I promised a post about my trip to Greece and I am working on it. To be
honest it was a trip that had the most impact on us. We have been blessed to
see lots of the beauty this world has to offer. But Greece and the rest of the
tour was profound! So, I am still processing it. I am working on it.

Then of course I went to the BIG BLUES BENDER and am working on that
one because it deserves one.  But I will say If you like Blues itis something you should put on your bucket list. We don’t usually go to places we have been before because there is just too much to see and do. But this is our second year and we are already talking about next year and how to see more of the incredible music and acts there.

Music Is Medicine and food for the heart and soul.
Thank you to AJ and ALL of you who worked on putting it together. WOW what an incredible feat they accomplish the talent is mind boggling.

 I will write about both of these and share the wonderful adventures. You know me, lol and that my blogs are not regular but I love life and live it as much as I can and sometimes life gets in
our way of things!!

But today is 9/11!

I am putting out a prayer for us all

To all of you God Bless and Peace!

I remember turning on the TV for some reason in the morning and seeing the towers on fire and a feeling of Panic and fear came over me and I remember to take all my family and go hide somewhere because I didn’t know where it would stop or if it would. I was stunned and scared at such a horrifying sight. Today a prayer for everyone.

                                                  PEACE TO US ALL!

Dear God Bless all people lost and the families that lost family and friends in 9/11.


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Readers, Writers or just Lover of Books! What does your Dream Library Look Like???

Readers, Writers or just lover of Books

I wrote this back in 2011 based on a prompt from a writer I met. Now this
was right up my alley because I have always loved and collected books, way too
many.   Finally had to get rid of some. But one of my
dreams would be to have my own library in my home. Lately some of you have been posting pictures of libraries from around the world and they are magnificent! So, I decided to re-post this description of my library.

What would yours look like???   I really enjoyed thinking about this one!

Readers, Writers or just lover of

I have always wanted my own library.   I love books.  I think
they give so much enjoyment and information and stimulate your mind and
imagination and dreams.  If I had my own library this is what it would
look like.    The room would have high ceilings with crown molding
all around.  There would be big windows all through the room for light and
fresh air.  The book shelves would go almost to the ceiling.  I would
have the big ladders on wheels on each wall to reach all the books.

I would have some of my favorite pictures along the walls.
Maxwell Parish ‘s picture “Daybreak” (1922) would be over my desk.  I
would also have some pictures of old clipper ships.    Atkinson
Fox did some wonderful ones.    I would also look for pictures
of the many beautiful wonders of the world for the travel and history

I would have a print of the “Old King Cole” (1894) mural over the children’s
book collection.   The kid’s furniture would be of the same style and
quality as the rest of the room but smaller of course for my grandchildren whom I love to share the love of books with.   It would have wonderful
over-sized pillows of durable soft fabrics for the kids to sit on when we
read.    It of course has a good collection of one of my favorite authors from my childhood Robert Louis Stevenson.   They would have a small elegant writing table also with journals to encourage their writing.   I want them to appreciate the ritual of it with elegance.

The ceiling would be done in stellar vision which is a sky of stars and
constellations that illuminate at night painted on but do not show up in the
day.   It will also be a round domed style with a skylight.   One wall would have fireplace with an antique mantel which would be about 6 feet tall and 5 feet wide.  It would be specially made so the smoke would vent out so not hurt the books.   There would be two antique high back chairs and a small table in between them in front of the fireplace.    The chairs would be done in a durable silk.    The table would be an antique pie table (they are
called that because they are round on 3 legs and have fluted edges as a pie
crust does) in a rich mahogany.

The colors in the Library would be the dark mahogany, cherry or rosewoods with emerald greens and burgundy’s and reds and black in the furniture and rugs.    There might be a very small flower pattern but simple
not too overpowering on some of the chairs, others would be done in rich soft fabrics in solid colors.      The floor would be a dark rich Brazilian cherry wood and all the wood in the room would be a deep dark rich mahogany or rosewoods stained just so the beautiful grains of the
wood would show through.

