I Think Of You Fondly

Words might evoke an array of emotions.

Pictures reveal more than 1,000 words.

They tell of many memories

As Time passes so do friends. In our final days, these were her last words to me: I think of Fondly

Of course this promoted inspiration with the following loving words in memory of my dear friend.

 clik here to listen while you read Rachmaninoff


1st kiss

Memories of a first Kiss. The perfume of horses filled the Venezuelan stables. I was three years of age – my first love.




curious through fence

Children are naturally curious, peering through innocent eyes they view the world. Allowed to freely touch, watch, taste.

Listening to innate instincts develops the experience of joy and confidence.


Later, these will be our prowess and artistry.


fox & girl

Children explore without fear: 

I sat with all kinds of animals.


dog & redhead


Played in many fields




child running

Children love to wander; exploring new worlds in wonderment.




Live in wonderment for a lifetime.


child and cat

Through amazement we learn to appreciate. Enchantment becomes the allure of life.




fence walking

As a toddler no gate held me in.

I walked on many a fence.  Later as a mere teenager, I won a gold medal in gymnastics in Portugal school district.


                 And I Rode Horses All My Life


mane in wind riding

The sense of freedom and a profound relationship. Strength, Gentleness, Power, Respect.

A Fond love, Teaching me what no human was able – Unfathomable Appreciation and Pain!


My heart opened to life.

beach love

Young Love finds us “Somewhere in Time” countries, cities ~ alive in dance – art, a moment in time we wish could last forever!



We share all of ourselves. couple sharing



Time passes……


the moon shines

What dreams may not come.

Life continues a cycle that is not foretold.

We breathe a long Sigh,

and continue the dance to the music of life’s journey.




The ghosts of life enters, our hearts break. ghost horse







the bench


The Fall of our lives bring new colors.





central par trumpet


The winds of change has swept us up into nature’s arms.




The Winter of our life has comes.

winter pastoral

Where the stream wanders is no longer our choice.

Where life takes us, none of us have known for sure.

New life begins it’s cycle of birth beneath the surface – not for our eyes.



It is ours to walk on…… to destinies unknown.


lone deer walk


For we have Lived, Loved, Viewed life and humanity in it’s Horror.

Our Eyes have Wept as our Hands Grew Old.

Look back once and remember!

I Think Of You Fondly!


Dedicated to Behavioral Solutions for the betterment of life. ©
A Guardian Voice for earth!


About the Author:Dragon Slayer of *Myths*™ MicheleElys is a Writer – Keynote Speaker. Innovative Behavioral Solutions; Founder of CNBR [cognitive neural behavior rewiring].© ►Invite MicheleElys to speak at your next forum. ► Keynote engagements ► Have questions? Book a consult MicheleElys [anonymously] email, ► Connect with her onLinkedIn,  G+MicheleElys.com © MicheleElys All Rights Reserved




2 Comments Add yours

  1. Stan says:

    I like the valuable information you provide in your articles.


    1. MicheleElys says:

      Thank you, am delighted to provide the “likeness of being”


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