I can't say it enough, I can't imagine a life without you in it... I think about my life and every now and then I get these tears, I don't think they are of sadness but a joy how fortunate I am and how wonderful it feels to have you in my life... It must be love.... 10, 16 , 21 or 100 nothing is gonna chagne my love for you.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Music and Arts Festival
Avalon Music and Arts Festival
Author Rachel Charlotte Miller's next book signing will be August 10 -12 at Avalon Fest '07 Music and Arts Festival in Paw Paw, West Virginia.
Autumn’s Boutique will be selling separate pieces of poetry from Author Rachel Charlotte Miller’s collection of works, as well as the full line of their lotions and lingerie. Click here to see more of the Rachel Charlotte Miller Collection. There are unique gifts for all occasions at 2onacloud.com.
And also look for our skin care line of organic and herbal products, grown in the hills of Pa and carefully selected to create a high quality product that is a beautiful treatment for the skin.
Author Rachel Charlotte Miller's next book signing will be August 10 -12 at Avalon Fest '07 Music and Arts Festival in Paw Paw, West Virginia.
Autumn’s Boutique will be selling separate pieces of poetry from Author Rachel Charlotte Miller’s collection of works, as well as the full line of their lotions and lingerie. Click here to see more of the Rachel Charlotte Miller Collection. There are unique gifts for all occasions at 2onacloud.com.
And also look for our skin care line of organic and herbal products, grown in the hills of Pa and carefully selected to create a high quality product that is a beautiful treatment for the skin.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Life in Donora
Settling down, in my mind I reviewed the last few festival days. Friday and Saturday were so hot that you begged for shade and Sunday ended the festival with a non stop rain.
My thoughts on the community was one that was stagnant, it was like a stroll through the past. No mass employment in the area, the community faces what so many before them have faced. Poverty,drugs and those struggling to get out and still more satisfied in the only world they know.
I saw people on a level that I had not witnessed in a long time, it reminded of the plight that low income neighborhoods fight on a daily basis.
Many of the people eager for conversation shared their thoughts and celebrated in the joining of neighbors. There were a few who hungered for the arts and appreciated the display of poetry and pictures. I had done what I promised the Lord I would reach out to people in all walks of life.
I saw many of the same problems I myself faced, many young mothers without drivers licenses and education struggling to raise their children.
It isn't possible to survive on a minimum wage job and even worse to raise a family on it. I see so many caught up in the system, with very few doors for them to open.
It was not a weekend of all gloom, I sensed in them a happy people who
warmly welcomed me into their community. Just as any festival there are a few people that sear a permanent picture in your mind. The few that stuck with me were for completely different reasons. The one couple was so happy and warm together that it was refreshing to converse with them, to the complete opposite, a couple where I felt an extreme control of one partner over the other. Then one young women, she was twenty one years old and over coming her disability or at least living despite it.
She read outloud the words in my book, I like that she said, I like it allot, for her she saw the words of inspiration. As she read the notation I made in the book for her she smiled, talked of her boyfriend and her own personal struggles.
I knew that I had been in hiding for many a years, some of it do to circumstances and others maybe to my own time of healing. The place wI chose to call home for twelve years was and isolation from the community at large. The rural area can do that to you, the trees dance in the wind as you wake to the symphony of birds and animals that greet you with the joy of life. It was as if the world and the people in it were locked away beyond the trees of the mountains.
The weekend gave me a greater appreciation for life.
My thoughts on the community was one that was stagnant, it was like a stroll through the past. No mass employment in the area, the community faces what so many before them have faced. Poverty,drugs and those struggling to get out and still more satisfied in the only world they know.
I saw people on a level that I had not witnessed in a long time, it reminded of the plight that low income neighborhoods fight on a daily basis.
Many of the people eager for conversation shared their thoughts and celebrated in the joining of neighbors. There were a few who hungered for the arts and appreciated the display of poetry and pictures. I had done what I promised the Lord I would reach out to people in all walks of life.
I saw many of the same problems I myself faced, many young mothers without drivers licenses and education struggling to raise their children.
It isn't possible to survive on a minimum wage job and even worse to raise a family on it. I see so many caught up in the system, with very few doors for them to open.
It was not a weekend of all gloom, I sensed in them a happy people who
warmly welcomed me into their community. Just as any festival there are a few people that sear a permanent picture in your mind. The few that stuck with me were for completely different reasons. The one couple was so happy and warm together that it was refreshing to converse with them, to the complete opposite, a couple where I felt an extreme control of one partner over the other. Then one young women, she was twenty one years old and over coming her disability or at least living despite it.
She read outloud the words in my book, I like that she said, I like it allot, for her she saw the words of inspiration. As she read the notation I made in the book for her she smiled, talked of her boyfriend and her own personal struggles.
I knew that I had been in hiding for many a years, some of it do to circumstances and others maybe to my own time of healing. The place wI chose to call home for twelve years was and isolation from the community at large. The rural area can do that to you, the trees dance in the wind as you wake to the symphony of birds and animals that greet you with the joy of life. It was as if the world and the people in it were locked away beyond the trees of the mountains.
The weekend gave me a greater appreciation for life.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Festival
My mind is scattered, mixed thoughts, I have the feeling of standing at the bottom of the mountain and just again starting the climb. On the way I see many accomplishments and the struggles that weigh a person down.... I am not normally as excited before an event as I am today.
I am not sure why I am as restless. I have been trying to separate personal issues from the day at hand, to not be overwhelmed .
Looking at the last few weeks of accomplishments I see the bringing together of new products and the reintroduction of my skincare line in a new label, the attempt at updating the web store, and also the introduction of poetry in various mediums. What started as fragments of my being and my desire for many things such as love and financial independence , have been muddied by the darkness of another's thoughts and actions.
It is so hot this morning and yet I feel a chill. Many things cross my mind, previous conversations and some how a reanalysis of what is. Trying to battle down my own inner fears and rise above.
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I am not sure why I am as restless. I have been trying to separate personal issues from the day at hand, to not be overwhelmed .
Looking at the last few weeks of accomplishments I see the bringing together of new products and the reintroduction of my skincare line in a new label, the attempt at updating the web store, and also the introduction of poetry in various mediums. What started as fragments of my being and my desire for many things such as love and financial independence , have been muddied by the darkness of another's thoughts and actions.
It is so hot this morning and yet I feel a chill. Many things cross my mind, previous conversations and some how a reanalysis of what is. Trying to battle down my own inner fears and rise above.
~~~
The smallest light shines brightest
on the darkness night.
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on the darkness night.
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