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Once Upon a Time….

My daughter wanted me to read a story. Without a book in hand, I simply made one up. 😉

Once upon a time, because she thinks all stories start that way, there was a little girl named Claralynn. She loved to sing, dance, and play all day.

She got out of bed one morning, changed her clothes, and then flew down the stairs. (Maybe she quite literally flew! It’s a story and within such things, anything can be true!) She felt so hungry that she could eat a house, though, why would you want to eat a house? So, she grabbed an apple and devoured it. Still hungry, she looked through the cupboard and found cheese crackers. (Who doesn’t love a good cheese cracker now and then?) So, she ate those too!

La la la la, she was singing a little tune. She envisioned a furry red Muppet named Elmo. Together, they sang his song Elmo’s world and played with his fish, Dorothy. After awhile, Elmo had to go. Other kids want to see him too, he’s quite the popular fellow, don’t you know? So, they sang one more song and then it was time to move on.

Next, she wandered through the house, which became a rainforest. Rain, rain, go away! But it wouldn’t go away, not just yet. While taking in the new view, Wyatt flew by. Claralynn exclaimed, “Super Why!” He turned, smiled, and waved hello. Claralynn waved back. He and his merry band of Super Readers landed and decided to play with her in the trees for awhile.

As the rain slowed, it was time for them to go. They said their goodbyes and she made her way through the rainforest. She went into the familiar living room she’s known for as long as she can recall. (To a toddler, as long as she can recall isn’t long to us, but to her it’s a lifetime.) She turned on some music. She decided then to have a dance party. She danced for what felt like hours.

Dancing can sure tire a little girl out, so Claralynn switched the music from party music to lullabies. She laid down on the couch and covered herself up with her favorite purple blanket. It felt soft upon her bare arms. She snuggled into it and soon she was asleep.

Awhile later, Claralynn awoke. She grabbed a cup of milk and a peanut butter sandwich, had herself a late lunch, and then decided it was time to play again. She put her dishes in the sink, because that’s where dirty dishes go after all.

Claralynn went potty on the toilet, because that’s what big girls do and after she washed her hands, she put on her shoes and went outside to play. She saw her friend and he saw her too. He waved and she waved back. They ran around, kicking a brightly colored ball for awhile and then decided to go on the slide. They took turns, as that’s what polite people do. (Gotta teach them young, you know!)  Later, they rode on rockets to the moon. Within your head, it takes but moments to make the journey. Before long, they were standing on the moon, looking at their world far below. “The world is so small!” Exclaimed Claralynn.” Her friend nodded vigorously.

They explored the moon for a bit. Looking at the galaxy around them was so wondrous. After a little while, they found that they missed home though. So, they ate a quick snack (nom nom nom) and flew home. Traveling to the moon and back took longer than they thought. It was getting late. Her friend needed to go to back to his house. (Surely his mommy and daddy were missing him so!) They said their farewells and she watched him walk down the street a little before heading in.

Claralynn saw dinner on the table and climbed onto a chair between her mommy and daddy. As fun as her solo adventures had been, it was nice to be with her family again. (I’m thinking they were there all the while, but sometimes a girl just needs to feel like she’s doing things on her own.)

After dinner, she went potty on the toilet, again, my what a truly big girl Claralynn is! Then, it was bath time. She was washed from head to toe. Among the bubbles and foam letters, her day’s adventures fell away. She splashed water all over. There was a small pool on the floor. (Maybe she’d play there later too!)

After her bath, she put her pjs on. She got a cup of milk, sat on her mommy’s lap, and daddy started to read one of her favorite stories about settling down for the night. “Read book!” Claralynn shouted when he finished. Okay, little lady, one more book. This time, her mommy read about green eggs and ham. After spending time with Sam I Am, it was time to brush teeth. So she did just that! (Ooh sparkly!)

She gave her mommy and daddy their nightly hugs and kisses, squeezes too! She went upstairs, climbed into bed, laid down her head, and cuddled with one of her Mickey Mouse toys, don’t forget about Minnie! With her lullabies playing once more, it wasn’t long before she drifted off. Sweet dreams of her fun day began and fun ideas for tomorrow filled her head too. Goodnight, my sweet sleepy head. God bless you, my love. See you in the morning, then new adventures will begin.

