Welcome to my World

Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Happy Mother's Day

...to all the moms of two, four or other-footed kids and to the aunts, grandmas, big sisters and teachers who find themselves filling in for moms that are MIA, away on duty or otherwise not available-- a happy day and heartfelt thanks for all you do. Good karma and many blessings to each of you. And for the many of us who now have to remember a mom who is no longer physically with us, here is a verse I wrote for my mother's memorial service. I still feel this is true. I miss you, Mom but I know you are there for me and with me every day. Love never dies; that I believe.

And here are two pictures of mom as I remember her, one very plain as the working housewife I remember and the other prettied up a bit but both of them lovely as she was.

         In Loving Memory
I know the loving hand remains
   To urge me on, to ease my pains,
Applaud my victories, share my woes,
   Sustain my friends, confound my foes.

I know the loving heart enfolds
   Me closely still and gently holds
Me when my stumbling steps may stray
   Off the straight and narrow way.

The wise and loving mind still guides
   Me with the wisdom that provides
Direction to each thought and deed
   And comfort in my hours of need.
A mother’s love will never die
   And so I do not need to cry.
I only have to reach to find
   That loving hand and heart and mind.

            GMW, For Mom’s Memorial Service;

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