There would be big thick lush Persian and Oriental old rugs
throughout.    On one side there would be two antique libraries
tables in rosewood with delicately carved legs.   The writing chairs
would be similar in style but comfortable chairs for writing or working with a few friends or my writing group sometimes.

My desk would be an antique of course and mahogany or rosewood with soft lines.   It would have some secret doors in it, just for the fun and
mystery of it.  I would have a secret room behind one of the bookcases to hide the file cabinets & supplies so they don’t spoil the elegance of the main
room.  Included would be a built-in coffee, espresso machine, a very small
sink and fridge, disguised of course behind beautiful wood cabinets and a place for a printer and supplies I would need for my writing.  It would have a little round table set with matching chairs to sit and have coffee if I had to
work to do in there. There would be an elegant powder room designed in Art Deco style.

I would have fresh flowers in Roseville or crystal vases all through the
library.  The lights would all be Art Deco stained glass or other unique
antique ones.    There would be some bigger ones hanging from
the ceiling as well as floor and table lamps throughout the room.   I
would have one of those big globes with the wood frame in one area.
It would light up for use at night.

I would have a few antique curio cabinets and book cabinets for special
books and my journals and some of my collectibles I like so when I take a break, I can see them.   Also intermingled with the books on shelves and maybe one or two bigger ones on the floor would be art work of bronze statues of elephants, and ladies of the 1800’s and some cupids, maybe some lions and a horse or two.

The room would have a built-in stereo system for my love of
music.   It would be on shuffle songs so that I would have a variety always
when I had it on.    There would be no television.

The room would smell of wood and just slight tinge of musk from age from the old collector’s books and the smell of fresh roses or sometimes jasmine,
intermingled with the smell of the richest deep dark espresso or

There would be glass French doors leading out to a small patio with a round
wrought iron white table and chairs that over looked the garden for fresh air breaks or just to enjoy reading outside.  There would be ceramic pots of
cobalt blue with flowers all around and hanging fuchsias around with antique white wicker chairs around it.   The view would be of Mt Si, an incredibly beautiful mountain in the wonderful valley I live in at the base of the Cascades and my garden with its wrought iron antique gazebo and color splashed everywhere of nature’s wonderful gifts of flowers and trees.  There would also be some unique wind chimes and statues of stone.

And most important of all THE BOOKS!

The books would be a wide variety.   I would have a special area
where my desk is with all the poetry and other books I have written.    There would be a reference area with the special big dictionary on a wood book stand.   It would have a thesaurus and encyclopedias and other reference books needed and a beautiful Bible.      I would try
to include books from all the most brilliant writers and as many first editions I could get.   And I would have a wonderful collection for the
fiction section for fun reading.   I would have a section for poetry
books.   I am not sure with all the different books I want there
would be enough room.  I want all hard-back books with their wonderful
feel and the rich texture they have.   No paper covers or paperbacks
on the shelves.   The ones I like that are paperback I would have
redone in wonderful leather covers.   I would have books from all the
great philosophers and writers that I could find.   I want books that
covered things from all over the world and many subjects.  I probably
would have to have another room behind the bookcases with wall to wall from floor to ceiling shelves just to store more books.   I think I would
try to have at least one book from every major writer in each

I can picture myself coming in the very early in the morning with the
streams of sunlight as the sun rises coming through the windows and domed skylight.   The coffee’s rich smell calling me.   I walk in and
the warmth and beauty of the books is stimulating and exciting.   My
senses come alive even before my first cup of coffee.     Several
high back chairs spread out in front of different sections would be inviting me to come to their section today.    I would open the French doors
and windows to let in the fresh air and hear the birds singing their harmony each morning.    Or late at night walking in with the fire going
filling the room with warmth and the ceiling looking like the night sky
with my desk lamp bright waiting for me to come and create a new volume with imagination and adventure or a poem of love or not.  It would be hard to decide.

