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)
Tag: moments
Forgiveness…
...is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. ...is saying that it will be ok when you aren't sure if it will. ...is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. ...is making sure that saying "I love you" is the last thing they hear before they leave.… Continue reading Forgiveness…
Leaving
Today we held hands over your bag which was between us. Both of us were tired, dark circles beneath our eyes; purple with sadness and exhaustion. As we got closer to the airport, we held hands. We didn't talk. But your grip got tighter and as the airplanes got bigger I could feel you getting… Continue reading Leaving
A poem for Thursday
Do you remember those days? Do you wish they would come back to you? Do you want to start over? Perhaps you just need a rest. Do you remember those dreams? Do you wish you still had them? Do you still long for the same things? Are you still feeling blessed? I don’t know. I… Continue reading A poem for Thursday
a thought…
I think you need to love yourself well. I think you need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are awesome and fun. You create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. No one will complete you, but you. You… Continue reading a thought…
simple
“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”
Homeward Bound
I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as… Continue reading Homeward Bound
a little autumn ditty
Red, orange, yellow, green season of color, Be counted; be seen. Ochre, Amber, honey, vert Autumnal muses, Leaves drift as they flirt.
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