All I Want To Do

All I want to do is love
And share;
All I want to do is create,
build and care;
All I want to do is right
And strong;
All I want is freedom
And a gentle song.

All I want to do is live
And grow;
All I want to do is feel
Learn and know;
All I want to do is run
And dance;
All I want to do is breathe
And give life a chance.

I want to feel the rain on my face,
The air's warm embrace,
The tree's towering control
And the rustle of my soul.

Written by S.M. Leisinger (of course)

Rainy Day

I guess I could say that it is a dark and dismal day, a day without sunshine but since it is actually raining and isn't too dark or dismal, "Rainy Day" will do.

I do not know who I might be writing this for, myself I guess. There is a place deep inside of me that seems to say otherwise and I am listening. That is why I am here blogging. I am basically a very shy person and not used to talking about myself, so creating a journal that literally anyone can read is just a bit scary and unusual for me. Growing up with four older brothers has encouraged me to feel basically invisible most of my life and I believe that I have gotten used to it. I did struggle with the desire to try something fancy or impressive. I have decided against it. I have chosen to simply move my fingers on the keyboard and see what comes out.

It has been a wonderful day
In a simple sort of way.
I watched dust turn into clay.

I watched my cat dodge raindrops as he made his way across the yard. He slid sideways in an attempt to make it underneath my truck. He succeeded. About a hour later I opened the front door, and he bolted out from under the truck picking up speed almost instantaneously up to approximately 90 miles an hour. He made it through the front door. I had my towel ready. I wrapped him up and dried him off. He snuggle with me a little. Life just doesn't get any better.

I Feel Like Frodo Today

I feel like Frodo today.
I have fought the battles.
I have been to the mountain.
I have defeated evil,
And am left with the scars.
Now all I want to do...
Is be with the elves,
Be intoxicated with their spirit,
knowledge and truth,
And live the rest of my life in peace.

Playing My Fiddle

I played my fiddle today.
I wished I could have played all day,
But my arms got tired
And I had to put it away.

I played my fiddle today.
While a soft breeze blew
And the yellow grass turned green.
There was a moment or two
When the bow touched the string
That I knew
Music is in everything.

I played my fiddle today.
Or maybe it played for me.
Sometimes it is hard to see
Where the music begins
And my spirit ends.

I played my fiddle today.
Some nice Irish tunes.
I still faulter and fumble
And make mistakes
But there are moments
When the magic takes
I hope someday
I can play for a room,
and if I do
They will feel it too.

The Path I See

It seems my life is all about survival now. Guarding myself against intense emotions so that I can stay focused and conserve my energy. I think it must be time for me to truly persue my intuitive sense of self and walk in the path I see and not the path I wish it could be.

Where the Road Takes Me

Well, this is my first and maybe my only post. I am not sure. It depends on where the road takes me. I have no expectations. I believe that is the best way to begin writing, with no expectations.