This room would involve lots of shopping which normally I hate to shop
except for books and antiques.   So, I could make the sacrifice.  I could ramble on and list many more things I would want but then I have to remind myself it cannot all fit and I have to be able to care for this wondrous room.  I feel bad for my best friend, my husband of almost
50 years because he would not see me much.    I would have to
make a point to go back into the main house and say hello
sometimes.   I also would have to remember to feed the dog and work
on my garden and roses.    Oh, what a joy that would be to have
a room like that.

I realized this library of my dreams would not fit into a normal home.
For now, I will have to do with books paper back and all and my very small
office which has some of the things I love on a very small scale compared to my dream but it is filled with books and the love of reading and writing and the view of the mountain and garden.  With my imagination it serves well for now.  If there wasn’t the dreams and imagination in us there might not be books.    What a tragedy that would be in life!     

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Good Morning! It is snowing again! Where is Spring, well she must be hiding out for a bit longer. That is ok I am truly surrounded by beauty. This is something I wrote 6 to 7 years ago. But it came to mind when a prompt was put out from a Writers Group I am with on line and it was to write story using where they lived and I happened on this thru a fluke but thought I would share a poem about where I live and I love where I live so I am re-sharing this poem.


As I sit here looking around me

I am surrounded by beauty everywhere I see

Standing tall and proud swaying to the song of the breeze

All around are so many trees

When the wind is very strong some may fall

But most will stand and hold their ground

The winds try to wear them down

Just as our feet wear through our shoes

Some of the trees will certainly lose

But the others hold on forever

Thankfully leaving so many still left to be found

Rustling to the winds dance they have their own sound.

A mountain as stately as a queen

Knowing that many come for it to be seen

It reaches high up above

Looking down at the valley that it loves

Sometimes wearing a crown of snow

Other times tears running down in falls to let you know

Winter time now is gone

Spring starts singing its own song

Greens in different shades everywhere

A color wheel so vivid and varied for our eyes to see

Making me wonder if this could really be

Till the summer goes and the leaves turn getting ready to rest

They put on their gold and orange and red

Looking brilliant in their fall dress

Wonderful flowers popping up bring up more color to be found

Come out for spring and summer

Peace and quiet all around

The flowing river many times is the main sound

Birds and the bees playing chase in and out

Never worrying what it is about

The peace is touchable to your soul

Air so clean and fresh

Giving my lungs life and breath

Gardens growing with fresh food

Living like this a mind is soothed.


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This is just a little quick poem I wrote this am after trying to go out in my yard and sunk to my behind, lol! I love snow but only for a few days and maybe not quite this deep,lol!

If you are living where there is snow today I am sure you will get it!  Be safe!

Snow Snow Snow

Everywhere you look

Everywhere you go

You can’t get out

You can’t get in

Your beautiful to look at

But you know you will never win

Mother Nature is coming to take you away

She brought her winds to blow today

Later she will set loose the rain to come out

Then everything will turn to ice and you will pout

Ice is dangerous so beware

If you try to stick around you better take care

But the chances are not on your side

Maybe next time you will have more time she might decide.

But for now, we are glad you will be gone

For when you come so many things can go wrong

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This is a re-blog of two things I wrote about writing.  Several of my writing friends have talked about the times they feel blocked and it reminded me of these posts and I wanted to share with all my writing friends out there.

 I hope these at least make you laugh so you can shake off some of the stress of trying to figure out what you are or want to write.   If anything, when I did write these, they showed me I still can write, lol!  Something anyway that is what we want to do WRITE.  So, I hope you laugh and get some good thoughts for your writing. It comes to you when you are ready

My name is wildwriter. I have that name because my writing is still in wild raw form. I am learning to tame it and put it into the graceful art of a beautiful book as it belongs. Sure, the ideas are good most of the time and stories and poems spill out easily. Imagination is not usually a problem.

I think books are beautiful. They are gifts to all of our senses. They can take you anywhere in the world or universe or beyond. You can be anything and everything you ever dreamed of just by getting into the character of a good book. Every sense is stimulated. Your imagination peaked beyond everyday usage. You learn, you feel, you understand, you cry, laugh or get angry.   So many feelings can be brought out.   It is a great therapy.   Books are one of man’s greatest creations.

