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A Place in Dreams for Me

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 1, 2013
Posted in: beauty, life, love, Men, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: divine, dream, hope, love, Night, Past, soul. fantasy, wish. 8 Comments

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It’s a beautiful day in my mind

 Visions that I’ve never seen

Gas lamps light the cobble stone streets

 Merchants work

With pride and esteem

Exchanged is a nod and a gentle smile

as  gracious kind people pass by

On a bridge

rhythmic clicks echo

 of proud horses shoes

Still waters running high

In this vision of mine

on this eve of ash dusk

a gentleman strolls by tall

Dressed with grace

of long cloth splendor

perfumed with air of Fall

Lady on arm

her boots finely laced

a pillar of beauty so fine

rests dark auburn hair  on the nape of her neck

rose scented skin divine

The intimate love

seen in their eyes

Obscures all I see

A Time, a Street , a Bridge, a Love

A place in dreams for me.

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Sanitary or INSANITY!!!

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 29, 2013
Posted in: Uncategorized. Tagged: chores, cleaning lady, dirty, garbage, humor, life, moms. Leave a comment

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Is that not what everyone thinks about while they are on their knees, double layered in latex gloves washing, scrubbing, PRESSURE cleaning out the garbage can?

I do. I must be insane to wonder that something that was designed to hold garbage; milk bottles, leftovers, egg shells, chewing gum (which escapes the confines of the trash and sneaks to the sides), half eaten apples, to name a few, and the less aggressive perpetrator of the Paper Family gets stinky. Rudely stinky. And then I shake my head and think “Gee, how in the world could this happen” “Disgusting”!

Cleaning Ladies “Don’t do windows”. Why? Or rather “Why not”???? There isn’t any dripping milk on them, no mashed potatoes, strawberry yogurt, eggs (10-31 only), Gum (lie, it gets there too, told you there sneaky).  What’s the hang up? Pane glass phobia? Not challenging enough? Then attempted my garbage can if the answer is the latter!!!!

There are things worse than a chore that requires latex and a skill of holding ones breath for an ample amount of time. Removing Cactus needles with tweezers from a curious 2 year olds hands comes to mind (yes, true story), walking on shaved glass while your hairs on fire (not a true story but an uncomfortable visual), or finding out that the electric razor that is not waterproof? ( neutral. Hasn’t happened…yet)

So the question, moral of this story, or however you end such a delicate topic as this ….I guess…is keeping something clean made to accept trash, sanitary insanity???

Thank you.

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New…very, VERY new….vist me :)

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 29, 2013
Posted in: Uncategorized. Leave a comment

New…very, VERY new….vist me 🙂 just click here

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Her Dance Partners

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 28, 2013
Posted in: dance, fun, life, love, Men, Partner, poetry, Uncategorized, youth. Tagged: Children, dance, fun, love, teddy bear. 2 Comments

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As the little young girl

Danced all about

One sock down

3 teeth out

With her teddy bear Partner

She’d twist and Shout

Carefree and limber

Not a worry about

Teddy got dizzy

He fell to the floor

“No time for that”

And took him for more

Teddy the champion of the day

Allowed to be

Swayed and swayed

Years go by

She’s back on the floor

Dressed in high heels

Wanting more

No longer Teddy

By her side

But a beautiful man

Who in rhythm she strides

In place of teddy

Her Partner in Crime

Stands a new Partner

 Her love divine

Nota Bene: A little one for Diego, my “Dance” Partner and love divine 🙂 (and you too, Teddy, RIP)

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Release Me

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 28, 2013
Posted in: ageing, life, poetry, Uncategorized, youth. Tagged: ageing, depression, despair, free, hope, poetry, youth. 4 Comments

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Oh Dear evil powers of the mind

Halt your craft this day

I’m tired and weary, feeling constraint

Please just this once go astray

I shall fall back in time

One of innocence so young

Skip through  the fields of green.

