Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Sharon kept sliding on through, all the way to the big city and beyond where she interrupted a secret meeting of the minds in time to stop them from melding into one with their fool ideas. Don't you know little fool, you never can win.
One night, Sharon found herself hopelessly dancing the tango with a stranger. Later they enjoyed cafe cappuccinos and Cuban sandwiches at a bustling Bistro.
Sharon prefers the company of birds over the discordant trill of cats and dogs. But she has been found to delight in the poetry of butterflies and the rare dance of tigers.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" ~ Dr. Seuss Sharon chewed on that til it hurt.
This vermin fence of the Shire is sometimes known as the Sharon proof fence. It is a sturdy barrier initially constructed to keep rabbits and other agricultural pests out of pastoral areas. It frequently serves to keep Sharon in place too.
Here we see Sharon out fowling in a 1621 historical reenactment for her Thanksgiving feast. It is uncertain why she chose to dress as a native but natives were present at her table with the bountiful harvest later that day. Thanks was given and delight taken.
Sometimes Sharon can stare right at something until it takes on a new shape with new meaning. No shape and no meaning. They galactically part ways and all power is diminished. This is how Sharon stays free. Or so she thinks.
An unconventional upbringing fraught with tradition. Here wee Sharon enjoys the sweet serenade of French crows. Later they will all meet for teacake and square dancing under the harvest moon.
A Maharaj said, "To know that you are a prisoner of your mind, that you live in an imaginary world of your own creation is the dawn of wisdom". Sharon says, "Fine thanks, and you".