Life, Poetry

Will You Remember Me?

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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?” #Promises

This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back on October 25, 2016 right here on this site. It is now four years later and the question still lingers although I think we all deep down inside know the answer.

We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.

“In the end forever comes and goes.” #Promises

As time marches on we are often left alone, holding onto the empty promises. Promises made by others and those we made ourselves. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.

Either way, I believe the question can still remain and it often haunts each of us.

“Will you remember me?” #Promises

I believe the answer is YES!

The impact we make on others, whether good or bad, will be long remembered. There is never a neutral encounter, make your impact a positive one! And when they remember you, it brings smile to their face and a joy within their heart. ❤

Adventure, Life, Photograph

What does “HOT” smell like?

It’s summer time and daytime temperatures are soaring, so let’s talk about the heat. Not in the usual way of how it makes us feel, whether we like it or not but how does it smell?

What does “HOT” smell like? #WickedQuestions #JustWondering #UseYourNose

For me growing up in Southwestern Idaho and in the country these are a few things that when I smell them I know it is “HOT“!

  • Hay bales stacked up over your head
  • Old worn leather of bridles, saddles and boots
  • Dry dusty earth where little clouds of dust poof from every step you take

What about you, what does “HOT” smell like?

Poetry

I wanna know…

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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?”

We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.

In the end forever comes and goes.

We are left alone, holding onto the empty promises made by others. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.

Either way, I believe the question remains that haunts each of us.

Will you remember me?

Art, Life, Poetry

Heaven’s Door – Wanderlust (take 2)

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#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives
#LoveChangesPeople #RestInLove
#YouMatter

We wander through life, searching and sometimes we run. From what?
Away from what we label as:
  • pain
  • hardships
  • loss
  • love
  • and even death
Yes, all of the above and more.
Only to arrive safely at heaven’s door. Is that all there is? Shouldn’t there be so much more?
We miss the adventure, the passion, the life we were meant to have.
Now go and do those very things that scare you and may leave scars on you heart. There is and you can be so much more, Carpe Diem!