Hop in! Where you headed?

I aim this blog at Hitchhiking stories, obviously. However, you can take that in the 'poetic' sense, as we are 'snakes' in time and the asphalt rivers take us to many places, as well as 'places'..

.... occasionally my own 'Road' spurs me to use this blog to communicate with someone I've 'travelled with' who holds a special meaning to me.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Finally got a beautiful House on my "Hitchhiking journey".
 So far so Good. View of a lake and Mount Rainier. 2 decks. a Patio. and a back sitting area.
Thinking about an Endless Pool soon.
I think we have a bunch of Bald Eagles in the neighborhood!
So much better than renting, Maybe I'll still find someone to share it with, but I'm getting picky.


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You wanted to live, you wanted to have your own experiences. You did that. You hurt people. Because of that, you yourself suffered, and may still be suffering. Did you grow up? Did you learn a lesson? Or are you too proud to adit it? Or too stupid to admit you "get" this question I ask? Stupid is a real thing. I've been stupid at times. I've been proud at times.
But if your heart yearns for something you had, or thought you had, and you do things or don't do things (actions) that might or will take you towards these things your heart wants, it's all choices you made.
I only hear things through the grapevine. But after awhile you learn something about 'vineyards', how grapevines work...they're not all that unalike.

(space here for all the hours of things I could be saying)

I miss your smile.

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Monday, December 21, 2015

Happy Birthday Butterfly

Happy Birthday, .\\
There's always a way to find your way back. To Change like a butterfly.
Maybe not easy..but if it teaches honesty honestly, it makes you grow.
\m/, Vampire

Sunday, September 27, 2015

From the film "From Noon Till Three" (1976)
(Music: Elmer Bernstein / Lyrics: Alan & Marilyn Bergman)

Jill Ireland (Film Soundtrack) - 1976

Some have a lifetime, some just a day
Love isn't something you measure that way
Nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie
All we have is between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

The music has ended, I still hear the song
Our moment was brief, but our kisses were long
Though the loving is over, the love of you stays
And the mem'ry will warm me  the rest of my days

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

We never shared September
Or watched the colours of Fall
But in that wink of time we had
We knew we had it all

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2006)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

me and my big heart

no matter how well we did or did not know the other, i hope that some day,
perhaps from being a mom of 2 boys and maybe, i hope, from the growth of being now involved in your own culture...i hope some day....that you may realize how big my heart is. i hope you remember the time i mentioned i did not want to lose our friendship....
i know, finding the right words is always hard but worth it in the end.
i'm doing okay....but i guess life goes on. despite unfinished business. despite hauntings of a heart torn. there is good in all that's happened, somehow. but
all my time with you brings joy with tears.
truth: my whole life i never even thought about having the kind of happiness it looks like you have...til you... now i find myself yearning for that chance again.

take care.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Monday, November 4, 2013

Broken Bicycles

tom waits

Broken bicycles
Old busted chains
With busted handle bars
Out in the rain
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding july
It's time to be saying good-bye
Summer is gone
Our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles
Out in the rain
Broken bicycles
Don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons
Out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn
When the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me
Will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away

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