Anna and I went to see Mary Poppins, the wonderful heart warming musical presented by the Village Theatre in Issaquah (for Seattle folks - their other stage is in Everett). I'll tell a bit more about it in a sec, but first I wanted to say that I tried to wear black and white this past weekend to join Sacramento and Monica and Share-in-Style which is always great fun, I even prepared an outfit (hopefully will be able to wear it tomorrow), but this dress put a spell on me - I just couldn't resist it and wore it again. But Anna saved the day without even realizing it, by putting together this black and white outfit. Do you recognize the dress she has on? That's right, I have a skirt which I showed many times on my blog (last time I wore it for another "Julie Andrews musical", oddly enough - read HERE about my outing to see Sound of Music). When I bought this skirt, Anna liked it so much that I ordered one for her too. I love how she wears it as a dress here - very creative! Her sense of style started blossoming pretty early on. At the age of 9, she was already putting together stylish and truly unique outfits, constantly being praised by grown up fashionistas.
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Monday, November 24, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
words
words can hurt
they can put
a cold spell
on a heart
freeze
the heart to death
let me forget those words
breathe
words can heal
they can reach
the tiniest spot
in your heart
put their roots
deep down inside
grow like a child
grows in a mother's womb
words can explode in you like a bomb
they can be gentle
they can be strong
they can become
the last words one ever hears
with his heart, not his ears
shhh
listen to silence
look inwards
for words that heal
that give love
like a mother gives her child a meal
quiet words,
plain, not fancy at all
as simple as seeds
but when they reach soil, not a wall
they grow into beautiful things
that's where it begins
kind simple words that fall
into a longing soul
like dry seeds fall
into longing soil
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