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Please send comments, questions and answers to: theresahalfacre@att.net ![]() There have been so many changes since my last update, most of which, have been positive. My life is running alongside a sweet, sweet melody -- and I'm listening and taking mind notes. Thank you, God. Never stop loving anyone. Never stop believing in anyone. Never defend a lie. Lastly, there are exceptions to every "Never." live for peace, theresa :) ![]() Big changes since April. I was offered and accepted a position at a retirement center as Director of Activities. Overall, I like the job. Overall, I don't like the hours. I go to sleep late and get up early. It makes me grouchy by the time I get home. The 100+ degree weather adds to the mood, but Autumn is right around the corner. The fall always brings good things. This is my selp-fullfilling prophecy. I still have urges to fly away ... with braided hemp around my ankles and faded cut off jeans. It will always be a battle for me and that's just a fact. I'm outwardly happy and most days, I'm inwardly happy, but I let my surroundings get the better of me at times. 50% of residents that I work with have dementia and while the work is rewarding, it's also exhausting. Exhausting in the fact that all I can do is keep them as content as possible, bring back a memory or two (which goes as quickly as it came) and hopefully make them smile. One thing I am sure of, the residents find comfort with me. I have gained their trust over the past few months, and they have stolen my heart. They have lost so much; I guess losing this part of me is worth the price. I'm not sure yet. That's about it for me. I've created the message board mainly for Hope, Carole and myself ... and anyone who wants to chime in. I hope some of our graduating NHS class will join. I miss those days ... I think. :) It was the winter of my life A hard, but precious time The days were often dreary The nights were always cold I had my coat I had my boots And I had the road I met Chaz in Pennsylvania Teresa in Virginia Beach I met one hundred hippies And learned a lot about me They liked my coat They liked my boots and they liked the road On a day that I was feeling low I saw deer as big as buffalo Majestic under barren limbs I stopped to think of you again You liked my coat You liked my boots and you liked the road I was 38 or 39 when the winter broke this heart of mine The blood and sweat of all the tears I never thought we'd ever fare Working hard to make a dream come true god, how I looked up to you When you liked my coat and you liked my boots and sharing the road Season's change, it's an old cliché And one I'll use another day As constant as the ebb and flow Sometimes it hard to let things go But tonight it's hot as hell inside I think I'll go out for a ride I don't have my coat I don't have my boots But I've got the road The winter of my life It taught me things and took some things I saw stars I never thought I'd see They filled me with good energy 'cause they liked my coat they liked my boots they like the road It's hard as hell growing old I know 'cause someone told me so She said, "the only thing to understand, When everything is caving in Is you've got your coat You've got your boots And you've got the road theresa :) ![]() So many changes in such a short time. I'm not big into change. I can adapt to situations as necessary, but there are things I don't want to adapt to, things I don't want to accept, things I don't want to change. I've had huge disappointments over the past few months. While I enjoy my time at the shoe store, I don't enjoy it enough to keep it as part of my daily routine. I had hoped to work on booking several artists and writing, but the ever evil dollar will not allow that ... for now. That's okay. My computer loses one program after another these days, so it's all for the best. And so not to sound as an ingrate, I've had a lot of happiness in my life, too. Mr. Durham has put a lot of effort into "my" two-room apartment which is attached to the house. It's really beautiful. It's not elegant, but it's cozy and comfortable, which is what I like. He's a gem and it's nice to see his career blossoming. Also, my small circle of friends have been life savers. Carole, Hope and Mr. Betterhalf ... I can't thank them enough. (AND PLEASE, if anyone reads this and knows Mr. Betterhalf, please stop with the questions. You people drive me nuts and it's none of your business. That sentence excludes both Carole and Hope. They know and love us both.) My book deal fell through. I only had to put a small amount towards the publication, but I didn't have it to give. I put the money from the trailer on a house, so there is security and comfort knowing I have a roof over my head. The house is great ... just ask the neighbor. He spends more time here than I do. That's a half-hearted joke. He's a great guy, but he doesn't enjoy his privacy nearly as much as I enjoyed mine. BUT, I begin working for St. Luke's a couple of days a week beginning Thursday. This will free up some of my hours and get me away from the shoe store's fluorescent lighting that gives me a headache and vertigo and I'll be in the place where David spent so much of his time. The place where he and I exchanged stories, theories, laughter and even a little sadness. It's my home away from home