M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)

Nicely written, creative one! Love your image on your page!

Said your mother, many years ago.... about you, perhaps?

Nice photo. I can't wait to see the next sewing project with the words: Trump is held to account.

But, are any of the other players aware this will be a distraction from.... oh. Yeah. I see it now. Or don't, as the files are still not fully released, unredacted. Sigh....

Now you gotta find one. Your inner child reaching out. Feed the need....

Those who carry notebooks and pens can alter world events. Dangerous to those who wield the sword, or guns, fearful of truth, revealed.
Heroes, all.

Made me chuckle. Nicely done!

There's a cure for that. Smile, then ask them which came first. The seed, or the tree it became over time. With many branches, grown from one trunk. Fed by the same roots. (We didn't arrive at white overnight. It's the result of a genetic twist, thousands of years ago) Then smile and walk away.

Said almost everyone, ever.

If any of my friends stop wanting to shoot contrary opinions my way, questioning my sanity.... I'll start to wonder what I'm doing wrong.

I'm not Warlock, but I have people from every time and age sharing images and stories of their lives with me during the night. Why I write, to honor what is sent through me.

The little girl bruised his fingers with her throat! He has an owie now and needs paid time off to heal his damaged feelings. Sad. Really sad....

In reference to your picture on your page: When I close my eyes, my spirit expands into the space about me, freed to hear the whispers of ancient wise-women, chanting their secrets, stirring healing ground brews. This is where the majick is found. Between one world and another. My feet, in both....

I write within the flow of what is shown me while reading or looking at creative people's posts. What comes through is as much from you, as me or more. My novels arrive the same way. What I see and hear in my unbound mind, to paper sent. Or BlueSky friends, met then or now.... like you. Reach out.

The path to happiness is learning what to forget.... and what to cling the tightest to.
Let go of: other people's uninformed opinions of who you are.
Held onto: your inner child, who is always with you.
Learned: Ignore the first, embrace the last.

A gift from a son, to another father's son.

True, but if you were forgetful, would you remember what you forgot?

A single thought, to pierce the veil of pretense to a singular view, that what is said and done in a countries name is often done to escape the blame. Perhaps this act will fool a few, but most are getting sick of you. The one who danced with the devils victims, and feasted on their innocense.

Or.... you forgot where the switch is.... or forgot to pay the electric bill.

Sign my name, in support of yours. No more vainglorios, needless wars....

Solemn slope, draped in vaporous cloak of drifting gray.... while beasts lie low and wait for day to break in full and dry the way to mountainside fields in wait, below....

To take the measure of a loved ones time, in tick and tock of memories shared, as fades the voice but not the mind. Immortalized in my self-made shrine. Found bound within a circular shape. To wind again, lest I lose the shape of his loving eyes, on mine....

An urge to wipe the fog away, but stay my hand I will, as memories of a day like this, the kiss of mist on my youthful face brings an elder's whisper to my ear. "Be silent child, so to hear secrets hidden on a day like this, when faeries share their secrets with those who will share them in return.

There is Magick here, in green surround, with Nature's grasp on shadowed ground.... found in potions bubbling brew the things that bring the best from you. If your heart is open, and your spirit true....

How, then, did the critter get in? And if you find the hole, get a small dog and tell them not to go in and eat the remains. Then, when it does disobey, take it back to where you got it. Problem solved!

For doing too good of a job. People in.power (men) are frightened by women with the power to heal. Mainly because the men know they're broken inside, with no morals. No empathy. No value to society, at all.

The one that matters most, at the top of the list. So.... winning? I mean, he is number one, at being the worst.

When the union is a heap of garbage, it takes a while to sum it up, calling it the greatest, strongest, most beautiful, more than anyone (sane) can believe!

Perfect. Hindsight, in his case is monkey no do, 'cause monkey no see....