A writer's haven

Don’t I just feel like writing tonight? Feels good to know it’s a public holiday in the U.S. tomorrow - Labor Day to be precise. I have been cruising on Facebook. I gaze at my tweeter account once in a while. (Giggling). As summer draws to an end, I feel like it’s been such a long summer. I’m waiting eagerly for fall or autumn. Whichever works for you. I’m extremely thankful for how the year has turned out so far. Though the year started on a very sad note for me, I’m more than thankful right now. I have been held in the strong eternal arms of the big man up there in the clouds. (Another giggle). Count your blessings, name them one by one. Do you have a list of things you are grateful for? Or you wonder what’s there to be grateful for? Things could be much worse than it is right now. To all who are joined to the living, there is hope. Are you disappointed? Get reappointed. Wise words by Joyce Meyer. Are you discouraged? I know someone who encouraged himself in God. Be encou

Many a cold night                                                    Many a lonely night sitting by the fireplace Sitting, listening to the clock as it ticked Sighing, thinking, and yet arriving at no  answer Life had become pretty much of a routine Dull, boring with no motivation to keep going Sometimes, there was a deep longing to be adventurous  again Adventure Was that the missing link Another deep sigh Maybe you need to get a life, a voice uttered And so the maybes continued to run in her head Truth was, she was tired, weak and worn-out Her mates had become mums And romance lingered in the air all around Where had she missed it Where had she gone wrong Yet she knew that she was desirable Oh well, she slipped under the covers And let her thoughts fade with the sleep that wrapped its  warm arms around her Just Maybe