Contents
- Prolegomena
- The Angel's Nest
- The City of Gold
- The Seventh Floor
- The Sixth Floor
- Kostas Babaletsos & Mihalis Lekkakos
- Alexis Karafeskos
- Room 602
- International Woman's Day
- A journey into the past
- Acapulco - Mexico
- Honolulu, O'ahu Island
- BEAUTIFUL GREEK NATURE
- Bergen, Norway
- Castle of Knights
- City of Vancouver
- Dubrovnic - Croatia
- EASTER ISLAND
- Faces of Papua
- Fiji Islands
- Florence, Tuscany, Italy
- Guell Park
- HUMAN AVATARS
- Hydra island, Greece
- Koufonisi
- London
- Massaua - Eritrea - Disclosure
- Mausoleum of Hassan II
- Mount Fuji
- Mystras
- New York City
- Paros - Antiparos
- Petra and Wadi Rum desert
- Port of Funchal
- Samaria Canyon
- Santorini
- Seychelles
- STUDENTS AROUND THE WORLD
- The Patagonian Fjords and Channels Voyage
- The Sound of Percussions
- Time to fall off Masks
- Tokyo
- Libya
- Room 602
- George & Koula
- Mary Margaret Schell
- Colleen Keller Breuning
- Wendy Milne
- Chapter XX
- Brothers in Art | Jeff and Steven
- Nancy Lee
- Shirley Alexander
- Rebecca S. Revels
- Connie Hearin Anderson
- Stacy A. Foster
- The Fifth Floor
- The Fourth Floor
- The Third Floor
- The Second Floor
- The First Floor
- The Diary of an Angel
- The Trail of Dawn
- Odoiporiko
- Connect
Today | 329 |
Frrancis delivers the Chest that contains the Diary to Vicky
Message from Vicky
In June of 1971 my life began as a surprise or a mistake, depending on your disposition .I am the youngest of three, nine years younger than my brother and eleven years younger than my sister. The age difference meant for me that by the time I was ten, I was alone. My father was a former marine and a small town police chief in Michigan. My mother worked many jobs, but for most of my life she worked long hours in a factory or as a home health care worker. I began writing as a means of escape, a way to release pain. My parents separated my senior year of high school and divorced right after my graduation. In 1994 I began to date a former classmate and we married a year later. I worked in retail management and continued to write in my spare time. In 2002 we had our first son and then four years later our second. I quit work and became a stay at home mom and writing once again became a lifeline. I began posting writing on MySpace and that is where I was privileged to become familiar with The Diary project.
I was given a day to contribute to the diary, due to time and scheduling conflicts. I felt like I was holding hearts and souls of those Angels who had previously shared of themselves. The diary is dream turned into reality. It is labor of love, passion and pain bursting from pen. The musicians, artists and writers laid themselves bare. I felt overwhelmed by the vision I beheld. It felt like magic, tangible and vibrating, and I was gifted with the opportunity to take part. It was my honor to have my words joins in amongst the beauty that is The Diary.
I have never published any poems and I am deciding whether or not I wish to pursue that path. I enjoy the quiet life. Being a mother and wife, is my life. I am happy to spend my days lost in thought, reading, writing or just being with those I love.
My Way Home
i know moments of relief
i am able to recognize beauty
i can see the small moments of purity, joy
in the animated faces of my sons
in their wonderment
their needs, I am filled
they look to me
as man looks to God
mother
perfect in imperfection
i take their love not lightly
we need each other
and i give to them
that which i can’t even give to myself
i give them all
a tenderness from mothers mouth to child’s ears
a connection between ages and time
my sons, my blood
kissing them goodnight
i kiss the lips of my mother (gone now three years)
and great grandchildren
whom I will never know
my sons
my future and past
my purpose and hope
purest of love
creation of the divine
Victoria Howery
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