Poem: It’s Not For Us to Prove Our Value

This beautiful image was snapped at the Botanic Gardens in our city.  Something about her caught my eye… both at the gardens and now, as I was writing this poem.  I hope you see it too.  Her words… Her soul…  and my, she’s a beauty!     In the space Between interactions, The stilted moments…

With Friends Like These, a poem

      She did not Believe Their thin excuses The well-meant Courtesies Of “Hello darling! My, how we’ve missed you!” Yet never Was it an Opportune time To be cordial afterward. The words were flung In the silence Of passing moments When etiquette requires Something be spoken But obviously Never meant. After all these…

Conversations with a superhero

  Above all things, I am a mother.  Of course, I cook, I clean, I chase imaginary monsters from under the bed, and yeah… sometimes I get the chance to write and take pictures.  Truly, it is much more glamorous than all that might seem.  I get to spend time with my crew, I am…

Conversations 02: Allowing Myself to Make Mistakes

  I’ve been struggling lately and though sometimes it helps to know the reason why, it doesn’t always make things easier.  Growing up, we were expected to always be perfect.  Of course, that is never possible… but we were punished often when we were less than stellar.  We weren’t taken to task just for the…

Conversations 01: Hoping for a Better Future

  I’ve thought about it for a while now.  It seems that things are always changing, whether its my focus or things slowly evolving in me.  I notice it, but have a hard time putting words to that feeling.  I guess it’s a good thing that as I get older, I still try to find…

Finding the Lessons, a poem

  The words wept from the depths of her soul swirling, churning visualizations of angst, lacing themselves between the syllables. She did not moan she did not cry but she expressed. She laid bare the feelings, turning them in her fingers, examining their crevices. She tried to understand learn grow and perhaps to delay the…

Weathered with Age, a poem

  The barn sits in the corner Of the property Sloped roof, full of snow The paint has worn thin And what once shined brightly, Is now a dull gray with age. My, how things change. . . The wind whistles eerily through the wood siding and though I am alone, the past whispers grainy…

Just a Quick Update…

  I am sure at least some of you may have noticed things went quiet over here for a while.  I’d love to say I was on vacation, soaking in the sun on some remote beach somewhere exotic.  Ahh, the ability to dream!   In all actuality, as soon as the season crawled in, we…

Reality tv

  At times, I think the world prefers a constant distraction the bright, flashing lights of profitable pursuits that promise longevity strength poise and beauty or perhaps, a grand distraction to see not, where we once thrived, a snake-oil pursuit of dreams. Were the sign not flashing, none would ever see, for the blandness of…

I’ve Been Wandering Between Moments

Sorry to be such a quiet voice recently.  It’s not that we have been 100% busy (although close) but sometimes, I think – that life takes a little bit longer for us to fall into place.  Wherever that place might be, is sure to be full of surprises.   For those who don’t know the…