Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!
MRT/4-27-10
Wear your scars proudly..
This morning a friend asked me to take a "selfie"yeah I do sometimes..was a close up..she asked me to smile..which I did ..but then she noticed as scar above my lip..had forgotton about that..was from a fight many years ago..but it got me thinking..I do have quite a few scars..here n there..some from accidents I have been in..car accidents..some from bicycle spills...hold up attempt...others just being idle..I know a lot of women with scars ..some from childbirth others from operations female operations..but importantly..it reenforced the many..many times god has taken me thru these situations..leaving me with little re
minders that he has never left me..always been there..I thank him..and I wear those scars proudly.you should too....
P.Nairne
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