coffee

coffee is amazing.

it puts a smile on my face

from the warm cup in my hand-to the delicious taste.

I love it in the morning and in the afternoon

and in the evening...sitting on the ground staring at the moon.

*a little didy about my love of coffee

Mom

for the past week...I've had the awesome gift of having my Mom all to myself.

It's been great.

What do you do...when your Mom and Dad are cooler than you are??

Nothing...just stand back in amazement and wonder.

I only hope that...If I get to be in my seventies...I can muster up just a little of the coolness they possess.

It's been such a great week. It's been my pleasure to wait on my Mom hand and foot after her surgery. She'll only let me spoil her a little...which kills me...cause I just love to spoil...I wish there was a class called "the art of spoiling" cause I would so be there!!!

Anyway...I'm so blessed to still have my Mom and Dad. So...just a reminder...hug your Mom and Dad while you still can. I know that's what I'm about to do <3 (I love hugging too...but that's another post)

enchanted

Get out of my head.

My dreams are off limits, too.

I can feel it when you think of me,
It really is quite cruel.

To be in your presence is not an option,
of this I can be sure.

There is no end to the spell you've cast,
because your love is pure.

A master in the Art of Love and War,
a plan you will devise.

Your tactics are pure genius,
there is no place to hide.

My strongest magic fails,
against this enchantment that you weave.

I'll build a wall around my heart,
and pray that you will leave.

*words have power...thoughts are energy...choose wisely

(inspiration for this poem came from "the power of love" and after watching the movie "twilight")

the ride

You didn't ask to be here,
but here you are.

Looking for acceptance,
you steal a car.

Asking for directions, not an option.

People can't be trusted,
most of all they're just disgusted.

Forget about making a call,
Mom and Dad are no help at all.

The truth is...
you are on your own.

People tell me that I'm wasting my time,
but they don't see...you.

I see the child that wants to be loved,
that has grown up alone.

I want you to know that I see your pain,
I'm here to listen if you care to explain.

Even if our time together is brief,
I see you...the child disguised as a thief.

*for B.

reflection

One of my co-workers asked me a question the other day (wanting to get a student's thought process going) the question was, "what did you dream of being when you grew up?" That was easy for me. The only thing I ever wanted to be was a writer/poet. I kept a diary... as a kid.

I still remember the day...I stopped writing in my diary. Maybe I'll talk about this in a future post...but not quite ready to tackle that today...because I've started writing again...and I don't want to block this inspiration/intuition that keeps me awake at night.

So with that said...this blog and the journals that have gone unused and about to be sought for...I dedicate the following entries.

My hope is that they bring you peace, healing and yes love.

the Sojourner

Where will I land??

maybe in the sand

Or in the grass...by a lake.

I've never seen the ocean or a mountain.

I'll make a wish while I wait.

This part of my journey...about to end.

The winds of change are slowing down

Even as I'm at her mercy...she places me gently on the ground.

It feels strange...my beauty somewhat re-arranged,

no longer part of my tree.

I'll find comfort in the knowing,

wherever I land...

I'm forever me.



*inspired by experience and the beauty of "the trail"

Happy Birthday <3

for my babe...

Did you know that I get lost in your eyes of blue??

or that I watch you while you sleep.

or how about your laugh lines that make me weak
in the knees...I love that you sneeze in threes...and let's not forget...you make beautiful babies <3

I long for your bear hugs that make me feel safe...your whisker stubble that tickles my face.

with you I never have to pretend...to be something other than who I am.

I hope that you know...I love being your wife...and that you are the love of my life.