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Daffodils and Daydreams ~

the bohemian — Mon, 09 Mar 2020 15:30:55 +0000

“May you live all the days of your life.”
~ Jonathan Swift

He strolled in with a Daffodil

He held in his hand.

A symbol of love

And our growing life plan.

A smile and a card

A kiss and a dream

A love everlasting

A most wondrous thing.

A small yellow flower

That touches my soul

A moment in time

I’ll never let go.

As another day comes to a close and Winter begins to wane with Spring just out of reach, I begin to daydream and remember:

Time has a way of rewriting the stories, of easing the pains and magnifying the celebrations. It has a way of healing our hearts and our souls of long lost loves and heartfelt pains. It is able to cure the deepest pain and in doing so help us to go on and make us willing and able to truly live again.

In a way, what remains is only the best of the moments and the highlight reels.

I think of this as a blessing, a second chance to give thanks for all that has come before and all that is in store. It gives us another chance to learn from the past and by learning we are able to look back with fondness and daydream and plan for the future while enjoying each moment we are fortunate enough to experience.

The years have gone by with a speed that was unfathomable at 18. The years have become our past and if we are fortunate we have a story that is progressing into a novel we would be proud to have our children and grandchildren read.

What lies behind you and what lies before you are tiny matters compared to what lies within you.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Now I look with happiness at my daffodil, a beautiful yellow flower that symbolizes all the promises of new awakenings.

My daffodil, showing me that the true gifts in my life are the unexpected pleasures and joys that come my way.

My daffodil, reminding me of the “Daffodil Principle” where one woman accomplished a masterpiece by planting 5 acres, one bulb at a time.

I know that I am on the right track, always searching, always hoping and always, always loving.

Life is our most precious gift.

~ Live Life ~

“A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.”
~ James Allen

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SUNRISE ~

the bohemian — Thu, 14 Nov 2019 18:44:58 +0000

SUNRISE

S teadfast in the morning shadows – dependable and unencumbered

U nexplainable beauty - imponderable with an evanescent glow

N ew beginnings – believing and knowing

R adiance ever-changing – transfixed in amazement

I ridescent – magnified with beauty and magnificence

S plendid – gentle and serene

E verlasting wonder – treasures of a lifetime

I remember long ago gazing over the rolling plains, to witness another amazing sunrise, I was mesmerized as the western skies of Wyoming seemed to transform themselves into a magnificent painting; a painting full of radiant color and luminance, a 3-d panorama of vivid iridescence. The reds, the violets, the pinks, all seem polarized and much more intense than expected. I was full of wonder and begin to realize the promise of what is ahead.

Today I awoke to a most amazing sunrise and took a moment to count my blessings. Sunrise is a time filled with peacefulness and beauty, a moment made for reflecting and imagining, a moment in time when everything seems possible and the confines of the day have not yet begun to embrace us. It has a calmness and an allurement that engulfs the senses and manifests itself into whatever we can dream is before us.
Sunrise is a time for setting goals, for believing the impossible, when anything seems probable and everything is still before us. A time filled with peacefulness and beauty, a moment made for reflecting and imagining, a moment in time when everything seems possible and the confines of the day have not yet begun to embrace us. It has a calmness and an allurement that engulfs all of the senses and manifests itself into whatever we can dream is before us.

If I could be granted one wish today it would be that all those who are bound by shackles and blinders would be set free from the restraints that bind them. I wish that true freedom from sorrow and pain would be sprinkled down on humanity like a gentle soothing rain.

So… as the dawn of a new day beckons, our world is a blank canvas and our brushstrokes can design a world full of all we dare imagine it to be.

Peace and Tranquility ~

the bohemian — Mon, 04 Nov 2019 17:09:28 +0000

There’s a peace and tranquility deep in my soul

A confident feeling of finally letting go.

Letting go of the past, letting go of my fears

Letting go of the heartache, letting go of my tears.

With you I am able, to live life on the line

To hope for tomorrow, put the past behind.

With a dream and a feeling, a hope and a prayer

A love everlasting, free from despair.
~ Tammy

Ours Is A Love Song ~

the bohemian — Mon, 05 Aug 2019 19:37:05 +0000

Ours is a love song that will play out through time.

Ours is a true love, one only few will find.

It’s a moment when we know,

No matter where we go,

Ours is a love song.

Finding hope and solace, in dreams of forever.

Recognizing true love, when it’s right before our eyes.

Expecting rainbows to appear to wash away the sorrow.

Knowing that always…

In its timeless replay of memories,

Ours is a love song.

Moonlight strolls along white, sandy beaches.