I shall chase after butterflies

That dance in their world

 Spin in circles  carefree

I shall treasure that day

Doused in splendor and awe

To be that young Girl

If  only once more

Oh Dear evil powers of my life today

Release me of all that is real

I’m tired and weary, feeling constraint

I beg you for time to heal

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Seduction

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 27, 2013
Posted in: life, love, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: life, love, Moon, Night, poetry, Seduction, Sleep. 10 Comments

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The moon comes to protect me

From loneliness of night

A shadow falls around me

As dark as day is light

Her Grandeur and her Glory

Majestic in the sky

Shades of yellow brown and  gold

Voluptuous

Rising high

Seduce me  now

Oh beautiful one

Head weary laid to rest

You take me

Pull me

Everyday

But tonight,

You’re at your best

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Journeys Travel

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 25, 2013
Posted in: life, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: Journey, life, poetry, spiritual. 12 Comments

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Each step creates the walk
Each hour creates the day
Each milestone of life
Describes a Journey
Per se

As we set out on our road
Time clicking at its pace
Do we know where we are going
Are we now in Journeys face?

We know when it is over
When we turn around at last
Results of steps and hours
A milestone for our past

The road is never over
It all will start again
Another Journey in the life
To travel till its end

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The Door

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 25, 2013
Posted in: life, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: hope, poetry, spiritual. 5 Comments

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At my door

A visit is here

Comes knocking every day

The perfect chance

To meet and greet

Bid last day away

Will this visit

 erase my hopes

  strengthen all my fears

Or bring silent bliss

 and needed strength

as in the prior years

 My visit is now

she patiently waits

every day the same

my visit is here

I open the door

Future is her name

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(erase, needed,perfect)

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My Fat Kids Ikea Mirror

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 22, 2013
Posted in: fashion, life, media, Moms, Teenagers, Uncategorized, weight. Tagged: fashion, Girls, life, media, Mothers, teenagers, weight. 3 Comments

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I know, I know.

How could a Mother be so cold and blurt out on a blog that her Kids are FAT!?! How heartless and cruel I must be.

I just happen to hear it every day, from them. Multiple times in the day of just how FAT they are. So I CAN say it. And you know what? It’s true. Oh so very true.

They are indeed fat.

But wait, I only wish they knew just how.

As Teenage Girls see themselves through the reflection of a bad Ikea mirror ( I apologize to Ikea, for it is the impregnated images in their mind that gives the projection, not the poor quality of their mirror), they nit pick each and every hair out of place, each blemish that MAY show up,  and stand in a deep freeze  concentrated on pounds that are only visible to  their eyes of the wrong color. They are “fat”. They “see” it, they believe it.

What they DON’T see, is what we didn’t see, to a lesser extent as teenagers of the 70’s…the SKINNY of it all.  For decades now, and with the latest addition of Photoshop, we know and fight the “skinny” media. The “skinny” magazines, “skinny” commercials, “skinny” Hollywood and the thin line they walk holding and manipulating our  Childrens self confidence and worth. Taking perfectly healthy young Women and feeding them images of clothes not realistic for everyday lives and bodies, for a price tag equally unrealistic… period. Feeding them day in and day out, hour after hour till they are so full, they burst into tears. It is THAT definition, it is THAT food that makes them “fat”.

See my Girls ARE fat. They have the fattest hearts I know. The fattest ambitions and drive, admirable for their ages. They are fatly respected by their Teachers and Peers. The mirror from Ikea keeps them from seeing this part of them. Keeps them from seeing just how OBESE these qualities in them are.

My job, my obligation, as a Mom is to constantly counter the projection of this false SKINNY, this superficial BEAUTY, and keep feeding them food for their soul, food for their continuously growing heart, food that empowers them to love themselves as much as they are loved.  Food so potent that it will change, permanently, that reflection of the Ikea mirror.

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Be My Sun

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 21, 2013
Posted in: life, love, poetry, Uncategorized, winter. Tagged: challenge, cold, grey, poetry, warmth, winter. 2 Comments

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The white of Winter
Or is it grey?
Has shown its crisp face
This old November day

The sun fails to shine,
Those dominant clouds
The spirit of life
Somehow left me now.

