September 29, 2009

Where to go guys?

August 11, 2009

My Passion, My Life

My Passion, My Life
Catherine Franz

Every morning I excitedly get out of bed. Just a few minutes of goals and visions for the day swirl in my head. No lingering for me, no alarm, no wishful notes too. Just me in my night gown with no hat.

I sit down to enter my dreams and what can notes. In my journal entries that began long ago with a tiny book and its lock and key. I used to dwell on all the icky things back then but now I write God with my cheers and glees instead.

I remember the days I knew not whether I was going to live or die. I also never thought I'd see why cancer came by. I'm glad I had cancer because today I like the who I've become. Which would have never occurred had it not appeared.

If I dwell, I can remember the day of an accident that left me in a wheel chair for years. Because I know if I do, today there will be a lot of have nots and heart of tears too.

As a coach I've been trained to be in the present moment with me. Thank goodness for apple trees. For if it had not been for growing things fresh air would not have been. And I would not be able to enjoy breathing it all in.

Next I write wisdom, only wisdom that I can share. I know that someone will be here and be inspired because I'd cared. I travel through my day with a soul of glee. Knowing, really knowing, this is the right place for me to be. The excitement occurs when I pick up my pen and get the surprise of how far its all come.

I know there were days long ago when I dreaded my day. I'm glad, I'm glad, there aren't none of them anymore. For when their inklings first appear, I now have the training and support to make them disappear. Coaching made me work so that I can appear.

When I crawl under the covers at night, I smile with prayer at the difference I made in everyone’s life this day. Just because I was there. Before I drift off to sleep my sugar plums swirl with what next I can do with my pen. I nod off to sleep, gracefully and slow, lingering on the stories yet to be told.

Occasionally there is a 2 am up. Just because what was swirling before needs to be said. So I honor the time with my pen and then its back to la-la-land I go. I'm so glad of my passion, my life. Its allows everything to be said. After my last eye lid shutter, my last thought is tomorrow’s putter.

June 23, 2009

It is the game you play!


Nothing to set off

It is just the beginning
You play that for now

Just the game you play
I am in the opposite
Be yours to start with

No more withdrawal
As it is the only game
You like for your won

No retreat no more
The wistle you have blown
No retreat no more

Here I come to start
Defense of all the ones
No retreat no more

June 20, 2009

Stop Your Action Day

There will be a time
For people and others to decide
One which not listed

There are time to see
Clearly like in the sunny days
None should go on

This is the time
One in all actions of bad
Recorded rhyme

June 2, 2009

The last cigarrete burned


It is in the midnight

So exhausted now I am here
Raining outside

A friend of mine has gone long
Left now a butt with fire
The cigarrete burned

May 14, 2009

The Rising Star

From Blogging Clips

To be or to be
It is the star you will be
The rising star you are

Good fragrant smelling
Let the birds sing
Mighty Spirit is there

May 5, 2009

Like the sun rises from the north

I say to you
He is not my lucky fate
All is rooted from the bad

Not to say what he is
But how he comes to be
It is the matter