 "Blushing" by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction “They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” ~ Tom Bodett Wow, today was a rollercoaster ride! A brilliant morning discovering all that swimming has paid off on my waist line; however when I got to work it was all downhill. Glad to be at home. There is a classic that caught my attention on the drive home. It is titled "You Belong to Me" by the brilliant Dean Martin. Love this Dino song and he was one of my father’s favorite singers. It brought back some old memories. Sugar xx Peace and Love Always Diana References: 1.) Video: "You Belong to Me" - Dean Martin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAdx_P8fSpA  "In Bloom" Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction “You can’t hurry love, and you can’t rush puff pastry, either. You can knead too much, and you can be too needy. Always, warmth is what brings pastry to rise. Chemistry creates something amazing; coupled with care and heat, it works some kind of magic to create this satisfying, welcoming, and nourishing thing that is the base of life.”~ Kathleen Flinn, The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry: Love, Laughter, and Tears at the World's Most Famous Cooking School I have not been around much lately and for good reason. First, I think jet lag kicked my butt. Secondly, a slow crescendo in work related politics brought on arduous anxiety attacks. The solution to the jet lag was sleeping for three days and nights and work well today I stood up for myself and my reputation. I consider the score card both win-wins. What a glorious feeling being off for three days without worries or concerns and completely happy. I could dance, or run or laugh and maybe I will do all three. I am feeling very much alive. There were two songs that caught my attention on the drive home, the one I am going to post tonight is "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" by Starship. It is a duet featuring Starship vocalists Mickey Thomas and Grace Slick. The song is the theme to the romantic comedy film Mannequin. Oh and I loved that movie. LOL! Very romantic. The poem titled “The Edge of Nowhere” has been modified slightly for the occasion. Yes, I wrote it and can do this, bad grammar and all. It’s called a poetic license (smile). The Edge of Nowhere Standing on the edge of nowhere minus intricacy or applause Watching light crawl past dusk; an assault inwardly that mauls Emotionless, faceless, without thoughts a cylindered sphere As wind wraps this body pressing limbs; fostering constant fear So… I drink the suns’ warmth as it climbs down in evening hues Stretching arms, parallel, tip to tip; minding a flight of loons A storm moves quickly across the abyss to where I reside Then it hits my mind; almost toppling me over to one side And… I reach grabbing dark clouds above; its balance they send Your hands steady my hold; an amity quietly transcends Diana Mary Sharpton © 2015 ~ All Rights Reserved Sugar… I am writing good, bad or in different but it’s coming out again and these are the right words, I do believe at least for now. Juan Luis Guerra performs "Muchachita Linda" w/"Reflections" by #dianamarysharptonphotography18/6/2015
 "Reflections" Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction: “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” ~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross I danced my bachata with my good girl, if For it is life for me, what it is Flower in my garden dream woman And I dance my Bachata with my pretty girl, huh Your laughter crown me the illusion And dictates the pulse of my heart And I dance, I feel happy with you In many be chosen To receive the promise of your love And I repeat your name over and over again The more accurate answer of my faith I dance my bachata With my good girl Bachata clothing me In the skin of a cloud With blanket of stars And I dance my bachata With my pretty girl Bachata horizon Bachata foam Sand skirt I danced my bachata with my good girl, if Your eyes are my light source That give the sky its blue dress And I dance my Bachata, cute girl The earth rotates when you're talking about your And glad the focus of my north and south And I dance, I feel happy with you In many be chosen To receive the promise of your love And I repeat your name over and over again The more accurate answer of my faith I dance my Bachata With my good girl Bachata clothing me In the skin of a cloud With blanket of stars And I dance my Bachata With my pretty girl Bachata horizon Bachata foam Sand skirt I dance my Bachata And I dance my Bachata I dance my Bachata Quiero bailar... Sugar  "A Bud" Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction: “The sea loved the moon When she was supposed to love the shore. The moon knew And hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shore Who was destined for her. Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore- She always retreated back. To want, to need, to love the moon For all she's worth. Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen. Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.” ― Saiber, Stardust and Sheets The Peccadillo Ocean waves thrashing in endless hostility upon rocks speckling a cold barren shore. With persistence, a rhythm in pilot with wind, current and sea, observe youth! What's his aspiration? Peculiarity, prospect, shrewdness! Or was it simply fascination? I am not convinced with this perplexity! Like a ewe hours in birth, vulnerable, fresh, new, no judgment just direction. With enchantment, it steps towards awareness and possibility. Behold epoch! What's her scheme? Affirmed with hostility? Determination! Or is in tempo to song, absolutely dubious to all! Enveloped brilliance as a rose bud opens, youth tantalizes and lures time. Arouses fantasy, discerns intellect, mitigates fixation, and assures mendacity. A duped interval within space or time that inspires artistic prose, where is the peccadillo? Is it in desire, love or merely awareness of the seduction? Maybe both or all three, you see. Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 all rights reserved An old one Sugar.. and thinking about you tonight... Love Is Where You Are- Diana Krall w/Photography by #DianaMarySharpton #Titled #WinterRomance15/6/2015
 Introduction: “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” ~ T.E. Lawrence Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton titled "Winter Romance" "Love Is Where You Are" was written by Krall, Diana. I used to walk between the shadows Lost in a world that moved too fast I was afraid I'd always be alone Then I saw your face at last I found my way even in the dark Though at times it seemed too far I knew if I'd listen to my heart I'd find that love is where you are I close my eyes and see tomorrow My dreams begin and end with you I hear you say you'll be there Always for me Then I must believe it's true I found my way even in the dark Though at times it seemed too far I knew if I'd listen to my heart I'd find that love is where you are Love is where you are And anywhere you are Is where I want to be No matter what may happen No matter where I go Your arms are home to me I found my way even in the dark Though at times it seemed too far Somehow I knew even at first sight That love is anywhere you are Love is where you are Love is where you are I have been out of sorts for days Sugar and cannot get it together, jet lag i guess but I am still dreaming about you. |
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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