Sand Gator

Alone in the sand.

Made by someone’s hand.

nothing is real.

A sighting not a big deal.

If the rain should come,

It’s back to where he’s from.






Under My Umbrella

It’s raining today,

All cloudy and grey.

Yeah, found a water tank leak.

Guess it’s passed its peak.

Husband just Called.

Car needs to be hauled.

Seems the transmission went.

I’m feeling a bit spent.

If you wonder what’s wrong?

Or remind me to be strong…

I will… Just let me stop.

And put my brain in the shop.

I will be here under my umbrella.

Waiting for the sun with my fella.

Beading Therapy

As a young person heading out into the world….My thoughts are something like this… (less is more) . On one hand I can count my necessary shoes. Let’s see I have, one black, and one blue pair of dress shoes. I have one pair of old lady black waitress shoes, and one pair of sneakers. My most practical shoe is the boots From who knows when? And, that’s it.


My jewelry is pretty much the same. I have one teal necklace ,a gift. I have one black necklace, another gift. Lastly, I own two chains. Let’s see…one gold. And, the other is silver . No, not the real deal. But, real to me.

Years go by, and there is a drastic change in me. Who am I? My little space fills like I am flooded with so much jewelry.  My younger self  sometimes cringes.  How did this happen? Well, to my husbands dismay… I made a discovery….beading therapy.

For me, jewelry designing has become my beading therapy.  The hours just pass as I sort through the Ray of colors. As my hands, feel the textures. My ears tune in to the  rattling beads. Honestly, there are times when ,it is just as therapeutic ,as writing.   So, what can I do but join the crafting circles. Yes, I am now one of those people sitting at a booth hoping to unload a little inventory, just in time for my next call for beading therapy .