What’s your favorite word?
“Fantastic”- a spark the mind dares to dream,
A bridge between wonder and what might seem.
It whispers that limits are shadows, not chains,
And beauty is born where the unknown remains.
What’s your favorite word?
“Fantastic”- a spark the mind dares to dream,
A bridge between wonder and what might seem.
It whispers that limits are shadows, not chains,
And beauty is born where the unknown remains.
What are you doing this evening?
The evening dances soft and bright,
With laughter floating into night.
A daughter’s smile, a playful gleam,
Turns simple hours into a dream.
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
A smile that hides a secret ache,
A kindness worn for self’s own sake.
When truth is veiled in soft disguise,
The heart senses where danger lies.
Describe your ideal week.
A calm week where hours drift like clouds,
Simple joys bloom without a sound.
Laughter lingers, worries fade,
And each small moment feels handmade.
How do you relax?
I’m at ease even when I’m in constant work,
like a butterfly weaving through gardens at dusk.
Its gentle path flows with effortless art,
bringing peace to the restless heart.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
If I had to give up, I would give up, “Yesterday”
release its hold and not let it weigh.
The present alone is where I belong,
a fleeting now that forever stays strong.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
No grudge to drag, no weight to hide,
life skips along like a carefree tide.
Each moment’s a treasure, too bright to bring down,
in heartfelt gratitude, joy wears the crown.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Beneath distant skies where strangers dwell,
I carried my roots, yet wore them well.
The furthest path was a circle’s art,
For every mile led back to heart.
What does your ideal home look like?
An abode of sunbeams, of moonlit skies,
a home where nature’s green beauty lies.
Walls that shimmer with music from the heart,
a place from where warmth never departs.

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Gratitude overwhelms me, pure and deep,
a treasure the soul forever will keep.
It makes me wonder how blessed I stay,
in every breath, life’s grace lights my way.