Category: Michelle Marie

Trusting when things don’t make sense is hard, but for me the only way to be. 💜

And so we grow, seeking the light…resting in the shade…<3

I’m kinda caught between
The moon, midnight and words
that never come out
I never feel it’s words I need to say
But the feeling we get when we be
just us, we, me and then I think
I’m kinda caught between
what I really should not say…always

Because Kindness Matters it just does. I will always choose kindness even when I feel offended, or someones words are hurtful.

Just because you can say something mean doesn’t mean you should.
Just because you can share an opinion that could be taken in the wrong way, don’t mean you ought to. 

Sometimes I grow weary reading thoughts that are unkind.
Nevertheless, I choose to share my art, photos and thoughts here. I focus on the goodness and kindness of others and believe the very best from everyone. Have a blessed day.~ღ~

Misty Morning Sunrise

Just before the dawn

The lazy mist

Is hanging in the trees

I smile at the sweet thought

slowly creeping cross my mind

You are soft and ever gentle 

In my heart 💙

Show me see your abstract art
Searching my libraries I realized
While I have no “abstract art” per’ se
My life is a tapestry of art you see
I have opened & left my heart is free
Here on these pages and  WP posts
My Abstract love and soul
~ღ~

You said it’s Only Love and I thought to myself… Ya and to me that’s a big deal.
Have you ever wondered if someone loved you after they left?
Have you ever thought about someone and loved them from afar?
Don’t you want to look into someone’s eyes after the years of loving
have tried love and found it present and true? I do!
I think sometimes it takes time to know and then maybe later
When we are old, we’ll sit on the porch and watch the sun set and say
It really is Only Love and It Is Everything…like that~ღ~

It’s hard to imagine you not feeling like you are enough. I wondered immediately what would make you say this… I want you to know… You Are More Than Enough ღ

Even though the storm feels over
I don’t ever mind the rain…
Or the stain
I don’t want to be the same

So what if there’s a stain
from
One remarkable storm
Soaked to the bone

This is worth it to me…
I’m no saint, but honestly
Can I be transformed?

Hearts are weather makers…
Have you heard
Salvation comes in the morning?

Baptized by truth
I have reaped what I’ve sown
It was worth it to me

It’s weird that I feel this way
I thought it would be more quiet
Instead of quaking…this aching

from

One remarkable storm

Memories hold you

Thoughts of you unfold me

I can still hear your voice

What about me, where will I go?

I can’t remember my response

I knew at that moment as

Your word nestled inside my heart

Christmas never comes without

Stirring up your words

I love how memories hold you

The sweetness of the bittersweet

Thoughts of you like that

Love

is one of those things

that is hard to find

words to express

what is felt so deeply

It remains a wordless

expression only felt

with the heart

When I was young I would sit on the swing-set starring at the sky. I noticed how time would fly and my thoughts would land like bumble bees kissing a flower, never staying on one subject too long. I guess that was when I learned that my soul and spirit could float and my imagination could imagine, ever though my feet were firmly planted in my present moment. I remember this day because I remember thinking when I am older I want to remember this day…How the clouds are making shapes like horses and cows and the wind was blowing them around, and for the span of 2 hours I was lost in my thoughts. I smile as I write this in my journal because it is something I didn’t want to forget about myself—even though my feet are firmly planted in the present moment, my soul, spirit and mind…

“Why am I so sad,” she asked?
This is to my broken tribe of loved ones, those I hold dear, those I sit with as they cry~with no answers but to offer a word of comfort. What do you say to the broken one who comes from years of emotional abuse? What do you say to the one who has been suddenly left without a trace of love? What do you say to her when her beloved dies, leaving them to pick up the pieces? How do you help someone that is lost in sadness? Lost in the past and the memories and thoughts that play over and over in her mind, tormenting her soul? I’m not sure if there is anything I can say to make it better. All I know to do is tarry with you as you find your way back to wholeness. Someone did this for…

I dreamed I saw PiNk trees~Jeanne Marie.

Over here please follow
You see the tree of hush
Is where the fairy wings grow
Please try them you simply must

Oh no, I said to her
I simply cannot fly
I know you won’t believe me
So let’s not even try

She wasn’t having any
Of my words to stop her there
She plucked from the hush tree
This beautiful blue pair

I can’t fly I said, I just can’t
I’ve tried so very long
I began to realize, and I think
I don’t belong

With a little twinkle of her eyes
I arose up in the air
Now you’re flying she laughed gleefully
Remember don’t look down
When you see the hush tree
Do not make a sound because

Fairy wings grow there

For my sweet Pink friend Jeanne Marie.

We all have layers
I’m afraid that
mine are showing
Only a matter of time
Then you will be knowing
The things I try to hide
That scream at me inside
I promised I would muffle
and I even tried to shuffle
But nothing could chase
the voice that spoke inside
Close down
Go away
Just shut up
Stop speaking
there’s no use in even pleading
for reprieve or grace
cause girl, you’ve lost your place
Just shut up and be quiet
Lay down and take it quietly
No one will notice twice maybe
Baby, please don’t fade
Remember you are made from
Love, Peace, and smiles
Leaving traces in the hearts
of those who love you!
We all have layers

P.S. For someone who is struggling. I hear you, even when you aren’t speaking.

Friends are
Angels that lift us
to our feet when
Our wings have trouble
remembering
How to Fly

photo by Jeanne Marie/Art by MichelleMarie

Art by MichelleMarie

Thank you JM for that song it is very inspiring!

This is my interruption of that song! WOW~POWERFUL

letting that baggage go sweet Friend

Thank you for reminding me PRAY!!!!!!ALWAYS it sets US FREE

https://womenwhothinktoomuch.wordpress.com/2014/09/26/for-my-pink-partner-michelle-marie/

I believe there’s an art to letting go
It’s delicate and tenuous and tender
Devoid of words that make sense
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
Letting go, to me means setting myself and you
Free…because we were all meant to be free
I know this…yet I struggle to let go
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
It’s delicate and tenuously tender
Like the sadness of saying goodbye
To something or someone you hold dear
because we were all meant to be free
I believe there’s an art to letting go

If only
a little miracle
for her broken soul
To heal her up and
make her whole
That’s always my prayer
If only 

Amen

I feel you walk away
I feel you…turn and say
Are you still here
Yes…Yes…I am
Just not the same
MichelleMarie

JM has this amazing teal Christmas tree that needed our Pink touch. The sweetest part was that I got to meet her son and his sweet wife and JM’s so amazing Grandkids. They are precious and why not, because she is.

Mile and Cole placed all the ornaments, while we attached the hanger thingys. JM’s house is a showcase kinda place every time I visit she’s done more awesome things. We sat on the front porch and talked I can’t tell you how it feels to see her in Oklahoma permanently. I love how she pauses and takes it all in. I don’t think she realizes, I do that I notice her pause, because I love these NEW memories we are making!

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It was winter in her soul
Each beautiful flake
Fell soft upon her unrest

She whispered…I’ve got
One more leaving…
I’ve got…
One more goodbye

Let me sit down beside you
Let me rock-a-bye your soul
Friend I feel heavy
It’s winter I know it’s cold

I hear you whisper
I’ve got
One more leaving…
I’ve got…
One more goodbye

Spring will come soon friend
Let’s rock-a-bye