First ice cream. John, Bella and I walked up to the snowball stand. Bella had her first frosty paw, licking gently out of the cup and biting the paper unsure of what exactly she was eating. John got raspberry with marshmallow. And I, of course, had vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. A classic, a necessity. A… Continue reading ’tis the season.
Tag: heaven
Spring
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading Spring
Thursday’s child is full of grace
I have a lot of anger that doesn't know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I've bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don't think it's unusual for someone to… Continue reading Thursday’s child is full of grace
For Mary
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
Soaring
He said I should take a leap of faith. On him, on us, on what could happen. And I stood at the edge, my toes just grazing the air and wanted to step forward trusting that my wings would grow simply by wishing them to be. But I couldn’t leap. And the more I felt… Continue reading Soaring
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 newness
Today John and I went shopping and had lunch together and to say we have different shopping styles is putting it mildly. Where I like to wander and compare articles of clothing, John is task oriented and no nonsense. He is a lot of no nonsense and I am a lot of nonsense and yet… Continue reading A newness
Spring in winter
I am writing this to you from a hotel balcony. Inside, John is showering and the room is warm with steam. The air humming with the sound of water and his blue tooth speaker turned all the way up. Too loud for me, I'm afraid. Where he craves noise and music, I pine for silence… Continue reading Spring in winter
