The steady roar of the ocean, breaking forth, then residing, breathing in, breathing out,  A rhythmic nature mantra. It is such a gift to be soaking my soul with the sight and sounds of the Pacific.

                        A small dried rose bud, fading gently with memories tucked in between its petals to enchant.                        Sing the song of your memories, it is a beautiful gift to give. Petal after petal …especially those that include others who…

                       Antique angel motif buckles, I kid you not. They were pretty cool, I regret I didn't buy at least one of them. I have noticed in these last few weeks after my father's death, that I feel my father…

                               Little girl with a pin curl, do you know how sweet you make the day go by?                      Pigtails and ice cream, the tender moments of childhood that keep a smile tucked safely in one's heart pocket.  

                   A few weeks ago an American flag folded tightly into the shape of tri-angle was handed to my mother in honor of my father at his grave-site. Later we were told that if we donated his flag to the American Legion, it would fly on Memorial…