Words That Define

Medieval Times Atlanta

These are just a few shots of Jacobs birthday present and dinner this year... MEDIEVAL TIMES. It was really fun and I would def recommend going some time! We had a blast, I only wish I coulda bought more loot than I did. 

Love and Fur

Love and Fur

My husband is a great guy. Not just for the way he makes me laugh, likes buying me pretty things, always want to be around me and involved with my life and family, is so protective of me, cuddley,  happy or even how cute he is. He is alot of fun and the best bestie I ever had. We just connect, like a string is attached to both of us. And youde swear his hugs could fix anything. But the best part is not all these wonderful things......

One of the super great things about him is not shown in how he loves me, but in how he loves our fur kids. He is the best fur dad. So loving, spoiling, tolerant and protective. He has a way with animals just as I do. Our fur kids are lucky duckies! 

 How a person treats animals says ALOT for their character.

Early Morning Poetry by Lani - "As we are"

Darkness is the last choice of a healthy mind,

And love is the first choice of a strong heart,

We are all seekers, 

We are all servers,

Beating with existence,

Racing blood and the vanity of flesh,

Awashed in tears and sweating purpose,

The call of protocol, 

A condition of the risen sun,

Inescapable and not,

Always in part we require the clouds,

Laughter and freedom in the air,

Under the moon our eyes become widened, 

Though forgiveness we have found in our beds,

Dancing is encoded within us,

Misty eyed movements singing songs of our ancestry, 

Forward trapped in travel,

This music encompasses each body as one,

One light can thrust forward through the night in many directions,

As do we.

The slowest sweetest waltz is ours,

Indeed it is ours,

And ours is the creation of thought,

Our life became a stroll amungst a canvas unpainted,

Our walks are in dreams bathed in daylight 

Dripping in the colors of whispered intentions,

We have painted the very place we live,

Artists we were born,

Though beauty is held in the clouds,

A star to be reached,

Our very bones the science,

Our very breath is hope,

The spirit lives in a house of needs,

Eternally restless in its hunger,

The hunger ...

Burning blistering breeding,

In our mind like its own animal,

It is faceless,

So its name is unknowable, 

Our heart may be its Lord or its foe,

Starving for everything,

Yet we reach for nothing,

In our desperation to become,

We have not.

What is this?

It is as we are.

By Lani D.