I've had enough Of this made up concept, this ever-changing barometer Of what it takes - what you are, what I am and what we are each not quite, not at all, just below or too much. Isn't it time we called an armistice? How much, will it do, is it best and - My … Continue reading The Myth of Enough
We are deep into week two of sickness. One bug followed by an even bigger, meaner bug and day five of the all-night brigade to alleviate breathing passages, soothe, and pray desperately for the much-needed mercy of sweet, deep healing sleep. This is only the second major bout with illness for my son but our first experience with the … Continue reading In sickness.
Don’t Go Back to Sleep.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi I've … Continue reading Don’t Go Back to Sleep.
Today is the two-year anniversary from when we stood on purple sand at dawn with the waves rolling in around us and recited unconventional vows to never part. I can’t imagine another day, another feeling ever coming close to that morning. Perfect is the closest word I can think of but it was still more … Continue reading Amnesty.
What You Seek.
Several months into my pregnancy with my son, I was fighting what I rightfully ascertained as the slow and steady ebbing away of any sense of control I had over my life. I had not planned to become a parent. From all angles, it did not appear that it was even a responsible thing to do. … Continue reading What You Seek.