Faith



Someone asked her, “your husband is gone why do you still wear those rings you can take them off?” 

To which Annalee replied, ” yes my husband is gone now, but I loved him dear and so, the bond we shared was deep whether anyone could see it, we knew it. He’s gone and there’s really no one that can take his place and I’m not looking to fill it. The rings now symbolize to me my commitment to the church, the engagement ring looks like a crown our blessed Mother wears reminds me that I can call out to her and she hears me and loves me as much as she loves her son, the band symbolizes to me that I have a commitment to God and that he is always there watching me, I’m never alone they lift me up, they give me hope, they cause me to love and remind me to pray. I don’t see anything wrong with that, I’ve lived a full life and perhaps things don’t always turn out the way we hoped or planned but is it not okay to look at the situation that has come upon us and make the best of it, find the beauty in all things and life will never be bad it will then be blessed.”

Then the someone replied, “Annalee, you’ve been through so much and you are so kind still, you have a way of looking at things so matter how sad or bad they can be and turning it into a positive you are so wise and you amaze me with how well you handle things through your pain that you must feel. I’m so blessed to know you and to speak with you.”


To this Annalee couldn’t speak for she was humbled, it was clear her prayers had been heard and she had been given the strength needed to overcome her loss and that strength could be seen shining brightly. 


Annalee finally replied, “my dear friend, thank you for your kind words, I appreciate them more than you know. I am blessed as well to have you as a friend that I can speak with.”


Things you shouldn’t eat…


Steampunk chatter among  friends…

Things you shouldn’t eat and what we could make out of these things…


Featuring myself A Steampunk Squirrel, my friend Annie Owl, and Bee Bear Bones.


 S.S. Chicken feet, seriously what part do you eat and why can you still buy these from the store? 


A.O. Haha eww I don’t know, why don’t we make coat hooks with them.


B.B.B. Hahaha (easy going guy)


S.S. Well why don’t we make a wreath out of them and hang on the front door surely that would deter the salespeople from knocking while looking so stylish?


B.B.B. (Laughing harder as he shakes his head)


A.O. Ooh that would be so cool we can spray paint them silver. What about Chitterlings who ever decided to eat them? 


S.S. I’m not sure but I really think that we could weave them into baskets and dry them out. I think they would make an excellent basket sturdy too. 


A.O. That’s perfect! We could make some with chicken feet on the bottom so they could stand up off the ground!


B.B.B. Through breaking laughter and smiles, what about caviar? Have you tried that? 


S.S. I haven’t tried it yet, however I purchased some from the market and kept the jar for a long time, I think caviar eggs are beautiful like black pearls. I never ate them, never even opened the jar the fridge went out and I threw them out. 


A.O. Ooh we could use them in a vase…

S.S. made from chitterlings!

B.B.B /A.O. Laugh…


A.O. Please Steampunk Squirrel make a comic out of this conversation and draw pictures. I would pay to read it.



It’s a wonderful thing to be in the company of friends whom understand you and love you, except you for who you are no matter what comes out of your mouth. Lifting you up in love and encouragement. In this Steampunk world I couldn’t ask for two better friends than Annie Owl and Bee Bear Bones. Thank you both from the bottom of my Steampunk Squirrel heart. 


Namaste,

Steampunk Squirrel 

Broken hearted…

Do you ever have a feeling that hits you right in the heart chakra… a feeling that’s so much like unto a cloak of claustrophobia a dark veil, a numbing in the chest and your lungs struggle for breath over the weight of the reality the world from your eyes becomes grey with a veil that seeks in envelope you as a whole your body and soul, numb and sick from pain the pain you can’t change for it belongs to you and yet your powerless to change it, your heart beats wildly as it shatters and the pieces litter the ground for you have just boarded that hellish ride at the carnival dizzy and numb, grey and dumb the ride is over and you hold the pieces of you heart in your grey veil soul wounded mind numb… this for this… it was love.

When life gives you lemons make…



What a lovely moment in time with family and friends, you know Easter just passed and what a beautiful celebration we had. I happened to wear a very cute spring dress with lemons on it that inspired me to write a little poem as I was driving down the winding mountainous road in the town we live something I always find myself doing, singing and thinking. Well that’s really enough jabber here it is. 


When life gives you lemons don’t make lemonade, lemonade will give you acne we don’t need or want acne, when life gives you lemons you throw them on some fabric you make a dress and wear those lemons and you slay… slay all the haters spray lemon juice in their eyes if you have to it’s your turn to shine, live your life and be beautiful you and never let anyone stop you from being you. 



I hope you enjoy have a blessed Monday and I hope when you see lemons at the grocery you think of my little poem. 


Namaste,

Steampunk Squirrel 

Broken Heart… 

Do you ever have a feeling that hits you right in the heart chakra… a feeling that’s so much like unto a cloak of claustrophobia a dark veil, a numbing in the chest and your lungs struggle for breath over the weight of the reality the world from your eyes becomes grey with a veil that seeks in envelope you as a whole your body and soul, numb and sick from pain the pain you can’t change for it belongs to you and yet your powerless to change it, your heart beats wildly as it shatters and the pieces litter the ground for you have just boarded that hellish ride at the carnival  dizzy and numb, grey and dumb the ride is over and you hold the pieces of you heart in your grey veil soul wounded mind numb… this for this… it was love.