Sunshine Blogger Award #2

Thank you, Meraki Forever, for nominating me for my second Sunshine Blogger Award! This new blogging adventure has been so rewarding so far, even without actual awards. I am blessed to not only be able to reach people with my words, but also get to meet so many other amazing writers along the way. Rida definitely shares my respect and appreciation for Mother Nature! I am particularly drawn to her “Nature” category.

What is the Sunshine Blogger Award?
This award is given by bloggers to fellow bloggers who inspire positivity and creativity in the blogging community.


  • Thank the person who nominated you for the Sunshine Award and link back to their blog.
  • Answer the questions set by the person who nominated you.
  • Nominate other blogs and give them questions to answer.
  • Notify your nominees through social media or commenting on their blog.
  • List the “rules” and display the Sunshine Award logo in your post.

My Nominations
For the Sunshine Blogger Award, for their sunny sites, I nominate…

Questions Asked of Me

Share your thoughts on this:

If you failed to achieve your dreams, change your ways not your Creator.​

My thoughts on this are…

If you’re not satisfied with your life, you need to hold yourself accountable and take an active role in re-shaping it. There are those who blame the families and circumstances they were born into. There are those who attempt to cut their roots and replant themselves. I think the answer is to embrace your roots, for they are an inseparable part of you, whether you like it or not. You can remain attached at the root deep underground, but still grow in different directions, toward the light.

Questions for my nominees

  1. What is one revelation you have had about life?
  2. What is one piece of advice you would give today’s youth?
  3. If you could have any superpower, what would it be? Why?
  4. What is one of your favorite artistic creations? Why is it a favorite?
  5. What are you most proud of achieving as an artist?
  6. What do you still dream of accomplishing as an artist?

Wing Seeds

little ball

of light

with wings


I give to thee


keep it close

clasped in

your hands

take a peek

its glow

is grand


keep it close

in your pocket

or maybe in

a locket

use it like

an antibiotic


when you

feel scared

or weak

or sick

or impaired

know that

it is there


it will know

you need it

in that moment

close your eyes

and feel it



use its power

to empower you

and shield  you

let it out

if you have to


you are super now

you have the power

to overpower

your opponent

which is only you


you are glowing within

from the little orb with wings

that is what self-confidence

and self-esteem brings


you can keep it

as long as you need

but I already see

you growing

your own wings



Poem and image
by Laura Denise




Finding My Way

Finding Myself Way

Who am I? When you are soul searching, you usually start here, right?

I don’t think I have ever really questioned this though. Who I am has never really been the mystery. To me, anyway. My self-journey has always been more not knowing how I should further develop who I am. What is my calling? What path should I take? How can I best use my gifts? What is my greatest purpose? How will I be most fulfilled? How can I best serve others? How can I best contribute? What legacy will I leave? What am I training for in this life? What will be my role in the next?

I am still me, the child I was. I still have my cheery disposition, I still like making people laugh, I am still socially fearless, I am still a performer, I still enjoy being creative, I still love the outdoors, I still feel like I was born to do great things. I have always felt free-spirited. If it was socially acceptable, I’d still wear my braids, hanging low on each side.

How I have changed is I have merely added experiences. Every experience shapes us, adds to us, teaches us, but I don’t agree that it necessarily changes our core. It simply makes us fuller or emptier. I, for one, having always been acutely empathetic and so have a heart that steadily overflows. I am confident the source will never run dry. There is only one empty chamber that has been dammed, deep within, but that is for another blog…

I am grateful that I was gifted with creativity. I can’t imagine a life with an imageless mind. As a child, I was an artist. And now, my child is an artist. Over the years, I grew out of creating with crayons and markers. I am careful in making sure my daughter’s flame never burns out. We have creativity as a bond, and in this new, indoor, non-face-to-face, digital-apparatus world we live in, I am grateful we have nature photography to share, and when I write, she draws, and we share. I grew out of creating with crayons and markers. Now I paint white canvases with words.

Many people try to find themselves by looking into a mirror. I have always found myself looking out of a window. Or taking Windows outside. I am not claustrophobic, but I am very uncomfortable when you close the blinds. It makes me feel like a caged animal. It makes me feel like my life source is diminishing. I am one with nature. I am me in nature. I need windows, and I need them open. I need light. I need sun. (But I love the rain.) I need to hear the birds. The sky is my television.

You can find me out on the patio. You can find me out walking. You can find me in the woods. Beach, mountains, or woods? I choose woods. Don’t get me wrong, I spend a lot of time on the couch, in bed, and in my recliner, but I am always by the window—far, far away in thought, occasionally adding to my canvas.

And with each letter upon my canvas, I come closer to finding my way.
I feel more fulfilled and closer to my destiny every single day.

I can’t wait to turn my own page…


Prose and image
by Laura Denise

Close Your Eyes

let your inner child

hear the sound of

Santa’s sleigh bell


go back to the last

birthday in which you

blew out candles


rub the copper penny

between your fingers

flp it into the fountain


blow the wishie

send the white-

whisper seeds to

the sky unbounded


sit in the patch

of clover and search

for the one with

four leaf-parts


lie back

in the grass

and send your

heart’s desire

to the Northern Star


take a break from reality

go back to that time and place

you have creative license

if you need to add or erase


you’re never too old

to return or start

it’s closer than you think

just close your eyes and

let yourself


wish, believe, dream




V-Day Blues? I Got You!

A Valentine’s poem for the Valentine-less

(Did you think I’d forget about you?)….


I was thinking of you today

as I watched the parade come through,

ladies beaming with red-rose bouquets

with float-size boxes of chocolate too.


Today is their day, let’s not be cynical;

let them gloat if that floats their boats.

No need to rain upon the parade,

but know that you are the rainbow.


Do not let the timing of love within

these twenty-four hours define you.

Love cannot be packaged,

love does not wear a bow;

when it’s time, love will find you.


When it does, Your Love will

plant you a garden instead of

cutting flowers to quickly die.


Your love will blossom

all-year round, to one day,

never confined.


Until then and beyond,

love yourself.

(It’s not cheesy: the chocolate is.)

For until you do,

you are not ready

to let another’s love in.


Happy Valentine’s Day,

❤ Laura