~~Artsy Essay Entry~~

This is my entry to the July Artsy Essay Contest at

Judith HeartSong wonderful blog.

This Months Topic: What is your favorite and most inspiring possession? Tell us about it, and if you want an extra creative challenge... tell us about it without naming it until the very last sentence of your essay:):):)

My most inspiring possession

Would have to be something I hold very dear to me.

It affects every thought

Every action I take, It even helps me make many mistakes

It evokes elation, a sense of euphoria

When ever I see something phantasmagoria

It enables me to feel comfort and calm

Even when the weather is fierce and the wind is strong

It helps me coup with loneliness and depression

Even when my head is filled with so many unanswered questions.

It’s gotten me through times of loss when a loved one have passed

Even when the world seems so empty and vast

It’s filled me with amazement and a passion for life

Even in times when the worlds filled with much strife

If I can not embrace this possession of mine

I have a hard time being able to shine

I am lost with out my inspiring possession

It helps me answer all of my questions

My most inspiring possession you see

Is my EMOTIONS that mean so much to me

Link to contest: Judith HeartSong: The Artsy Essay - July

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~~I Hope I'm as young as she at 93~~

Every weekend she walks to the bus stop and waits for the driver to open the door. Taking her seat she settles in for the very long ride to the store.

She smile and talks to those coming and going during this trip that she so adores. She can't help but wonder who she will meet this time in her favorite store.

Finally her destination is near and she get all her things together. She slowly make her way to the front of the bus and smiles at the driver a head of her.

Leaving she turns and thanks the driver for a wonderful ride indeed. She couldn't be happier to arrive at her store and get all the things that she needs.

She slowly makes her way to the door, where she is greeted with a hello and a smile. Have a wonderful day shopping with us and we hope that you will stay awhile.

With buggy in hand she begins her adventure, making her way down one aisle and another. Smiling and greeting all the other shoppers as they pass by each other.

Loading her bugging with much needed items and a few things just for fun. She talks to the workers as their filling the shelves with stories that would amaze anyone.

After sharing her stories she's on her way with a smile and have a nice day. She walks to the front and pays for her items, leaving a smile on every face along the way.

Back on the bus for the long ride home with new stories to tell those she meets. A wonderful day full friendship and laughter she fondly remembers as she greets all those taking their seats.

Poem By Kristal

@all rights reserved

7-12-07

**This is dedicated to the wonderful woman I see every weekend shopping at my store. I can only hope I am as young as she if I am bless to see 93.

~~The Mummers Dance~~

Loreena Mckennitt

"Mummers' Dance"

When in the springtime of the year

When the trees are crowned with leaves

When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew

Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon

In the blue veil of the night

The shadows of the trees appear

Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night

And some time of this day

Now returning back again

we bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves

And summon the shadows there

And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms

In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood

That when the fiddler plays

All their voices can be heard

Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced

Round in circles and in rows

And so the journey of the night descends

When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here

And at your door we stand

It is a sprout well budded out

The work of Our Lord's hand"