Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Monday, June 28, 2010

My son....

He wakes up early every morning,
That's when his body tells him to.
Morning is his best chance to piddle on the computer
With no interruptions.

When he sees me getting up,
He smiles and turns off the computer
And immediately asks me how I've slept.
"Good" I say, "And you?"
"Oh I slept great." he says, his voice lower as he's grown,
But soft just the same.

His gentle spirit moves forward through every day,
Doing everything he can to stay comfortable.
He makes sure he smiles at the appropriate times,
He's observed the rest of the kids his age well.
Any other child might have lost himself in this process,
But not him.
Through it all, he has stayed himself.
His wise, experienced spirit has stayed strong.

His wheels turn in ways that only he can understand.
I've begged him to teach me...
To show me what he knows in there.
It must be so beautiful.
One day, he will...
And I will be amazed,
As I always am,
As I always have been
When it comes to him.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Growing Wings...

"You know where you are with floor collapsing, floating, bouncing back. And one day I am going to grow wings, a chemical reaction. Hysterical and useless, hysterical and let down..." ~Radiohead

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The gift of a seven year old boy...

When he came out of the pool, treasure in his hand, he was absolutely beaming. The cold, slimy creature sat limp in his hand, the middle of the tiny body pulsating indicating a heart beat...

For hours he touched it, poked it, tried to make it jump. But the tiny frog was somehow content just to stay in his hand. A baby, once stuck in a whirling pool of water, sure to die, my son gently placed this small creature in a bed of flowers. It was at that point that he finally took a tiny leap. But tiny as it was, it made my son feel like a hero...

Friday, April 16, 2010

A bit about me...

I'm quirky.
I'm sensitive.
My favorite season is Spring when it's winter, Winter when it's fall, and Fall when its summer.
I listen to music all the time.
I dance in my kitchen when I cook.
I like to cook. I could eat pasta every day. I love picnics.
I don't eat mammals or birds...anymore.
I'm learning how to garden. I want to grow veggies and pretty flowers.
I love baths...and get the water as hot as I can stand it. So hot in fact that it sometimes makes my heart beat really fast and I have to lay down after my bath until it slows down.
I love wine, dry...red or white, no matter.
My laughter is loud and perhaps obnoxious.
I hate to buy cards. I don't like reading someone else's words and trying to pass it off as my own. I'd much rather write my own card...and I often do.
I like to pack for a trip with my family, but absolutely hate to unpack.
I cry easily. Whether happy tears or sad.
I believe in a higher spirit but sometimes prefer to not really give Him/Her a name because doing so seems limiting. However, when a name is necessary, I usually say "God".
Sometimes, I obcess over cleaning and sometimes I'm perfectly content with mess.
I love to take pictures, capture moments, be present.
I'm a good friend, and I can be a best friend for the rest of my life.
I enjoy solitude, however I love having a houseful of people.
I have 3 kids and a husband...they are my life, my reason for pushing on, my light, my everything...
Call it vanity...but I really love it when my husband tells me I'm beautiful.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

"This was a scene worth waking up for when I woke up..."~ Jack Johnson

Your voice is adrift
I can't expect it to sing to me
As if I was the only one

I'll follow you
The leaf that's following the sun
When will my weight be too much for you?
When will these ideas really be my own?
Cause this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on

This was a scene worth waking up for
When I woke up
You planted me in my own body
Don't know why
But somehow it just feels so wrong
When you're sad I will be lonely
But when you rise again I'll become the sun
I will shine down upon you
As if you were the only one

Your voice is your own, I can't protect it
You'll have to sing
A verse no one has ever known

Don't be afraid
Cause no one ever sings alone
Your way will never be too much for me
Your ideas have always been your own
And this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on....
~Jack Johnson

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

These are days...

These are days you'll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise,
Will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it,
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched be something
That will grow and bloom in you.

These are days you'll remember.
When May is rushing over you with desire
To be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you.

These are days
These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way
Across your face
And when you do
Then you'll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning.
It's true
Then you'll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know their speaking to you
To you....
~10,000 Maniacs