Please spend this day
You by my side,
Warmth through love
Todays sun can’t provide

“http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/”>http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/

(spend, cover, crisp)

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Simple Simplicity

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 19, 2013
Posted in: life, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: life, poetry, regrets, simplicity, threewordsaday. 3 Comments

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Lock happiness

In your heart

no additional charge

Keep sorrows at bay

Your Regrets at large

Slow down your clock

It ticks anyway

Time is given

Never meaning to stay

Soak in the gentle

And ease being you

Live the simple simplicity

Of a life we once knew

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Regrets, lock, additional

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ship

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 15, 2013
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3 words a day

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 14, 2013
Posted in: life, love, Partner, poetry. Tagged: threewordsaday. 3 Comments

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There exists in my life

Here on my earth

an iconic man of soul

Straight from the heaven

To accompany me

To help my life unfold

(Iconic, exists, straight)

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3 Words – 11/10

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 11, 2013
Posted in: Uncategorized. 1 Comment

My first try to “share” a blog from a woman I love to read, The Forgetful Genius

Gossamer Cottage's avatarThe Forgetful One

She was so busy
trying to weave beautiful details
into the tapestry of her life
she failed to notice
those around her
trying not to unravel
due to her neglect.

 

(Write incorporating 3 words – tapestry, detail, tried)

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Call me Sam, Mom Retired Today

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 6, 2013
Posted in: Family, Humor, life, Teenagers. Tagged: Children, DPchallenge, Family, humor, Mothers, teenagers. 2 Comments

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“Mom”

As a young Girl we privately escape to our fantasy world and dream of our Prince Charming and the Children we will bare. We will grow up to be Moms with a family of our very own. It will be different. Better. Better than what we have as the agonizing life of a Teenager. We will not be tormented by our Parents anymore. Not be told what to do. It will be a  happy….loving….peaceful family. Harmony will thrive.

The day had come. My fantasy turned into my reality. I gave birth to my first beautiful Daughter.

Even though I didn’t sleep through the night of her first 14 months on this Earth, 2 years later I decided to do it again and was heavenly blessed with Twin Girls. Slowly but surely, my dream was taking form.

As the first years unfolded, and my Twins as well, came with their first glorious word from their mouths…”Mama”…my heart flooded with Joy. But years go by….and the a flood always subsides…..and they grow into becoming teenagers, young adults.

I became “Mom”, “Ma” and “Mother” depending entirely on each situation. I became the firing range focal point of their inharmonious requests and demands. I became the one responsible for each and every “unjust” in their world. Their reclamation to this unjust either started, or ended, with the “M” word. A sweet “Mom” when they wanted something that they knew required a “No” answer.  A “MA” louder than having your ear flat on a loudspeaker at an AC/DC concert when they got the answer. These “M”‘s are coming at the speed of light.

My young adults have pushed me into retirement.

I am changing my name to Sam. “Sam”, being a unisex name, can adapt to all.

Sam will clear hopelessly clogged drains of young adult hair, fix bicycle tires, fold laundry, dust a room with the young adults by his/her side watching and learning. Just once.

Sam will send hormone ravaged young adults to their room till their sanity returns. Sam will give unpopular answers and requests and be able to sleep soundly at night when doing so. He/she will stop all crossfire sibling rivalry with just one look. Sam will be the   Diplomat and bring to order all the chaos the Family offers on a minute basis. Sam will be their ruler. Sam will be respected. Sam will not tolerate being treated like a Mom.

Sam never believed in Fairy Tales.

Sam will make young female adults think twice about their strategy of their “Happily ever after”  and have them give their Children the same “agonizing” life that I once knew. Most importantly, He/She will enable ME to come out of this alive, but most importantly sane.

Mom welcomes you, Sam. Thank the good heavens you have finally arrived.

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