I am a writer. I have to keep reminding myself of this because sometimes a writer comes to a wall and it seems of late, I keep running into it. But my head is not so hard that a few rams into the wall and I realize I should climb over it before I knock myself out.

So here I sit in front of my window looking at a beautiful mountain, which should bring motivation, trying to climb the wall.   Where it will take me and will I be able to climb it, right now I am not sure except I HAVE TO CLIMB THE WALL, of that there is no doubt.

I have no story in mind, only lots of thoughts and ideas, no motivation for any certain one at this time but I have this burning desire to sit and type and type and type. Of course, I would hope at the end of all that typing would be a completely edited and finished fantastic book. And that is my dilemma. How do you go from A to Z without the perfect prompt, that perfect story to reel everyone in? And then how do you tell it is just right so that people will want to finish it.  I picture it. I see my manuscript being read and an agent calling me telling me they are going to get it published. I see myself signing the paper work after a million and one questions. I question everything. I hear the sigh of relief that this meeting is over even though they are anxious to do it. They know my book is good.

Yes, I picture it all. There is the celebration of the book sales, the excitement of seeing my name in print knowing that people all over the world will now read my book and are taken where ever I send them. And then again, the mad dash at the keyboard to put out the next one. My hair has grown long and wild. My eyes are bloodshot with big bags under them from lack of sleep. The vision of me is surreal as I watch myself. I am on a roll my eyes are glazed over from the words coming from what is left of my mind.

The sheets of typed paper are stacked high all over. The letters flow like water from a stream coming over the rocks down off a snow-covered mountain. The letter to the agents typed, the synopsis, the first 3 chapters perfected, yes it plays like a good movie over and over in my head. BUT and that is the problem, and the only word that comes to mind at this moment.

I am a writer and I have the story to tell, I just can’t seem to find it right at the moment. I know this is a common condition with writers. Many “hit the wall” at times. What do they do? I have heard lots of ideas but not one that works at the moment. I see myself hunched over the computer from exhaustion. There are four words on the page after what seems like hours of typing. They are: “I AM A WRITER!”

Why, What and When…


Who, How and Then….

I can’t seem to catch the thought,

That I originally sought.

My mind has been bent

So, the signals aren’t being sent.

The words don’t flow as they should….

They don’t flow like they could.

If, But, However or not….

I have let myself be caught.

But my mind has gone astray…

My words have gone away.

Find them I must…

Hopefully I trust.

Can’t leave it alone…

Or the DREAM will be blown.

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A Grandchild

This is a poem I wrote when I started having my grandkids.  I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love my sons but let me tell you, when Your kids start having kids it is such a very special gift call GRANDCHILDREN.  It is wonderful.   When I am with them, I have such love and pride and joy.  I wrote this when my first was a few years old. Now I am BLESSED with 4 beautiful amazing grand kids.     This is dedicated to them.


TO MY GRAND KIDS, I love you all to the moon and back a billion times over!


A Grandchild

A grandchild is a very special gift

I can say it gives

grandmas and grandpas

a really big lift

You lift up our spirits

you lift up our lives

You are more important

than you realize

You are like vitamins

to keep us healthy

You keep us young by making us

want to play with you

You make us better

with everything you do

You hold our hearts in your hands

and we want you to understand;

We love you very much

and want you to know

We are here for you

no matter where you go

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I could repeat that many more times after this weekend.    Hubby and I had a totally amazing time listening and seeing some great Blues Bands at the BIG BLUES BENDER 2018.    It was in Vegas which was way too hot for me but it was worth it!  And we had so much fun with the whole adventure.

Thank you, Billy D and the Hoodoos, for letting us know about it and especially for your great music.  A great one to see out of the Portland area.  His cd’s are both good ones.   I knew Blues had a following but I didn’t know that it was such a big great fun-loving group and the most amazing Music.  If you love the Blues you can check it out at http://bigbluesbender.com/lineup/.