Drawing names in the sand and listening as the waves

Crash along the shore.

Understanding that today is not only a moment

But a lifetime …

Ours is a love song.

You share the adventures for the road that’s ahead.

You’ve helped my dreams come true

With every word that you’ve said.

By understanding the lyrics that make up my life

You seem to feel the music as we’re holding on tight.

Ours is a love song.
~ Tammy

WONDER

the bohemian — Mon, 05 Aug 2019 17:43:32 +0000

W anting forever - having only a small amount of time to explore and experience

O pen skies of Wyoming – radiating the most brilliant blues – never able to capture

N atural settings of rivers and streams – hidden deep in the Colorado Rockies

D aybreak as the sun peaks over the mountains - amazed by true joy

E verlasting beauty not trampled or . . . → Read More: WONDER

A Man And His Boat ~

the bohemian — Thu, 25 Jul 2019 20:26:29 +0000

As the sun rises on the horizon… I wonder

Where will this day lead?

What joys will I behold?

As it begins its ascent… rising higher

I pause to reflect.

A man and his boat

Looking for adventure…

Dreaming, Hoping and Enjoying.

When will we realize

That we only truly live

If we take each day and truly breathe…

Breathe in the salty smell of the sea

Breathe in the excitement of the chase

Breathe in the moments…

Experience the all.

A man and his boat

Looking ahead…

Expecting, Believing and Delighting.

An Affair Of The Heart ~

the bohemian — Sun, 21 Jul 2019 18:05:27 +0000

You gave me a moment to hold in my mind

You gave me a rainbow to hope and to find

You showed me tomorrow, if I’d take a chance

You made me feel laughter and gave me romance

You captured my soul, when love got its start.

I dreamed of forever…

An Affair Of The Heart.

Your love opened windows and set my mind free

I dreamed of what should be and what was meant to be.

An exceptional romantic, in the ballet of life

A heartened awakening, in the ways of our strife.

A touch and a prayer, a hope and a dream

Laughter and music, a wonderous Scheme.

Deep in my soul, a long burning fire

Forever and Always…

An Affair Of The Heart.

Sail Away

the bohemian — Fri, 19 Jul 2019 13:00:03 +0000

Sail Away

Sail Away ~ Far Into The Sea of Love.

Drift Slowly Into A Wave Of Turmoil,

Listen To The Seagulls As They Cry In Pain.

Watch As Your Life

Free To Twist And Turn With The Wind

Falls Short Of Your Dreams

And Never Quite Works Out

Like Promises Say It Will.

Careful Now ~ Don’t Give In

Like A Ship Rocked By The Winds And Waves

Each Day Will One Day Brighten

When A Harbor Of Hope Is Finally Found.

Goodbye My Friend ~ April 4, 2016

the bohemian — Wed, 20 Apr 2016 15:21:24 +0000

Lifetimes are made up of memories,

Memories become our life.

Dreams are heartfelt wishes

And places in the past become embedded in our soul.

As I listen to the waves crash on the shore.

I am grateful,

Grateful to have had you in my life.

The calming sound of the waves

Brings a kind of peace to my soul

And I know…

I know memories are our lifeline,

They sustain us and protect our heart.

I know I will remember

I’ll always remember.

And though my heart is hurting

I won’t dwell on the sorrow your passing has caused.

I won’t let my heart harden,

Or allow it to become shallow and empty.

I will reflect on the memories

What a wondrous collection of memories!

All good – I can’t think of one bad.

Only fun-filled times and adventures and happiness and joy.

When I think of you…

I will smile,

I will remember,

I will cry no more.

~ Tammy

Lost on a back road, somewhere between Panama City and Plains, I found myself thinking how much my friend would have loved this. He would have loved the fact that we were cruising along without a clue where we would end up. He would have loved all of the memories that this day was bringing to the forefront. He would have loved the fact that, in only a few hours, friends and family would gather to honor him and celebrate his life.

My friend had quite a life to celebrate. He had quite a life to look back on with happiness and should be proud of how his life has touched so many people in so many different walks of life. My friend was many things to many different people. He was a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a police officer, a community leader, a biker, a photographer, and mainly a friend to all who were a part of his world. My friend Keith, who I always called Red, loved the simple things in life and always made time to enjoy them.

Red spent his lifetime gathering friends to his side and put much more emphasis on these friends than other worldly, material treasures. He welcomed us all into his world with his hearty, bellowing laugh that rang out with pure joy and happiness. He greeted each day with a childlike enthusiasm and closed each down by watching and often time recording the beauty of the sunsets.

