There is a deep grief inside of me, untapped – like water just below a surface it rushes. There is a little girl in our community who is dying. She is a carbon copy of my little girl. Eight years old – sweet, smart, precocious and brave. She is a real person – angry and … Continue reading
Posted in April 2013 …
Life Is But A Dream
These days I hurry. I rush. Put your shoes on, grab your coat, where did your socks go? I face forward; head down, soldiering on. I talk and talk, words, words, words. I am monotone as I review my phone messages and check the weather, the bank, my grades. I call them by the other … Continue reading
All Along
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems I am realizing that the big life changes we make are done fairly cluelessly. We arrange and rearrange, pretending we have control, but it’s all a crapshoot in the end. And those … Continue reading
And Rain.
I miss: Freedom to leave Endless afternoons The thrill of the chase Being wooed The early days of memorizing hands Getting lost in your eyes Road trips Laughing so hard I cry Singing Dancing with abandon Time without end Hearing the first notes of a song you know you are going to love Feeling amazing … Continue reading
