Category: Annie’s World

I wish I could pick my teeth…
Just sit on the front porch and pick and grin…
After all I am from Tennessee…
And familiar with the hollers.

Hum a wistful tune like “Molly Malone…”
Let bygones be bygones…
Look at the smokies and count my successes…
Because successes seem to fly away and be gone…
While the failures stick around.

I’d watch the snow-flowers make their way down the mountains…
Trailing long wiggly tails…
All bound with an incredible oath…
To return again come fall.

I’d ponder how the greatest wisdom is childish…
And how it doesn’t seem fair that as we grow older it melts away…
How sometimes life seems to be one dark comedy…
Yet in darkness, I most have a soul.

Yep, just sitting there picking…
With the hope of you sitting and picking too…
But it seems now that we are all too “busy” for picking…
“Busy,” being such a deplorable word.

Make time to ponder!

I miss you (and love you too).

Annie

Each morning the world comes to me in my favorite flavors…
I have a place on my palate for them all…
Some, I’m sure come from the other side of this planet…
Rippling across the waters.

Raggedly delicious…
Oh, the calm each taste brings…
The world clear and spacious…
The sky in full bloom.

The sassafras tastes like root beer…
The grub like escargot…
I’m perfectly content with how I fit in this circle…
Free from the heaving waves.

I know you may not feel the same (I know for sure that you don’t like grubs!)
Your world may be tilted with everything sliding into the sea…
That world will not stand for long unless you let it…
Grab a plate, get in line and watch it crumble away.

Life can be like a Michelin…
You choose the number of courses and stars…
You are the menu that everyone has been waiting for…
The only one ever printed.

I love you,

Annie

I’m past the point of feeling sorry for myself…
That tree bark is all the same color…
I prefer meandering in the sky’s shades of blue…
You know, that color crayon children choose every-time.

I can’t explain the depths of this blue…
I just know within it there are no illusions…
Following it I find myself in a gently warm city…
Into a different kind of quiet.

It’s all right here, just on the opposite side of the street…
Where there is wildness of every variety…
Come on, I know you want to take a peek…
It’s wild and pure as paradise.

Unfortunately, religion has shaped us…
There is a shadow of a spire always over our shoulders…
Monuments built by man’s hands…
Dry as a bone and full of dust.

Instead let’s follow the wandering wind…
Let it fill our sails and off we go!
Leave all those pebbly edges of the shore…
And ride the easy blue.

I love you,

Annie

I always bow down to the heavens…
It puts me in the appropriate frame of mind each day…
I say a pray for you…
That you can walk in a forever rainbow of health and happiness.

When I connect, I can feel those flowers that only bloom in the winter…
Smell the sweet fragrance of their blooms…
Fade out of this world into a dream…
And touch the edges of the horizon.

The heavens are open to the public…
Pure and lovely in color…
Indescribably glorious…
Just like you and me.

I’m not talking about going to crowded weekend services…
I’m talking about clothing yourself with autumn’s reds and greens…
Moving away from all those broken heart-crossed promises…
And entering into the one true garden.

Did you know there is a new world inside every water drop?
That the arms of your creator are always open?
Shut your ears to the screaming of this world’s carnival barkers…
And listen to the heart beat of your life.

I love you,

Annie

I can teach you to dance…
All you need is a good pair of legs and a strong set of lungs…
To cut loose without a safety net…
And look straight into my cobra-like eyes.

I’ve created a new series of moves…
One I call “zig zag up the mountainside…”
It requires a lot of leaning and scrambling…
And moving your head like a flightless bird.

Come on, let loose!
Even a church bell has to swing in order to chime!
Rest your head upon my shoulder…
And picture your name inscribed on neon.

The beats picking up; are you ready to move?
Follow my lead!
I’m going trace the reflections of the stars…
What do you think they are up there for?

Here’s the problem…
You are always trying to solve the unsolvable mystery of life…
Relax! Relax! Relax!
There is much more below you than above…
I’m talking about your hips and your feet.

I love you,

Annie

Sometimes, I can’t see the sky…
Hear no birds singing or insects chirping…
The wind disappears across my fur…
Like watching a blinking “Vacancy” sign.

The world becomes monotonous and without flavor…
I complain about this or about that…
Everything filtered as if through a curtain of gray…
Stomped and muddled…

Maybe it is because my stomach is disagreeing with something I ate…
I did eat a half churro I pulled from the garbage yesterday (I love churros!)
It’s crazy that I could feel so lost…
When I can find my way down any of these paths blindfolded.

I believe these days are more about feelings and less about faith…
Somewhere I stepped away from the universal harmony…
Stopped understanding heaven’s point of view…
Because what I see as a catastrophe, heaven sees as growth.

Ha, I’m coming out of the doldrums…
All I had to do was stop and say my blessings aloud…
The mattresses of flowers appear once again on the mountain tops…
And there you are again, right by my side.

I love you,

Annie

It’s an odd feeling making a new friend…
Bringing a kindred spirit into your world…
Beyond preset boundaries…
Like a ship about to gain sight of a new land.

It is a place of sharing rich and telling parts of yourself…
The purity of the words like a mountain stream ringing with sweetness…
Cutting through rock and stone…
Asking yourself, “Am I really doing this?”

It is like a new world just beginning…
Rising continents and newfound seas…
Words like butterflies floating through the air…
And then gently landing on another person’s heart.

There is the worry of trust and being hurt again…
Sharing feelings with a not so familiar face…
It’s okay, take that forward step…
And start looking at everyone from a different point of view.

Come on, let’s fill our tanks with high octane fuel and step on the gas!
Together, become bright eyed and boisterous…
Step into that world reached only by magic…
And make a new friend!

I love you,

Annie

Don’t tell my butler, but I like to nibble on dark chocolate…
I know its not good for me, but it tastes so good…
They keep it in a bowl on the table…
Underestimating my 3-foot vertical leap.

I regard dark chocolate as magic…
A beautiful thing that humans have brought into this world…
Much better than a stick of cinnamon gum…
Because my chomping can get quite annoying.

As I nibble all things in the universe are brought into harmony…
Each Ghirardelli bite having an explosion of goodness…
I can go on and on until it happens, and it happens everytime…
Chocolate barf on my butler’s rug.

I tell myself, “Hide Annie, hide!”
You’re going to get scolded and taken to the vet…
Is it worth the humiliation?
You bet it is.

Those instances are rare now…
My leap getting shorter…
Those beautiful moments left in my rear-view mirror…
Replaced only with kibble (not quite the same.)

I love you,

Annie