in so many ways and I'm really, really looking forward to it. I'm not an 8 to 5 kind of person. I've done that and it's not me. I could do it again if I had to ... and maybe I will have to... but, for now, I'm hopeful that this will work out. I just have to get my finances in order. I only have a few debts, but I'm only making a few dollars and the cost of gasoline is a huge burden on everyone. I'm driving at least 45 miles a day and my SUV drinks the stuff like it's lemonade. I've just decided I have nothing else to say, so I'll end this as I do most things ... with something I wrote the other day. Carole likes it. That's good enough for me. If all things bright and beautiful are before me I wonder why these storms are closing in Somewhere in-between the pleasure and pain I’m feeling like nothing once again I guess that’s why a storm is rolling in To remind me storms can be our friend If all creatures great and small have a purpose I think I have the smallest of them all I’ve been on cloud nine a thousand times It only took one mistake to make it fall I guess sometimes our cloud slips away They’re never quite the picture we paint Chorus I’m right in the middle of the madness Just one step away from insane The world is turning, the sky is churning Everything’s slipping away I think I’ll slip away with everything today To sitting on the dock of the bay Otis, did you ever feel afraid, Watching all those clouds roll away? If all things wise and wonderful can be explained By believing the Lord God made them all I wish he would explain all these teardrops I wish he’d show me the wonder of a fall I guess sometimes our clouds turns into rain I guess that’s why my head hurts today “All things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small All things wise and wonderful The Lord God made them all” I guess someone turned it into a song They must have seen the wonder of it all Maybe they were inspired by a cloud I think I’ll go outside and look around Chorus ![]() ![]() September 2006 I took this photograph in my back yard today. I hear this guy nearly every night; today we finally caught each others eyes. What a moment ... what a great, great moment. I look at it and can only smile. I look forward to meeting his gaze again ... ![]() Another August night One less kiss goodnight One less dream and one less hope One less hour to go I brush her teeth and hair It's the only touch she gets One less feeling I don't know One less hour to go Get her through 'til December You brought her there before For forty years, you brought her there They used to come so slow Now years pass like dreams It's hard remembering It's hard remembering everything But she's got one less hour to go chorus Get her through 'til December Get her through til then help her to remember Childish thoughts back when She was young and clever I was her best friend Once our hearts age gracefully I'm afraid they'll never mend She drifted off to sleep Elizabeth lost her dreams I hope she found them going home One less breath alone All machines have ceased She leaves willingly Her heart doesn't beat at all Like one hour ago Get me through 'til December She'll be home by then I won't think of or remember her Soon I'll just forget Bridge I don't like December Now that I am old But as a child loves fantasy Never doing as they're told My heart needs that energy And a different kind of cold Get me through December Get me through til then help me to remember Childish thoughts back when I was young and clever She was my best friend Once our hearts age gracefully I'm afraid they'll never mend Another August night One less kiss goodnight One less kiss and another kind of cold One less hour to go theresa~ ### I feel like the wind In the middle of a storm It takes what it's gonna take And keeps on going The wind never thinks The wind never cares It runs free as a river And it's never running scared The wind can hide and seek It can change it's direction It can soar with the eagle It can fall though the sun The wind doesn't have to sleep the wind doesn't have to die It can sound sweet as music from a soft lullabye The wind moves us forward Like time moves us back It moves us when it's leaving It changes its path The wind doesn't keeps memories It doesn't mend broken dreams It rushes through our fingers And then it just leaves I feel like the wind A sound without a sight Up early in the morning rarely sleeping at night I feel like the wind On a summer day I can smile if I want to Or just blow away I feel like the wind The way it felt yesterday It softly touched my back And then blew me away Back to another time Back to another year Back into emptiness Back into fear The wind will go away But it will never stay away It always blows back And sometimes brings pain Pain of what's left to lose If there's anything Sometimes the most to lose Is the love that it brings Make me like the wind I know that it's free Help me keep going Help me to believe Help me not to care About the people I love 'Cause everyone needs someone The wind needs no one theresa~ | There Are Those ... | shots | Store | | Artists and Their Music | Erika Luckett | Peter Cooper and Fayssoux McLean | Storyhill with Ellis | David Childers | Todd Snider | The Unnofficial Half | Pictures | In Memory of David Stewart | Theresa | Return Home | |
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