If you are interested you can pull them up on you-tube and listen to them.  If you are a Blues Lover you are going to find a lot of good music there.  We saw Curtis Salgado, still going strong.   The fabulous, spine tingling sounds of the Keeshea Pratt Band, she is soulful and inspirational, and the band was great, together they rocked the place.  One of those that adjusted my back, lol it works!    There was J P Soars and the Red Hots. Another adjustment, lol. Wow!   We could not stop moving or smiling.  And Mr. Sipp, the Mississippi Kid, Awesome, awesome show!    War and Treaty what a great couple and their guitar player rocked. Victor Wainwright and The Train, what he could do on a piano, well yes, I was going to say WOW again!  Oh, and Anne Harris, you rock!  I wish I had known how to really play the violin like that, lol, I might have stuck with it! Incredible. I don’t mean to leave so many out, there were so many more good ones, but I don’t have enough room to cover it, plus I didn’t get to see as many as I wished I could.  LOL!  I have to admit I couldn’t keep up at times! LOL!  There was that many good shows! 

This event went on all day and night almost.  There were different rooms or spots so there was shows going on all the time.  People were dancing into and out of everywhere.  You couldn’t help it.  The music kept everyone moving and the smiles!  Miles and miles of smiles!  Seriously the Bands, the people everywhere were grinning ear to ear. You couldn’t help it.  The music worked it’s magic and for 4 days and nights everyone was happy!

I thank all the organizers and all who helped put it together.  I thank all the wonderful, wonderful talented artists who performed.  They were all so gracious also.  Thank You!  And Thank you to all the fun people we met and shared this experience with. 

An Amazing weekend!  The Blues Rock!


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The Paper Cries Out!

I see lines on the paper

that call to my pen.

Looking for the words to form

wondering when?

The paper cries out, start to write.

The pen has developed a bad case of stage fright.

The words are circling around inside,

but when I start to write the words collide.



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Just ThoughtS!

Well I should really change my name to “the disappearing writingwildly,” lol!   I sure have done that most of the time.    I have lots of reasons why I don’t blog more often but the bottom line is that I don’t.  Not that I can’t but that I am not being focused.  I need to kick myself into gear.  I have been going through a time where I am trying to find out what I want to do with the rest of my life.  I know that I don’t want to waste it.   I saw to many important people in my life pass this last few years.  Some lived life day by day and enjoyed as much as they could.  Others hid out and well wasted away their time.  No judgments here, just sad for them.

So, then the looking in the mirror thing comes in to play and well I see so much.  I really have no reasons I don’t do the things I like or want to do.  I am just not doing some of them.  Truth hurts sometimes!  Now I am not saying that I don’t life every day.  I am very aware of how time flies how important it is to enjoy life.   I have things that I could legitimately use for reasons, but really they are still excuses some of the time.

It is just not being focused and mindful of what I need to do.  I am not going to promise that I will all of a sudden be blogging every day and they will all be great blogs, lol, that would not be me.  But I am working on a better way to handle it.

I say


I cannot say it enough and I know I don’t.   I appreciate you hanging in here.  The funny part of this is when I worked and raised my kids and ran all over like parents do, I was so organized it was almost anal. LOL.  Now when I am free to do whatever I can’t seem to be so organized.

Now for the finding ME, well I am not sure how to do that yet. lol!  Does everyone find themselves????  I wonder if there is a manual? LOL of course there are manuals for everything almost.   Anyone who has any good ideas to find themselves feel free to post in the comments, lol.

Maybe it is just reinventing ourselves in our new-found age groups that almost everyone eventually reaches if they are lucky.  And then again in this time in the world is a bit crazy, maybe we are all “trying to find ourselves”!  Good Luck!


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Valentine’s Day Everyday

Valentine’s Day what does it mean 

It is a  special day that it does seem

I know it is not the candy or flowers

 For me it is more about the hours

All the times we sat and talked

The times thru the fire we walked

To each other holding on tight

Happy to know we made it through the night

It looked like it could not be

But it is right we did see

It is the tears and the laughter we do share

knowing each of us is always there

It is those things that lead up to the day 

The gift for me is all the love you give me along the way


So to my  love I say

Happy Valentine’s Day




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