Laissez les bons temps rouler..... maybe?

Thought my 100th post should warrant some sort of celebration.... and the fact that I'm posting such a milestone marker on Mardi Gras must mean that the celebration is obligatory, right???

Today is Fat Tuesday, though I am not in New Orleans to partake in the last of the festivities.... today marks the end of this year's Carnival, though our King Cake (Bavarian Cream Cheese-filled, I might add) was devoured days ago.....

But, I am still celebrating---- though mostly internally and in a muted, mild manner befitting someone not accustomed to letting the good times roll on a regular basis.

Ah, well.... Happy 100th post! Happy Mardi Gras! Happy King Cake Eating Day! Happy End of Carnival!
And, if anybody has the energy left.... Laissez les bons temps rouler!!!

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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