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Pessimism - We all have choices everyday. We get to decide if, in the midst of all the challenges, negativity, violence and depressing news online and in the news - if we can see a silver lining, or something positive. The world is made up of different perspectives and points of views, very freely expressed online. Sometimes there are the voices of skepticism, anger, hate, resentment, bigotry, intolerance,racism and just about every other 'ism' which can be found. Today, they  are still there, every pessimistic point of view... it made me smile as I realize, something positive is happening for all those in a pessimistic whirl - freedom to express... and freedom to share. Find the things which can make you smile today. Many years ago the freedom to express publicly was not as possible as it is today, so that is definitely a positive breakthrough.... just sharing out loud. Have a wonderful day. Be blessed and encouraged DWordslayer    © Donna-Luisa...

Hello dear friend it's  Alice again With Saint  Bear at my side Tonight we must sleep, quietly keep After taking a ride My pillow, gives me thoughts to think About all I wish for us to see My tired eyes keep closing Finally it’s time for dreams Tonight my hope is to see the moon With Saint bear at my side The sort of dream that takes us far On a galactic ride Saint Bear refuses to sleep I think he is afraid It’s good I brought my headset for him He can use it until he’s brave Take us to  the  moon, and back Let me touch the stars just this once Who knows what mysteries lies ahead Its an adventure for me and Saint Bear I can see the heavens and the earth beneath Oops, there goes something else I know It’s the pretty flip flops my granny sent Finding its way back home How great it is these nights of dreams When all daylight has passed I wish for night to always be My present and forever last Maybe my da...

Everyone like to have fun, even children. Taking chances and pushing to the brink of whats allowed can be considered creative or rebellious. Through the eyes of a child a happy day can have consequences. Alice pushes the boundaries in this tale! Today I really did have fun But think my happiness will be undone As momma tucked me in she asked, “Alice how was your day when you went out to play?” I did try to tell the truth And hoped she would not find my loot As Princess Alice I walked the plank My ship it really sank The treasures still there on board Are possessions my momma had stored From my bedroom and the house I collected all I had If she only looked through the back window She would know that I was a wee bit bad! Saint Bear, O he did cringe, Sometimes he sure is Mr Grinch Willow sat on a stomp to see As I walked blind- folded on the tree, The one daddy painted just for me On my ship I placed my dress, the new one from mom...

These stories about Alice are tales through my inner childhood eyes. The illustrations by Lei Lei are the inspiration for Alice and her Stuffed Whale Micah, Willow her pet cat, and Saint Bear her teddy-bear friend. When we sleep our dreams are powerful, so to are those of our children. Sharing stories of friendship , love hope and adventure, can inspire great moments for any child. This is my third story of Alice Its night time now and time for sleep I can’t close my eyes, because they weep Today momma took me out with my Saint Bear Saint Bear and I went everywhere... Tonight momma opens the door and peeks inside Alice looks up through very wet eyes “Alice, please don’t cry daddy will find him soon” Alice responds, “Saint Bear was lost since noon” Momma comes in and holds Alice tight “Go to sleep my dear, he will be home by daylight”. She stays until Alice falls asleep Places Micah at her side, and Willow at her feet Away in her slumber Alice did dr...

Alice closed her eyes to wait for a dream If I can think hard, I can make it be As she drifts off her thoughts of summer are here Lots of pretty flowers growing everywhere She sees the red tulip, and it must be real Summer is here, no snow to be seen There is the table on the grass Two chairs chairs to be found Alice climbs the table, without making a sound There on top is momma's coffee mug With a red tulip inside Why bother to leave, no need to hide “Willow do come up” , she calls out to her cat But he is trying to get up, wondering if he’s too fat It won't hurt if I sit on the table To see this flower up close There will be no harm if it comes near to my nose. The tulip tilts over ...then she hears the bee within Won't be very happy if I end tonight with an angry bee sting Alice releases the tulip and she loses the dream She awakes to the morning Thinking, it seemed so real As she goes to her window Looking out on the...

Her name was Alice And she was eight Her room was her palace Her dreams different place Willow was her black cat A tabby of course Micah was her pet stuffed whale With him she was never lost  One night as she lay asleep A thunderstorm crept into her dreams She squeezed onto her stuffed Micah with willow at her heel The bed seemed filled with water The storm was raging fierce All she could see was the horizon As water covered her bed!  Micah sprung up to action He had to save his friend He understood the water And from where it all began T’was Alice eating ice cream She had hidden in her room Willow was happy sharing Even licking the spoon  He could hear her tummy roaring As he told her to hold on So he sped across the water With Willow holding on tightly - hoping not to drown As he got to their destination Alice awoke with a thud She gazed around at her room And wondered about the flood  Alice looked at Micah and Willow All three on ...

Beekeeping & Stings This is the first of my reflections from experiences with bees...enjoy! Bee Keeping is not  for the faint-hearted. In fact when you get that first sting, if you are like me, then fifty shades of red will be color of your cheeks. I can still remember the sharp stab by that bee which followed me around as I flung my arms to and fro waving at it. The little bee probably thought I was engaging in a ritual war dance before attacking, and checked his Sun Tzu script. He was quiet, lulling me into a false sense of security, waiting for the unguarded moment to strike. For a brief moment I could not see him, I thought I was safe and suddenly … zap #%*# he got me! The first sting hurts  the most. I screamed, and swore the relationship with my then boyfriend – who ended up being the father of my children - was over! Alas the pain from that sting only made me stronger and wiser for the next one. I thought I was prepared and ...zap #%*# it happened again the...

His Death My friends and bloggers, I could not let this day pass without sharing. In the past six weeks I have had the 'life challenges and triumphs' which I will share as I resume writing. Today, I thought to share my thoughts on being a DAD v Father, from my own life experiences... My father died on 13 th  June, 2013  of throat cancer.My birthday is 14th June, and his was 15th June. He died as he lived, secretly not wanting any of his children (all daughters) scattered around the world to know.  He died with his wife of thirty years (not my mom) and their daughter (my sister by his seed) close to him. He died afraid, trying to keep his secrets yet knowing they would all come out. He was a man, who was influenced by material things, status and the facade of ‘living a good life.’ A fantasy & rejection Growing up I loved the man I thought  my father was. It is difficult for a child of five years old to understand divorce and life, when it changes from a...