Wildflowers
Wildflowers need love too…
Wildflowers
Author: women who think too much
The Sun
The Sun
dancing in the wind…
dancing in the wind…
New Beginnings
New Beginnings Michelle Marie/Jeanne Marie
She’s Still Alive
I looked in the mirror this morning
and the woman who once loved you
looked back at me.
I thought she died.
I tried to kill her literally, emotionally
and in every way possible because
I don’t want love that hurts.
I looked in the mirror this morning
and the woman who once loved you
looked back at me.
She’s still alive.
Making Pickles
Sitting here watching my first ever pickling attempt, newborn Kosher Dill pickles, waiting for the pop of the jar sealing. I used my mum’s recipe and my sister, Cherie talked me through it.❤ AND…I grew the cucumbers! Yay😍
She Just Kept Walking
She Just Kept Walking
Angels play here…
Angels play here…
Full Moon Rises
Soul wanders
through the darkness
searching for your light.
It floats blind and lost
searching behind
the stars each night.
Heat remembered
frustrates and
fuels the fire.
Full moon rises
sparking rebellion,
tears and desire.
I want! I want!
soul screams out
to the empty night.
Its over. It’s over.
Must be accepted
by each daylight.
For Jodie Lynne, my daughter…
I am God’s flower.
I am petals swaying in the wind
soaking up the dew drops
while the sunshine kisses my skin.
I am God’s flower.
Do not pick me.
Do not crush me.
God created me just as I am.
I am His flower.
Wild Flowers and Me
Someone asked me why I water the weeds around my home and I said, “Because many of the weeds I have watered, turned out to be wild flowers.”
You know…
You know…
Good Memories…for my son.
Good Memories…
Yes, I Do
I spent half my life making rules and asking people to follow them, disappointed when they didn’t.
I spent half my life cleaning when I could have played with my children, but, I didn’t.
I let time slip away, let people drift out of my life, moments I should have treasured but, I didn’t.
I let problems weigh me down, things that didn’t even matter the next day.
But, I thought they did.
Now, I treasure every moment, every hug, every butterfly and flower.
Yes, I do.
A Grandson
A grandson will bless you with hugs when he visits, but he takes a piece of your heart when he leaves.
Hello
Hello
Once Upon A Time
Pink Blessings…
Pink Blessings
God’s Grace
God’s Grace
Doing Time…
This was six years ago and my daughter has been sober and free for over four years. Praise God. Looking back from then to now is a thrill and a chill. Amen.
I publish tons of personal stuff on my blog, but I wasn’t going to write about my thirty-nine year-old daughter going to prison, not because I’m ashamed of her, but because the hurt is so enormous.
I have made mistakes. Some that will haunt me until the day I die. Everyone makes mistakes. We all pay for our mistakes too, whether it’s through Karma, prison, divorce, broken hearts, family members who never speak to us again or whatever. You don’t have to wait for an official Judgment Day.
I believe that every day on Earth is Karma’s Judgment Day.
My heart has been sliced, diced and pureed, but much of it I can blame on myself and my bad decisions, decisions made from fear and insecurity.
And just when I think that I have bottomed out on heartbreaks, my middle child, who has also made bad choices, gets herself in enough…
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I Think He Said…
I think he said…
Go Ahead…
Go Ahead…
Green Acres
Got an awesome present today. 1979 Toro and cart. Gonna paint them pink.
Some women want diamonds. All I ever wanted was a farm. I have two acres to play with now.
Found, Not Lost
From my garden in Florida last February.
I slipped into living in the moment Saturday morning. I didn’t plan it and that’s how it happens best.
I bought flowers on Thursday afternoon. On Friday, it was freezing and windy, so I had to leave creating a patio garden around my little trailer for another day.
I picked a bouquet from the hibiscus and the roses, and I spent all day Friday taking pictures.
Saturday morning, when I woke, it was still cold. I peeked outside and I could feel the sun on my face, so I pulled on a warm shirt and long pants and I went outside with my coffee.
Then, I played with the flowers.
As I trimmed and repotted the plants, I fell into my old familiar rhythm.
I started gardening with my mum when I was a toddler and she generously passed on her green thumb to me and to my two sisters.
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Pretty Pink
Pretty Pink
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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