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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

"A Castle in the Hills."

"A Castle in the Hills."

I've already packed my suitcases. Yet, I'm still waiting for God to reveal His masterplan for me.
Once settled back home in the States, I won't be Blogging, for I'll be very busy helping my dear daughter with my three grandchildren, spending time with my family, traveling, and doing other interesting things.
Time will tell...
Since 2005 surfing in American Websites, I have been trying to keep my mind active, and share a unique self-portrait to my online readers and friends. Since each of us carries a baggage, the load of our personal history, our burdens, then, we may develop certain connections according to our personal views and/or our moral values. Anyway, I am still a dreamer...
Long ago, when I was a little girl and lived in a big city with my mother and my Italian maternal grandmother, I used to gape through the glass wall in our balcony on the second floor. I was puzzled then, to see so many horses pulling wagons downstairs in the streets bringing veggies, fruits, small livestock, and other goods for the peddlers to the sales market place. Local folks gathered there in a rush to buy cheap food. I was truly astonished to see horses and other farm animals which were brought to the fair in a big city filled with motorways and cars.
My young heart would be left astray watching people's greedy hearts full of wrath. The fair was taken place on weekends. So, I would hear the hooves on the trotting stallions approaching the neighborhood, and I would rush to the glass wall to gape at the feast. I would still do that throughout my lifetime...
As a little girl around 6 or 7, I could not help myself feeling betrayed, frustrated and hurt inside for what my young eyes would have to watch every single weekend, needless to say what I should have concealed about personal things that I witnessed as a little child.
I was certainly born a dreamer, an artist, a pro-life living being with all sort of good deeds inside my young heart. So, it was dreadful for me to catch a glimpse of those shattered, horrid, bloody memories of my childhood with so many things going on in the wrong way. My world was rather small, yet then, I began to dream in expanding my world to further greater ventures with high goals and lasting moral values.
As a little child, I began to think that those grown adults would never become my role models.
In fact, in my childhood, I began to develop the first outlines of my present philosophy of life.
Since my early childhood, I dreamed of living on top of the mountains surrounded by Mother Nature, birds and other precious animals. Perhaps, I was dreaming of living in a castle on the hills, a bluish yonder hill intimately entwined with the valley below.
I could still hear now, the gallop of those stallions flying freely in the blue horizon, and I could still hear my throbbing heart on top of the mountain or gazing out the window.
The joy of the Lord has always been my true strength!
I just love to write stories, tales, poems, thoughts, and so on...
Have a blessed time, dear readers!
Poet Starry.

5 comments:

Chatty Crone said...

I hope you go home soon. sandie

Crystal Mary said...

Well, when we get to heaven, there will be no more desire for better things, as we will have them.
God promise,

Revelation 21.
"Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.
I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
AHHH for that day dear friend. xx

Betsy Adams said...

I love to dream too, Starry... A Castle in the hills sounds like a great idea. My dream was to have a plot of land on TOP of a mountain with my log cabin --with a view---right there on that land. Of course, I wanted a waterfall nearby also..... ha ha

When you get to the states, enjoy your daughter and the grandkids---but don't forget about a life for YOU too... I hope you don't give up blogging... You will need a good balance in your life.

Hugs,
Betsy

EM Illustrator said...

I hope and pray that you will be able to go home soon. I know how much you wish for it. Wouldn't it be great to live on top of a mountain like the pictures are showing.
Have a great day!

Starry Dawn said...

Thank you so much, Sandie, Crystal, Betsy, Eva and all readers who participate in viewing my posts and writing their poetical offerings!!
I highly appreciate your kindness.
Cordially,
Poet Starry.