~~Welcome to the Lily Pad~~
This is the place where…
- I’ll be hanging my art work
- Adding more photography
- Sharing excerpts, and progress, with my book , “Six Days to Haight-Ashbury”
- Posting my 101 Creative To Do List
- Hanging my undies up for everyone to see Posting the progress on my 101 List
- Sharing How-To’s on Creative projects I’ve posted on Woodstock Lily, my other playground
- Make a space available for guest blogger’s to contribute articles and tidbits that enrich our lives, make us laugh, and teach our spirits to fly
- Add a song or two (in the future) recorded by Opie Taylor, the rock star cat me.
- Tap dancing videos
- That last line was a joke… unless you really, reaLLY, REALly want me to [insert huge smiley face here]
The excerpt from my book is just a click away. ENTER HERE
I look forward to sharing my heart, my art and my tree house retreat with you.
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I’m being selfish, and making the first comment. Thank you for reading, for visiting, and for supporting me. The new book is full of humor, “realness”, and primarily, hope. Come laugh with me, cry with me, and believe with me that together we can make a better world. I call my life “From Ashes to Beauty”. Every inch of it has been rich and I wouldn’t trade one of my worst days for anyone’s best days.
[Hums to herself] “I’m a groovy kind of girl…..”
It’s lovely here! Well done! I didn’t get to read the excerpt , it said it was unavailable, but I will be back!
XOXO
Charlene
This is beautiful! I’m going to love this site very much.
On my way to read the excerpt…
The excerpt looks wonderful, but is longer than I expected. As it is 1:40 a.m. I know I won’t do it justice if I read it now. I’m making a note to return, but feel free to remind me because I really do not want to miss it!
I sincerely hope that time has taken that motherfucker to a long an torturous death and that eternity gives him an even longer and slower more torturous existence.
~~~Cool, Lydia! Thank you so much. I certainly appreciate you, and your feedback. I’ll buzz ya again if I see you haven’t gotten back. I know how that is. Thanks, again.
My god!……. I’m so sorry for that little spirit!…….. That last photo is haunting me, I just want to scoop her up and hold her…. I grew up with foster brothers and sisters… I saw that look too often, the faces of children cheated by the world, stolen souls…… I hope you find her out there in the desert….. bless her and bless you… I’m so sorry……
Lille,
These photos are so captivating. And you are an incredible writer. While I cannot imagine the shock and pain that experiencing things like that as a child must bring, I can say that reading that made my heart hurt. The behavior of that man is disgustingly unforgivable, and I hope the people like him, that prey on innocent children, burn in hell for eternity.
I would love the opportunity to read the whole book! From your other blog posts, I have a feeling it’s going to be wonderfully exciting! Thanks for sharing your life with us!
Lille–
Thanks for sharing yourself.
You are an excellent writer.
Did you ever find your friend after she moved?
~~~Cats…
I ended up becoming a foster kid. Best thing that ever happened to me. I have made peace with that little girl, she provided me with the strength, and courage, I have today. Writing my book has been a huge hug I’m giving myself. I was finally able to let those tears out. In the desert there is a jet black stone they call “Apache Tears”. The legend behind the stones is that as the white man took away the Indians land, and slaughtered their people, they wept and their tears turned into the blazing, shiny deep as night stones. It is truly a beautiful stone. I believe my tears have turned into gold, pearls, and rubies.
I could feel your hug, and just knowing you could relate, and can recognize, “kids” like me out there in the world means they will have another pair of loving eyes to bring them safely to shore. I adore you, Vick, for your compassion, and how you make me guffaw to my bones. I told Superman today, we are coming to visit you and the entire cat clan. Busking, a brewsky [or more], and some jammin’ will be had by one and all. he wholeheartedly said, “YES, I love the Cats!” I’m taking him to your myspace to view your silly pix tonight.
Hugzzzz~~~
~~TWM…
I agree that no one should be allowed to get away with what this man did. No one would have done much back then if he’d been reported. Today there is an army of people like you, and I, who can become the protectors of the innocent. I’ve made peace with him. He is the one I hope found a mirror, and some help, somewhere out in that desert. In fact he is the one destined to remain in the desert if he doesn’t. I am the free one, who can come, and go peacefully anywhere I choose to. And I choose to go in peace, and forgiveness. It doesn’t mean I forgot, it simply means I remember it in a healthy way. I took my power back. That little girl I used to be gave it to me.
~~~Thank you for caring so passionately, Mark.
~~~Jase…
Thank you for reading, for being my friend, and for being you. I know I can count on you for a slice of “real” when I come visit you on your blog waaaaaaaay down under.
~~~kenju…
So nice to see you here. Thank you for taking time to come see what I’m doing at the tree hose.
~~~Rick…
Smart man to notice AND acknowledge the decorating I’ve done in the tree house. LOL
~~~the other lily…
Happy Happy Joy Joy, my other lily (the soon-to-be-famous-author) is here to read my excerpt!
“If only the ‘other people’ knew how many of us there are…” This captures the essence of why we write, and more importantly, WHY we need to write about subjects like this. I am sincerely flattered to know I grabbed your attention; as writers we are especially interested in knowing if we have painted a picture that will grab a reader’s attention. Sometimes we write just to exercise our noodles–it gives us a rush, a high, a satisfaction and teaches us more about what we need to do to improve our skills. But, like you, my other lily, we write to heal ourselves, and hopefully the walking wounded who read about our life journeys.
Last winter I put my book back on the shelf and now I’m glad I did. Sometimes our pages need to rest so we can re-open them to see a fresh perspective, and see where we need to chop, chop, chop. I’m a little over a third of the way there. I have a long way to go and after being away from it, I am ready to sink my teeth into it again.
You’ve inspired me greatly, Lily, to keep trudging along and pecking out what I’ve dreamed about doing for a long, long time. I can see both of us, sitting on a beach at a spa resort after we finish our books looking out on the waves, and smiling. We won’t need to say a word. We”ll have an automatic caption over our head’s blinking like a neon sign, “WE DID IT!”
Interesting isn’t it–that we met on the same trail? I’m happy you’re here with me.
Me too. I’m doing my happy dance!
Lille, many thanks for the invitation to come and read your excerpt, which I just did, from start to finish, with initial curiosity, then growing trepidation, finally full blown horror. And if all those emotions registered strongly, then for me, your writing works, works powerfully.
And one can only hope that at some time or place justice was meted out to the sick monster in the car. Hopefully something like what happened to the guy in “The World According to Garp”, if that perhaps rings a bell. Don’t mean to sound vindictive, but perhaps he ended up swinging from the end of a rope, or bitten on the balls by rattlesnakes while lying drunk in the desert, to die a long, slow, lingering, excruciatingly awful parched death… with the sun burning down.
Will be curious to see more of your story unfolding… and thanks again, profoundly…