After nearly a week of either being sick or tending to sick kiddos, I finally got back to writing this weekend. And, if I stay on course, the first draft … Continue reading Shieldmaiden Update
This lazy Sunday has been pretty amazing so far. Although I did not wake in the late afternoon – more of late morning and, sure, there was no watching of … Continue reading Lazy(ish) Sunday
Happy Mother’s Day to all who have been, wish to be, or have mothers in their lives! I miss mine every day, especially on days like today. I wrote my … Continue reading Give Me Weeds
There are days that seem magical Not because everything was great But because all the simple things Fell right into place And the laughter And the harmony For those silly … Continue reading A Rainbow’s Song
In light of the terrible things that are happening in the world, many (but not all) in the U.S. are lucky. We are able to take a step away from … Continue reading A Day for Thanks
My children laughed They played and giggled Took turns Hugged and Kissed each other’s scraped knees And I Held my bated breath Waiting For the first fist to fall The … Continue reading Horrors Pass
She dreams her dreams
Of hope and peace
A pen in her hand
A smile on her face
And in the clutter of her daily life
The mess, chaos, and all the noise,
She sits back and smiles
Thinking on all the laughter and all the joys
That all the spilled milk, juice and paint
Could never ruin, never taint,
For in every mess a memory was made.
That royal blue paint on the carpet?
That was a brilliant blue sparrow on the page,
Her daughter’s first bird,
For the first forest she painted.
The red on the walls, the tables, and dogs?
Her son’s laughter as he grabs his first marker,
Are worth a gentle chiding, nothing more,
Since that’s what washable markers are for.
So, in those moments of chaos sweet
She can dream her dreams,
Of joy and peace,
Content in her clutter
Her joyous mess
Her path, her road, her temple,
Her home called Happiness.