***pictures taken by me, of the inspiration for this story, miss Claralynn herself***

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Our Lives As Stories

story of my life

Every life is full of ups and downs

Sad moments and cheerful ones

Each journey has many stories to tell

They can inspire and help others

Each path we take, every time we stumble and fall

Even the ones we may feel don’t matter

Or the ones that are too devastating to share

They help light the way for others who are in dark places

Tell your stories, let your voice be heard

Write them upon the hearts of others

Show those around you that they’re not alone

And that there’s always a way through

Let people laugh with you and cry with you too

As you share with others, let them also share with you

For they too have lessons learned and wisdom to offer

May our lives come together, touch one another

I pray that my story has been and will continue to help others

Show them that others suffer, but that there’s a way out

There’s a way to heal, to forgive, and move forward

And that there’s more to life than just pain and sorrow

May they also see that there’s so much laughter and joy to be had

That there’s so much to live for, no matter how tough times might get

And that there’s so much love to both be received and taken

Never lose sight of that, hold onto hope, faith, & love all the days of your life

May my story be etched upon your soul, may it live with you

And may yours stay stay with me as well, always teaching me

Let us remember that it’s not just about one person, it’s about all of us

Co-existing in this big crazy mixed up world

Though each light can shine on its own

And even the smallest voice can be heard

Never think you’re not enough to make a difference

It all begins with just a spark

I’m telling my story for all to see

Hoping it does make a difference

Even if it’s just in the lives of a few

So how about you?

Tapestry

Weave

Look closely at my tapestry

Within every thread, a story is told

Tell me, what do you see?

When you look upon the colors bright and bold

 

The majority of the blues signify the many tears shed

The yellows are for every ray of hope

The reds are for every time I ached and bled

Each purple hue you see is for those who helped me cope

 

Colors intertwine, creating a unique design

Every emotion, thought, & action are represented

So is each relationship, goal, & dream of mine

Delve deeply into the story I’ve presented

 

See there, every shade of green

Weaving throughout the thick fabric

What do you think they all mean?

Think like me, perhaps that will do the trick

 

Oranges, browns, whites, & blacks too

My story is told in many colors rich and pure

It’s not yet finished, that much is true

But, I’d like to share thus far how I’ve endured

 

The deepest of green is for you

My only son

My love for thee is strong, everlasting, & true

You won my heart from day one

 

The ones that match the everglades

Represent my love for my parents

Our story can be told in these brilliant shades

It’s not an easy one, that much is apparent

 

But through our trials and woes

A deep love can be found

Deeper than anyone truly knows

Within our hearts, it’s kept safe and sound

 

Jade, teal, & a touch of aquamarine

These are for my siblings three

Our struggles and joys can been seen

There’s little I wouldn’t do for my family

 

Hunter and forest greens right here they lie

These are for my grandparents, both alive and gone

They tell their tales through my eyes

Their love for me has kept me strong

 

Green is my favorite color of all

It tells of my Irish background

And of nature’s continuous rises and falls

The beauty it holds for me knows no bounds

 

This is why it symbolizes my love and devotion

All the shades seen here

Fill me with such vivid emotions

Because they’re for those I hold most dear

 

My nephews and my sweet niece

Aunts, uncles, & cousins too

Your love for me gives me such peace

Know that with all I have, I love you too

 

For you, my love

You’re a shade I can’t quite name

Every single day, I thank the good Lord above

For bringing to life through you a once dormant flame

 

Friends, both old and new

Know you each have a special place

That my love for you is strong & true

It goes beyond time & space

 

There’s so much left to be said

My tale is not yet through

There’ll be more in the days ahead

Take my hand and let me weave with you

 

