When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere… Continue reading For Mary
Category: Uprooted
How do you find yourself when you can’t find center?
How do you self-soothe a broken heart?
How do you maintain grounding when the ground is uncertain?
not a bad way to start
The sun rises. I look for little kindnesses. I search for signs on the wind. I wait and watch the clouds part. It’s chilly but bright. There is hope there. I hang on a little longer. I wait and watch some more. My fingertips slip on my sadness. I let go and fall a bit.… Continue reading not a bad way to start
A memory forward
I am reminded of how many good things can grow in the deep winter of our lives. How seeds planted can sprout magically overnight (though there’s no such thing as overnight although there is such a thing as magic). How even the moon sometimes hides. How graceful the trees look with no leaves; dancer’s hands… Continue reading A memory forward
A distinct pleasure
The light outside the window waning against unlit houses. The trees, bare and dark as the sky closes in around us all. The wind moves against the windows, a creak and moan of settlement from the foundation nuzzling against the earth. Me, looking at you sleeping; your eyelashes closed against your cheeks and I envy… Continue reading A distinct pleasure
Blessing of the season
I am laying in my bed. A blessing. I am suppose to be at work, but I got my shift covered. A blessing. My room is clean. A blessing. My presents are wrapped. A blessing. A candle is lit. A blessing. I've had four chocolate chip cookies today. (Freshly baked, thanks Mom) A blessing. Mom.… Continue reading Blessing of the season
A book by it’s cover
I have had the distinct pleasure this morning of laying in bed and reading. Work doesn't start until 5:00 and so until then I am convinced I must spend my hours doing only pleasurable activities (namely, covering myself up with a heating pad and reading to my hearts content). Every year I try to read… Continue reading A book by it’s cover
To remember Mom, on her birthday (which is tomorrow)
My mama. Christmas queen, lover of all things whimsical, gardener, giggler, dancing fiend. She taught me how to buy Clearance at Target and how to listen to a friend in need, how to be kind but strong, how to execute a great party, how to balance a checkbook. Often times when I was little I… Continue reading To remember Mom, on her birthday (which is tomorrow)
The two that started it all
Today is Mom and Dad's 32nd wedding anniversary, which I am very happy about because I know love is hard and seeing them excel makes me hopeful that I can too. They have taught me everything I need to know about relationships, here are few of my favorites: 1) Your partner should be your best… Continue reading The two that started it all
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