Visit My New Blog!

Visit my new blog or the cat gets it.
Yes, I’m kidding.
Jesus Krispies.
http://badsneaker.net
I love that many people have been reading my Boomtown post lately but . . .
READ IT HERE INSTEAD!!!!

~m

Change that URL!

I have moved!
Click on the pic above to find out where I am these days or . . .
Alright . . . just click below.

http://badsneaker.net

Farewell

I’ve had a lovely time here over the past few years.
The people that have come into my life because of blogging have made me laugh and cry; they’ve inspired me to continue this crazy and wonderfully mysterious craft called writing.
Tonight, I’m here to say goodbye to this old URL.
So many memories, so many posts.
I mentioned something wonderful and I promise not to let you down.
Change your URL immediately to my new home in the blogosphere.
Please stop by tonight and leave a comment or two, the only housewarming present that I truly want.
I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart for making this place as magical as I always wanted it to be.
The best is yet to come.
I promise . . .

~michaelm

ps. if you couldn’t see the link, please visit http://badsneaker.net

8PM

Soon . . .

~m

Something wonderful

Please stop by Smoke and Mirrors this Friday night.
Something very special is happening and I want all of you to know about it.
My online absence will be explained then.
See all of you on Friday night.

~m

the Empathetic Gardener

She withers
head bent, possibly in prayer
longing for an oasis, a distant mirage in her thirsty mind

She cries
and tears fall, like raindrops,
disappearing into an arid, chocolate-coloured soil

She sleeps
while impossible clouds form, from some silent and sacred place
drenching the parched earth with a hope

the Sun shines
and the water of life seeps into her dreams
filling the soul with good things; understanding words,
compassionate whispers, small prayers

She rises
the warmth of the Sun on her face
surrounded by lush lavender, butter yellows, smooth pinks and
the tender hands of some unknown but tender Gardener
She feels enough love to grow on forever
And she does . . .

~m

~ thanks to my deepest inspiration for this post
I offer my deepest gratitude for her compassion and unending thoughtfulness.
She’s quite the Gardener

Our Wish

Mom and I love you, Doc
Keep the faith . . .
~Dad