Butterflies kissed my face today
They flittered and they fluttered
all through my hair.
They whispered do not give up
you are loved, you are loved
we are here
to tell you, you are loved.
So many butterflies
surrounded my shoulders
I laughed and I smiled
as I danced
through the grass
with butterflies around my feet.
I felt like a child
no longer older
my spirit so light.
I stayed outside and played
watching my sweet
butterflies in flight.
Butterflies kissed my face today.
Beautiful creations from Michelle Marie, my very favorite blogger, friend, artist and writer!
You may notice a recurring theme in all my art, I hope that it is love.
I think we all love the idea of love and I tend to get carried away…
why shouldn’t I? Life is always so serious and I think for just a little
while I get lost with You, dreaming and that is just how it is
thank you for your inspiration!
Michelle Marie, this is the best gift ever! I love it when I send you pics of my flowers and you turn them into gorgeous masterpieces. I believe angels do live in my garden and I believe that angels use your willing heart and your creative mind as a playground. We are gonna have a blast in 2015! Love, Pinky
Jeanne Marie has quite the garden and loves to take photos of her flowers. I think Angels live in her garden I do.
Proud to call this bright star my PINK friend…
Whenever you’re lonely
Whenever you need me
I’ll be the brightest star in the sky
MichelleMarie
Letting go of your hand
although you tell me
I cannot stand
unless you are by my side.
You mixed your lies…
truth, shaken and blended
to create a sweet disguise
under your mask I did not peek.
No, I will not behave.
No, I will not be quiet.
No, I will not be a slave
to lies I once believed.
Tell me this…
where is the woman
I used to know?
Where is she now
where did she go?
Trying to leave
you beg me to stay
weak in the head,
I must be, because
suitcases are unpacked
clothes are put away.
Breathing ain’t easy
when you’ve been
crushed by the muck.
Leaving is hard
but it’s the staying,
oh ya, it’s the staying
that sincerely sucks.
I love Rain Love!
Loving this PINK!
Beautiful…
These are the special times and
for such a time as this
we love a little harder
dream a little bigger
laugh a little louder
share a little more
dare to believe the impossible
every day is my
for such a time as this
if you have ever shared a time
in my life, rather it be past, or present
I want you to know You made our
for such a time as this
special and for that
I am thankful
with all my heart
today I let that time be what it is
for such a time as this
I won’t miss but hold fondly
in my heart
the
for such a time as this
that reminds me of you
The Christmas Cactus…
The white blooms are from my sister Sue to her daughter, Danielle. Danny asked me to save its life when it was weak and dying. I mixed it with my half pink plant. It was half a plant because someone, not me, didn’t listen when I yelled, “STOP!”
By the way do you think men ask you to watch them back up and guide them just so you’ll get out of the way? Because they never do hear you yell “STOP!” or see you waving your arms in the air.
Anyway, my half a pink plant that my mother-in-law gave me when I moved here was very special to me and the half that Sue gave to Danny was very special to her.
At the time, that piece of white Christmas cactus would be all that I had left of my sister, Sue. I cried when Danielle trusted me with it. These two halves blended well and created a beautiful, full, gorgeous Christmas cactus. 
I added a piece of peach cactus in thin areas and it bloomed in July. Really. If anybody has a Christmas cactus that has bloomed in July, even in Florida please let me know!
This Christmas cactus was dying, broken, and to the eye, worthless. I tenderly replanted these shattered, sickly leaves in one pot. I fertilized them with love, tears, Miracle Grow and prayers. It has grown and bloomed into a family treasure, just like my Great Nana’s gigantic Christmas cactus that we have passed through the family. (By the way whoever has custody of it now, I would love a piece to add to this new one.)
Merry Christmas to all the women in my family from me and the Christmas cactus. If I was going to dedicate a plant to all the men in the family, it would have to be a rose and they know why.
Love from all my Angels and me, Jeanne Marie
So precious…
Art by MichelleMarie
Sometimes when she’s feelin’ lonely
or when she’s feelin’ blue
she talks to the animals
and sings to them too
The birds they seem to whistle
the happy happy turn
the rabbits and the the squirrels
hum the tune…
I love you, I love you, I love you
wouldn’t you talk to the animals to?
Art from thinkingpinkx2’s Michelle Marie
Art by MichelleMarie
Remember when you were little
and there were treasures hidden
in old trunks and boxes?
Well, I think there still are
surprise treasures!
I DO
How beautiful…
Merry Christmas from thinkingpinkx2@wordpress.com!
Beautiful wishes from Michelle Marie…
From where I stand…
Sometimes…I just want to go home.
Visit thinkingpinkx2@wordpress for more shiny things!
I always try to focus on the happy, shiny, sparkly things no matter what.
If that sounds like I’m pretending well guess what sometimes you have to
just to get you past the rough stuff….
So today I couldn’t find anything shiny to focus on I made it myself.
See there’s always something shiny to focus on when you hang out with me!
Be your own…wonderful words.
Precious and pretty…love the colors.
So beautiful…
Art by MichelleMarie 
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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