Split-Screen

She was in her car taking the on ramp, heading for the interstate. Suddenly there was a pain in her head so intense that her eyes closed involuntarily. In that moment her vehicle headed for the cement barrier and climbed it like a ramp. As her eyes opened to her dilemma, she beheld a split-screen view. On one side was the sky and road reversing positions and things in her car falling around her as the vehicle flipped; on the other were swiftly moving scenes of her whole life. The people, the places, the events, the feelings were made visible to her in amazing clarity during that small amount of time. Why these visions of her life were shown to her at this time was yet to be known. A reminder of things to live for, because surely this event definitely threatened her existence; or the chance to review and let go, should her existence cease? To be continued......

Never

Into the cold dark night she ran, her head filled with thoughts of Never. Never pin your hopes on a single possibility. Never let your guard down all of the way. Never expect the best from any given situation for that makes the worst even harder to take. Never give your heart expecting an equal return for you will be doomed to disappointment. Out of the cold dark night she came, her head filled with thoughts of Never. Never give up hope for there is always a possibility. Never hold yourself so guarded that nothing can get close. Never expect only the worst for you might miss the best. Never expect something for giving your heart, it is best given freely.

Tears From Nowhere

Why do I weep at the strangest things

Why do I weep at the strangest times

Why do I weep with a sadness deep

Why do I weep, why do I weep

When I hold back my tears where do they go

When I hold back my tears are they somewhere

When I hold back my tears does the sadness disappear

When I hold back my tears they must go somewhere I think

When I hold back my tears they go to a place that stores them for later

A song, a picture, a story, a thought is all that it takes

For tears to come from nowhere

Just Me

My name is Jackie Reeder. I am almost 54 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes. Age is something that bothers me and I wish it didn't. I am getting paunchy and seriously out of shape. I have many aches and pains and I tire way more easily then I used to. I am a bit strange in many ways. I like art, looking at it and creating it; though if you ask me, I will say what I do is not art. I love music and love to dance even if it hurts my neck and knees. I love gardening but tend toward a natural untamed type of gardening. I make my yard a bit of an art project. I am not a real fan of television but do like some programs. I get bored if I watch the same stuff over and over. In fact boredom is my biggest problem. Anything done over and over, especially at regular time periods tends to make me crazy. Inactivity sets me up to be stressed and yet over-activity also sets me up to be stressed. Stress seems to be a large factor in my life. I want someone to share my interests with but have no patience to deal with people. I like to take walks in search of treasure; visual, auditory, or physical. Pretty rocks, bird feathers, unusual pieces of wood make me smile. I see faces in many things and wonder if others do also. I like food but don't like it to be a main focus of the day or a form of entertainment. I love to laugh and hardly do so these days. I get embarrassed easily and then I get cranky because of it. I am physically demonstrative but it is not all that I am. I want a bigger home because I am a collector of stuff, though mostly I wish I wasn't. I hate that I am never happy or satisfied. I just love creating stuff from throw-away things so I always see things with the idea that it can be used for something. I have to force myself not to pick stuff up off the street and to throw things away that most people would just see as trash.