Monday, May 1, 2017





                                       Purple Dead-Nettle
                                     Carpets of soft purple
                      Flow across fields before Spring plowing
                               Like a sunrise on the ground
                   Awakening in renewal with joyous abandon.
                                     Everything but dead,
                                       Purple Dead-Nettle

April Showers

I Live

I live in fantasy
And dreaming,
With which no reality
Can compete. 

My reality a shell
Of what if and if only...

Feet buried in the sand
Head in clouds
Time to meet in the middle
Real world life.


Silence

Silence or evasion
Lies large and small 
Does a white lie 
To keep from hurting someone matter?
Why will go unanswered
In that loud emptiness
One heart not growing fonder 
As absence shows little heart at all
By it's wrenching silence

Alone

Alone on a bench in peace and calm
The twitterings of song birds
And gently moving water
A breeze blows my hair softly across my cheek
Like the gentle touch of a lover saying goodbye
It has gotten cold and time to move on.

Suffer the Night 
(In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month)

On a cloudless night, 
It rains 
Warm salty trickles
Slide down cheeks to lips
A heart filled with sorrow
The mind tries to accept 
Depression
And the inertia it brings
A struggle to sleep
A struggle to wake
With the morning, suffering inside
While smiles and laughter 
For a public face. 




Sunday, April 24, 2016

I Hear God's Heartbeat

I hear God's heartbeat in the waves 
and my heart slows to match the calming rhythm.

His voice echoes in soft whispers on the wind.
His light leads me to an angel wing of sea glass.

I find peace at the shore.

My dogs stop to watch the ducks and seagulls.
They sniff at piles of seaweed full of delightful smells.

Shylow ventures closer to the water... 
until splashed by a small wave.

Back to sniffing higher on the beach for a dogie kind of peace.

The sun peaks out of passing ribbons of clouds 
and Delilah stands with eyes half closed to worship the warmth.

A seagull lands close by and disturbs Delilah's contemplation.
She wants to chase it but it flies off again.

Does she wonder about the sun and our place in the universe?

I search for the trust that will show me the way
to a meaningful life.

I walk the beach in quiet reverie and know God has 
something great planned for me.

Like finding sea glass among the many grains of sand, 
I will find the prize when the time is right. 

It would be nice to find it soon. 

-Mary E. Hennessy

Tuesday, February 16, 2016


February Musings


Image by Alexey Kljatov 

I.  Sleepless night.
Bullets of rain thundered on the awnings and roof  
washed away a foot of snow that fell the day before. 
Bipolar weather.

***

II. A dusting turned to heaps,
the heaps to sad ribbons along wet streets.
Is this the start of Spring
or just another teaser?

***

III. Twenty-seven to forty-nine degrees
within twenty-four hours.
Sparrow friends left my awning
for shelter warmer than cold metal.

***

IV. Awoke to a fog thick and still
like looking through a shroud of muslin
muting colors to gray scale.
Ghostly beauty.

***

V. Bands of gray slowly give way to blue
as the morning becomes afternoon.
Will there be red sky tonight
and a delightful tomorrow?

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Saturday, January 23, 2016




Whistle the wind
thrum through tree branches
twang power lines 
tap a beat with icy pellets
the music of the raging blizzard.

White blows hard 
against the red brick
turning rosy pink
washes gray the sky, river, bay 
the world muffled in cold cotton.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Well people, it's been almost a month since I posted to this blog. I've been very neglectful. My ADD kicked in and I started writing another book while putting off working on my Scifi opus. I am having too much fun with this new one: "My Life in the Midst of Food."

Since resolving to get down to the business of losing weight and becoming a healthier person, I decided to write about food instead of eating. It's my autobiography and a cookbook with foods that are tied to my memories of growing up. Looking back shows me how obsessed I have been with food since I was really young. Recipes range from the simple to the elaborate, from healthy eating to not so healthy.

As I finish chapters I will be posting them here. Some recipes I need to get from family members and some are my own. It's been a fun time outlining the many moves my family made and the memories of a wonderful childhood. Looking back on where I come from I hope to more clearly focus on where I want to go.

Love, laugh and eat well my friends.

Time to go to bed as it is now the wee hours of the morning and I have a lot to accomplish after only a few hours sleep.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

I decided to try a free version of the Myers-Briggs personality test today. These are my two types. Figures I would have two types!

"ENFJ, the Teacher
ENFJs are idealist organizers, driven to implement their vision of what is best for humanity. They often act as catalysts for human growth because of their ability to see potential in other people and
their charisma in persuading others to their ideas. They are focused on values and vision, and are passionate about the possibilities for people.

ENFJs are typically energetic and driven, and often have a lot on their plates. They are tuned into the needs of others and acutely aware of human suffering; however, they also tend to be optimistic and forward-thinking, intuitively seeing opportunity for improvement. The ENFJ is ambitious, but their ambition is not self-serving: rather, they feel personally responsible for making the world a better place."

"ENFP, the Champion
ENFPs are people-centered creators with a focus on possibilities and a contagious enthusiasm for new ideas, people and activities. Energetic, warm, and passionate, ENFPs love to help other people explore their creative potential.

ENFPs are typically agile and expressive communicators, using their wit, humor, and mastery of language to create engaging stories. Imaginative and original, ENFPs often have a strong artistic side. They are drawn to art because of its ability to express inventive ideas and create a deeper understanding of human experience."


To see what yours is:  http://www.truity.com/test/type-finder-research-edition

I did this test because I saw a link on Facebook that professes to tell you, if you are single, why you aren't in a relationship. 

"ENFJ You’re single because: You smothered the crap out of your last partner, who genuinely did not have anything left to “Open up” about. You’ll get into a relationship when: You go on the Bachelor and win." 

So, when hell freezes over! I hate that show! Plus I would never get on it even if I wanted to. I am way too old and not attractive enough for their screwed up standards. LOL!!!

"ENFP You’re single because: You have the attention span of a goldfish and cannot decide what you want. You’ll get into a relationship when: You find someone just unattainable enough to intrigue you for a significant period of time."

How do you have a relationship with someone unattainable?! Besides, been there and tried that and it does not work. Well actually, it's too much work. 

If you want to see what they think your relationship options are:  http://thoughtcatalog.com/heidi-priebe/2015/03/heres-why-youre-still-single-based-on-your-myers-briggs-personality-type/