Flash 55-Public Speaking

Looking for a place
A spot of blue
Where doubt weighs
Amidst the clouds
Nothing, the
Sun peeking out
All is possible
Though worry
Like dark clouds
Floats past my
Mind’s eye
Talking loudly
Thunder rumbling
As I laugh back
In the distance
The fear
Walking center
Stage
I speak from
My heart, and
Smile

C.M. Jackson 2011


Friday's coming--you know what to do...write it and tell it to the G-Man here!!

Freedom is not free

Today please take time to thank and honor the men and women and their families for the service given and sacrifices they have made.

Photo by Evan Vucci/AP

Kait Wyatt carries her 1-month-old son, Michael, at the burial for her husband, Marine Cpl. Derek Wyatt, at Arlington National Cemetery, Jan. 7. Wyatt was killed Dec. 6, 2010, in Afghanistan. Kait Wyatt, who was pregnant at the time of her husband's death, was induced the day after he was killed so she could attend the service.

You may listen to the Wyatt's story here

Magpie Tales-Sotto Voce

voices whisper

in my dreams

some long gone

some just gone 

but none forgotten

cause me to smile

 and laugh

trying to catch up

 on the latest news

I awake

tears running

down my cheeks

then I remember

and smile

happy

C.M. Jackson 2011

 

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Wild places

wild places

dry my tears

open spaces

fill my soul

erase my fears

wild places

let me hear

my heart beat

C.M. Jackson 2011

Willow Manor Ball 2011

Mr. Jackson and I have been looking forward to this evening. Ruth and Reya you are positively stunning! I can see Willow on the dance floor with Sir Tony. Is that a rose in Tony's mouth?



 The night has been spectacular so far and full of surprises.

Pierce Brosnan made his way through the crowd slipping his arm around my unsuspecting waist and with a whispered "May I?" to Mr. Jackson led me off to the dance floor for a bit of a whirl.

Mr. Jackson had a martini, shaken not stirred, waiting as Pierce and I foxtrotted across the floor. Tapping him on the shoulder, Mr. Jackson handed Pierce the martini and led me onto the dance floor for a slow tango of our own.

Meanwhile Sting, who just celebrated his 60th Birthday at the Beacon in NYC sends his regrets and promises to be here next year. Harry was kind enough to stop by with his orchestra and play a few tunes though..this was my favorite ...

Perhaps Sting and Harry can sing a duet next year?

I think I am going to rest a bit and just take in the scene...

Willow, you have outdone yourself , my dear--to hear the rave reviews and see more stroll on over here!

Godspeed Dear Friend

Max Sept 6, 2011

Today Mr. Jackson and I said goodbye to Max. He is free. No doubt Max is running in the fields of heaven, stopping only to charm food off of someone's plate...we were blessed to have him for as long as we did....we will strive to honor his memory by living as he did- with heart, compassion and joy.



Magpie Tales-Home

look at me
lost and forgotten
I need you
to remember
when I lifted you
up
through the dirt
corn husks
gravel
flying
the sun
on your face
look at me
long gone
memories
as I wait
till you walk
past the barn
resting
on my bumper
cellphone
in your ear
earth beneath
my wheel
home


C.M. Jackson 2011

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