The Voyager

We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life’s ebb tide,
To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
The voices call us back to the rippling water’s flow.

Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts,
Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart,
We drift through the hush of God’s twilight pale,
With no response to our friendly hail.

We raise our sails and search for majestic light,
While finding company on this journey to the brighten our night,
Then suddenly he pulls us through the reef’s cutting sea,
Back to the place that he asked us to be.

Friendly barges that were anchored so sweetly near,
In silent sorrow they drop their salted tears,
Shall our soul be a feast of kelp and brine,
The wasted tales of wishful time.

Are we a fish on a line lured with bait,
Is life the grind, a heartless fate,
Suddenly, “HUSH”, said the wind from afar,
Have you not looked to the heavens and seen the new star?

It danced on the abyss of the evening sky,
The sparkle of heaven shining on high,
Its whisper echoed on the ocean’s spray,
From the bow to the mast they heard him say:

“Hope is above, not found in the deep,
I am alive in your memories and dreams when you sleep,
I will greet you at sunset and with the moon’s evening smile,
I will light your path home.. every last lonely mile.

My friends, have no fear, my work was done well,
In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell,
I found faith in those that I called my crew,
My love will be the compass that will see you through.

So don’t look for me on the ocean’s floor to find,
I’ve never left the weathered docks of your loving mind,
For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale’s evening song,
I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.”

― Shannon L. Alder



Big & Beautiful

I was walking in the country side trying to stick to my 10.000 steps daily routine when from around the corner I saw the blades of this windmill sticking out from between the trees. I hurried to I thought where it was using the blades as guidance and when I saw it in its full glory I was instantaneously in love! How I wish I could live in it or at least build a house next to it because the surrounding area is ideal for my kind of retreat- evoking peace and quiet. But it isn’t for sale and I guess will never be. I can only hope and dream. 


Finding real connection in any relationship is the most difficult to achieve. One has to have knowledge of the opposite party through and through and no one but no one can possibly do that because no matter how open and extrovert a person is, everyone has secrets. Maintaining connection throughout the years is a hard work if not next to impossible. Most people stay together for practical reasons and people constantly evolve. The person you know now will not be the same person in the years to come. Keeping connection alive and working is an art. There has to be a chemistry involved. Deeper connection needs familiarity in the form of recognition. Recognizing a part of yourself in someone and want to feel connected to learn more about the person. Connection is this tiny spark that light up when you meet the right people. It is up to both of you to turn that spark into a real fire and keep it going through hard work.



Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer’s evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun’s last golden rays…

~ Kelly Deschler


My Legacy

My legacy is my writing and my art. And my children. They will be there after I’m long gone.

― ImpossibleBebong

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”

― Shannon L. Alder

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.”

― Ray Bradbury

“Inside of all of us there is the need and the desire to be heard, to have our innermost thoughts, feelings and desires expressed for others to hear, to see and to understand. We all want to matter to someone, to leave a mark. Writers just take those thoughts, feelings and desires and express them in such a way that the reader not only reads them but feels them as well.”

― Vicktor Alexander

“Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we’ll never meet.
It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave. The history of how you felt.”

― Simon Van Booy

“I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”

― Shannon L. Alder


Daily Prompt


• It is not enough to love a person. You must also consider whether or not you are being treated with respect and compassion. We have to create terms and conditions for how we allow people to behave if they want to keep their spot in our lives.

• Set standards to filter out the shitty people. Be the best and most authentic version of who you are.

• Don’t settle for an unhealthy relationship. Don’t settle for mediocrity. Don’t waste time trying to change someone. Just because you’re capable of dealing with negativity, it doesn’t mean you should have to. It is not your responsibility to “fix” people. Instead, find somebody you like exactly as they are (flaws and annoying habits included).

• Inevitably, you will make mistakes. But what you do about them is what defines you.

• Who you involve yourself with romantically will influence you heavily. Choose wisely with the intention of learning and having one hell of a great time.

• Only invest in an honest kind of love that promotes personal growth and is filled with passion. Your energy is too precious to be spent on individuals who do not value your worth.

• Laugh. Sometimes life is silly. Carry on.

– Rae


Daily Prompt 

Starry Starry Night

This song of Don McLean about the late Vincent Van Gogh is not only a magnificent tribute to a genius artist of all generations but the lyrics itself appeal to most of the senses. The words speak of beauty, colors, weather, seasons, feelings, hopes and dreams. The accompanying video shows the paintings of Van Gogh for all to see. Truly Amazing.

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By Anja Nilsson

It’s boring to work in an office 8 hours a day. So what are people going to do when all they do is work? Yes off course they have to drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes and eat cakes. They have to do something to get rid of that scratchy feeling inside. Then the money is gone, and the cycle of living in a rich city and being ”poor” starts again.

The system is also built upon the need to perform and do better or at least as good as your colleague. Otherwise someone else will replace you, and you won’t get any money to either get your basic needs satisfied or scratch that scratchy feeling with. People get depressed and burned out. People have heart attacks. The system is not built upon what we really might be here on this earth to do. Love and create. Every single one of us must have his or her own unique creativity that could NEVER be replaced with someone else’s. But most of us don’t have the time (money) to find that creativity.

Read the whole article here.




The idyllic setting, the silhouettes  of the tress against the backdrop of the setting sun, the snow on the ground, the peacefulness of the moment and the quiet companionship of the two figure walking side by side all contributed to paint a perfect picture of nature and man in blissful harmony. 


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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of childhood, for new metaphors, for life…

~ Hermann Hesse