Red loved photographing lighthouses and I correlated this to his outlook on life. Red was steadfast and constant and dependable. He was an ever fixed mark. Our friendship, like a lighthouse, was perpetual and ever burning, helping me through turbulent times and shining bright with encouragement. I am blessed – I have had friendships that are a constant in my life. They are magnificent. They give off warmth and a glow that leads myself and others into their safety net and leads us away from the turbulent waters and rocks.

To live is the rarest thing in life… Most people exist, that is all. ~ Oscar Wilde

The language of friendship is not words but meanings. ~ Henry David Thoreau

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. ~ Francois Muriac

Does thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. ~ Ben Franklin

I found myself trying to recall the exact moment our paths had crossed.I wanted so bad to remember the exact moment we met. I couldn’t – it seems he was always there. In reflecting back, it must have been the summer of my 8th grade school year around 1975 when I was only 13 years old. That summer was momentous in my life. It was then that I met my friend, my brother, the one person who never judged me, was always routing for me and who later became my link to the carefree days of my youth.

My friend, Red, was a constant during my formative years. He was at my house as much as he was at his own. We were closer than brother and sister and helped each other through our heartbreaks, problems with parents and all of the other trivialities that formed our lives.

Whenever I could not come out and play, Red was always there to load Jack Daniels and cigarettes into my makeshift pulley that I pulled up to my upstairs balcony.

He was always there to give me a ride to the bridge or the poker house or wherever we all decided to meet up.

He was always there right before any date I had just in time to take his hand and mess up my hair (he had to make sure I didn’t take myself too seriously!).

With Red, I learned the correct way to chug Miller Ponies from the tailgate of his pickup truck. With Red, I learned about getting stuck on lonely red dirt roads. Mainly I learned valuable life lessons about laughter and honesty and enjoying the ride.

I remember sneaking out of the Americus movie theater and going to Monroe’s to watch the boys shoot pool and sample the best hotdogs in the world. I remember how much fun concerts could be when you are young and with friends who seem to be the most important things in your life. I remember how much fun we had and all of our escapades when Jimmy Carter ran for president. I remember skipping school and drinking Billy Beer and how fearless and cool we all seemed to be. I remember the pool parties we had and the visits to the graveyard. I remember bear hunting in North Georgia, the famous “lost car” trip to Daytona Beach and watching Marshall Tucker @ Six Flags or Wild Adventures. Not for sure where, but it sure was fun!

I remember all the trips we took to Atlanta to visit Mary Evelyn, Red’s one true love, and all of our crazy adventures there and back home. I remember all the trips back to Plains to visit Red and Mary Evelyn and how Mary always allowed me and Red to remain friends without a bit of jealously or distrust. I remember how she welcomed me into their home and world after the two of them were married. More recently I remember us all dancing @ Harry A’s and Fathoms in Florida and our trips to the farmhouse.

I remember how our group of friends all promised to not let life turn us old and bitter and full of regret. I remember how we vowed to never lose touch. I am thankful to say that Red and I kept that promise. I am thankful that throughout the twists and turns of our lives we both knew that we were loved and that we were truly lifelong friends.

Red was my oldest and dearest friend. To this day, whenever I hear “Drift Away” I think of Red and drift back to Plains and remember the wonderful, carefree days gone by. Thank you Red for all of the crazy, fun filled memories that always make me smile.

The Masterpiece ~

the bohemian — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 14:17:44 +0000

I’ve come to realize that we are the choices we make in life. We are the end result of each and every decision that we make along the way. As each day unfolds before us, we are given the opportunity to write our own one act play or to design a masterpiece.

When our days here come to an end we must remember that “what we leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments but what is woven into the lives of others. ~ Pericles”

All that is left in the end are the memories we’ve made and the memories others have of our lives. Our lives will live on in their hearts and in the stories they tell.

Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think. ~ Horace

Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today. ~ James Dean

There are people we meet in life that bring us out of ourselves, they help us to realize that life truly is a treasure that is meant to be savored and enjoyed. These people approach life in a way that make us stand up and take notice. They give pieces of themseves to us and by knowing them we strive to be better people ourselves. These are the ones that design the masterpieces. These are the ones that we always remember, the ones that even years after they are gone, bring a smile to our face and a twinkle to our eyes. These are the ones that inspire us to live our lives in a way that will touch others. These are the ones that have a piece in our individual masterpieces.

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ Maya Angelou

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. ~ Dr Seuss

Remember your blessings,

Count them every day.

Cherish the moments

Before they fade away.

Believe in the miracle

Each life has in store,

Search for the miracles

Always strive for more.

Dream of tomorrow

Enjoy life today.

Rejoice in the choices

We’ve made along the way.