There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Wednesday, July 4


I am not sure I believe in love. Someone suggested to me the other day, that I had given up on true love. That just might be the case. Am I repeating myself? sigh... damn old age.. sometimes the record skips and the same chorus plays over and over again, till its played out. Its not even love that I have begun to doubt its the magic of all things this universe offers.

I hope I can put that negative Nancy on a horse riding off to nowhere near me sooner than later. Because, honestly? Everyday above ground is nothing short of a miracle! AND, getting to spend it in Santa Barbara? EVEN more so!!!

ah... sweet love of life, return to me with roses and sweet water to refresh my soul.

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