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Pondering Pansies ~ What’s in a Name?

My name is derived from my Nanny (grandmother) who, (the story goes) on Easter Sunday, was born dead. It is told that her father, my great-grandfather, had a little bouquet of ‘pansy’ flowers in his hands he had picked from the garden, expecting this day to be joyous. Upon hearing this grievous news, he sullenly laid the tiny bouquet atop his daughter’s tiny chest. The moment the flowers touched her…she gasped for air and began to wail.  She was promptly named ‘Pansy’ […]

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~ Supper Is Ready – Missing My Nanny ~

Memories of my childhood days bring back the sharp pungent smell of river catfish, the earthy smell of sweet golden corn, the light buttery smell of mashed potatoes, the floury smell of homemade biscuits and the delicious aroma of fresh apples being stewed in sugar and cinnamon. Even though supper was not served until the sun started fading in the sky, my Nanny would start laboring in the kitchen long before.

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~ Happy Valentine’s Day ~

Free yourself from the chains that bind you. Release the fear that holds you captive. Do not be afraid to love and be loved. Don’t lay blame – but then again don’t hold back. Speak your mind. Or perhaps, whisper your thoughts. The fear (or comfortableness) of communicating between male and females in relationships is the number one reason small problems become greater. We leave them unattended, but they do not die. They fester and grow. They become beasts, devouring […]

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~ Butterfly Kisses – A Gentle Poem by Muse ~

~Butterfly Kisses~ ~ Aged imperfection ~ Stitched upon my face… Years and years ~ Of wisdom… Earned by Holy Grace. Quiet solitude ~In a humble home… All the family scattered ~ Like nomads ~ Do they roam. Then a gift ~ Sent from above… A memory ~Pure and tangible… Wrapped in innocence ~And unquestioning love. A butterfly kiss ~ Lands gently upon my cheek… From an unseen child ~ A kiss most sweet… Heaven grants grace ~ And tears follow… […]

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~ Supper Is Ready – Penning Fact ~

Memories of my childhood days bring back the sharp pungent smell of river catfish, the earthy smell of sweet golden corn, the light buttery smell of mashed potatoes, the floury smell of homemade biscuits and the delicious aroma of fresh apples being stewed in sugar and cinnamon. Even though supper was not served until the sun started fading in the sky, my Nanny would start laboring in the kitchen long before.

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