the seashore and continuing on hiking till at last coming to the mountain heights...and a bit of a humerous surprise awaits!

At a new dawning mercies are found

Taking the first letter of each paragraph contained one finds D.E.A.T.H. spelled and so too finding meaning in death and dying contained.

The scent of Old Growth Forests

Traveling through woodlands and hills , taking the least, searching...

In the coming to terms of knowing ones own values, the road is not always easy for the road may lead one through a hell. -Taking the Time to Be Real-

Some when they enter our lives leave us so malnourished in our spirit while others uplift us and give to us a joy that uplifts and enriches our lives. No longer hungering for filled to overflowing