Stop thinking this is for someone else. Wednesday, 4 June 2008. This is a short poem inspired the mixing bowl my mother used to make all our cakes in, and that I have now inherited.

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night. This is it, my darlings. The time has come, as the Walrus always says. For it is full, my sweet, sweet dears, there are no more blank pages to turn to. I must focus, I must retain, I must paint. How much this world needs a good coat of fresh paint. My name is Diana,.

Friday, March 6, 2009. Less stressful and you notice more. Like all the weirdness that exists in roadside America. Especially in the rural south. Tuesday, March 3, 2009. Wayne became famous for his wooden cows. Stanley Marcus purchased a whole herd of them. Wayne is a cancer survivor. More than ten years ago he was given ten years to live.

View at the moon over the tree in front of my kitchen. Have a nice Nicolaus day! Point of no return. Is this really me I wonder. So at ease with everything. So full of love and tenderness. The point of no return. There is no going back.

Thursday, August 13, 2015. If you missed it,. Be sure to read it here. For some great advice on seeking connection and developing a writing routine. Six thoughts on Writing and Mindfulness. Keep reading to find out how to fend off your inner demons and manage those ever-present distractions. Have something to write about? .