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 you 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

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

 

 

 

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.

 

Children explore without fear: 

I sat with all kinds of animals.

 

 

Played in many fields

 

 

 

Children love to wander; exploring new worlds in wonderment.

 

 

 

Live in wonderment for a lifetime.

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

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.

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.

 

 And…..

Time passes……

 

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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fall of our lives bring new colors.

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

The Winter of our life has comes.

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.

 

 

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!

 

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