Find your place in my heart

And you’ll see yourself within the tapestry

Whether we’re close or far apart

Our stories will always be here for all to see

My tattoos and my reasons behind them

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This is a picture of my son and I, taken this past summer. The Z is not an L, I swear to it! 😉 The treble clef was done first when I was 22 years old, in the summer of 2001. I had it colored later that same summer. The ink used faded quickly, but I wasn’t able to get it touched up until March of 2008. When I had it redone, I also had my son’s name added to it. I figured I’d put two of my greatest loves together, my son and music. I have been singing since I was a small child, also used to play violin, cello, flute, and piano as a kid/teen. I never got to be great at playing any of the instruments, but that was because I was never dedicated enough to stick with them. The flute was the one I excelled most at and the one I spent the least time with. Perhaps I should play again? My son’s name is the only man’s name I will EVER get inked on my body. I could be married for 30 years and still wouldn’t do it, just doesn’t sound like a good idea. I love Doug with all of my heart, really think he’s the one I will marry. He is my boyfriend, but more importantly, my best friend. Still, I don’t desire to ink his name on my skin. He and I are in agreement, there are other ways to prove our love and devotion. I don’t know, the only way I’d consider it is if we were married those 30 or more years and he died, then maybe in memorial to him I might put something there to honor him. But, no, thus far I am just fine with having my son’s name on my arm. My son is my son now and always, no matter what happens and as he is my first priority and greatest joy, I feel no shame in having his name there. My son can drive me absolutely batty, bring me to the brink of insanity, but he is my greatest love now and always. He is so intelligent, charismatic, witty, talented, and when he chooses to show it…has a heart of gold. I am so proud of my son, it brings me to tears often. I love you, Zachariah!

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This is the first tattoo I ever got, done in November of 2000. I was turning 22 the following month. It has been my motto for a very long time: Peace, Love, & Harmony. Peace is something I strive for. I hate fighting, confrontation, and strife. I know all of that comes with life, but I do my best to avoid it. Love is and always has been a huge part of my life. My name even happens to mean loving, how odd and very cool is that? I try so hard to show those in my life how much they mean to me and to try to be helpful and caring to even those I just meet. I was like that even before I became a Christian. That resolve is stronger now. I know I am to show the love of Christ in the way I live and the way I treat others. Love and hate are both powerful, both have the power to change minds and lives. I may be one person, but I have seen what one person can do. Also, it’s not just me out there and the more of us who side with love, the better! Harmony was chosen because of my love for music. Again, it’s a huge part of my life. Writing has been a great outlet for me and a great source of comfort, but so has music. Music has helped me through so much. It’s brought about healing, perspective, joy, pleasant memories, a positive outlet for releasing anger and stress, and so on. Also, harmony can be looked at as how I want to live, in a state of harmony. That brings me back to peace. I want to live among people in harmony, not fighting. All these years later, I still feel the same way about these words. 🙂

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I got this in January of 2001, will admit that I wasn’t sober when I let my friend give this tattoo to me. *chuckles a little now at my impulsiveness.* Everyone in their immediate family has this tattoo, but the reasoning behind it for me is different. I got it to symbolize my faith so that everyone could see it. It’s crooked and not great quality, but what it stands for means a lot to me. Anyone who knows me well knows that being a Christian is a huge part of my life. I and others agree that this isn’t a sin, to put ink on our bodies as long as what we put there isn’t dishonoring him. I wanted a symbol of my faith upon my skin so that even when silent or passing by people on the street, they might see it. I am unashamed of my faith. Many in my life don’t agree and I respect others and do not bash their viewpoints, their feelings. I just of course ask for that same respect in return. Don’t believe in God or at least not the same one(s), that is your right, but please don’t put me down for how I feel and I won’t do that to you. 🙂 (Well, even if you do put me down for it, I won’t put you down, but I am hoping you’d be mature enough to give me that same respect. *smiles*)

I don’t have a picture of my fourth one. It’s on my right shoulder blade. I need to find someone to take a picture of it at some point. Anywho, it is a butterfly. The same person who first did my treble clef did the butterfly, so needless to say it needs to be redone as well. However, I still love it because of what it symbolizes. I love nature, especially butterflies. They’re first of all quite beautiful and majestic in my opinion. Also, I think of the caterpillar and how it transforms into a butterfly. That is what many of us do throughout life, start out as the caterpillar, take some time to learn and grow, and with time transform into that butterfly who flies into the sky, soaring with her dreams in full flight. I will share a picture of this tattoo eventually, hopefully it’s redone by then, but if that’s the case, it will be awhile because getting it redone is not on the top of my list of things that need to be done. Darn being an adult and all responsible like. 😉 Well, hope you enjoyed this little bit of insight! If you have ink, share with us your stories? 🙂

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