Friday, February 25, 2011
How deep do we search within?
Do we anchor in the bay,
do we go out to sea?
The bay lulls us to sleep,
the sea stormy liberates our fears.
How well do we know ourselves?
We want to change the world,
but turn away from hard truths.
There are scars in our souls,
invisible bandages cover them so safely
but the scars heal over time.
How well do I know myself?
My cathedral is in the woods,
my church is in the ocean.
I believe in so many things.
I believe in peace and love.
I believe in saving lost souls.
I believe in life's second chances.
I am still climbing a mountain,
my eyes still bright and knowing,
my arms open, my heart open.
How accepting are we to others?
How forgiving are we to them?
Live with reason and a purpose.
Live with tolerance and live free.
Live with a conscious and truth,
then you will really know yourself.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Saturday morning I went for a walk in my neighborhood. The sun was caressing me. I was taking swift steps as I tried to breathe deep breaths. I was anxious and I was trying to soothe myself. I took notice of the familiar homes and flowers planted in front of them. I revisit these streets the way I revisit a favorite book, remembering passages and words that evoke emotion and meaning inside of me. My thoughts always take me back to memories that we have made here. As I kept walking I noticed the swing in front of one of the homes was gone. It was up there for ten years. A simple rope with a oval wood flat swing . I felt sad. When Daniel was fourteen months old we ventured into this street. He pointed his little finger and declared in his sweet voice,"oval!" and I was shocked because he recognized the shape that he had only seen in flash cards. I was delighted. Afterward whenever we passed the house with the oval swing he would joyfully say oval. Obviously he enjoyed the attention that day and he took notice to the pride that I felt in his achievement. Our oval swing was gone, and now that it was gone I feared that the memory will fade. Daniel is ten and there are memories that I no longer remember with the same sharpness or detail. We are going through the stages, growing changes, during lunch this past week Daniel lost a tooth. His first molar. The sad moment for me was when he said, "you know that I don't believe in the tooth fairy." Another sign that things are changing here. Life is changing and we are changing with it.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
war was cruel, sad, and gray.
There was no place to escape,
there were dreadful, piercing, loud sounds.
There was gratitude to be alive.
A ball made out of rags,
such a novelty in that place.
The stench of death always looming.
That boy grew up to survive,
the camp, the war, the sadness.
That boy was my dear father,
not only he survived the war,
but his spirit always soared high.
He lived his life with gratitude.
Growing up he was my hero,
he taught me through his example.
To fight for what I believe,
to live on my own terms.
To be kind and help others,
to seek truth and live fully.
His life read like a novel,
his legacy continues through our life.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
"While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about."-Angela Schwindt
Monday, February 14, 2011
When I met my husband, he had a sixteen year old dog. A mix of German Shepperd, his fur was black and his coat still shined. His name was Mako, because my husband loves sharks. Mako was old and feeble. Husband was dedicated to his care and toward the end when Mako could not walk, husband would carry him outside. I watched and I remember thinking that this man with his boyish good looks possessed a heart of gold. Imagine how he would care for an ailing wife. ( not that I wanted to find out ! ) This was a long time ago and since then our life has been rich with a home life, our boys, adventures and loss. Husband has made me laugh when I have wanted to cry. He has been my rock in trying times. A few days ago we celebrated Valentine's Day. We went on a date. We sat at a restaurant waiting for our meal. We were touching each other, connected to one another. There were no sweet nothings said but there was flirtation and knowing glances, and familiar laughter. Anyone watching us would believe that our love was brand new. We are fortunate that this is the dance of our life. Hand in hand. My love wraps him like a blanket and his love sustains me. Love evolves, love goes through this dance we call life. As long as we nourish it love grows.
Friday, February 11, 2011
of the orphanage with a note.
The note pinned to his chest,
stated that she was giving up.
She couldn't help herself she said,
she is living in a tent,
her only hope is for him,
to have a brand new life.
Sweet baby boy, eight weeks old,
embraced by strangers in the dark,
in seconds he captured their heart.
She will never know her son,
what kind of man he'll be.
The dreams he will carry within.
His pain of a broken heart,
the ache his soul will feel.
His resolve will make him stronger,
his strength will lead the way,
to dreams and hopes, second chances.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
ivyleagueinsecurities.com . During the interview I loved the way Aidan spoke about her girls and the loss of her father. I clicked over to her blog and I was hooked, her writing was charming and authentic. That day her book Life After Yes was coming out and I went to the bookstore and bought a copy. As I kept on reading Aidan's blog I found comments of other bloggers and began reading their blogs as well. Belinda,thehalfwaypoint.net was one of the blogs that inspired me. When I started my own blog I felt happiness. My life is full and busy and I was longing to write again. It has been a long time and my passion for writing had been put to sleep. There were always other things to do and to take care of. Now I found a community of people. Others sharing their life and struggles. It was wonderful. I had my insecurities about my blog and I still do,but the way I see it is this, as long as I am having fun and enjoying the conversation I will do it. I support others in this blogosphere. I have made comments and I am happy when comments are left on my blog. I have bought books and given books as gifts of authors that I read their blogs. I continue to have fun and to be inspired here everyday. I was a fierce protector of my privacy and now I find myself vulnerable in this space. I find myself opening up. I hope somehow that what I write and what I share will help someone else or inspire them. In conclusion ,yes, Ms. Gretchen Rubin in an unexpected way brought more happiness to my life.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
"Hope is the dream of a soul awake" -French Proverb
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
like a house guest arriving unannounced.
The days are rushed , they fly.
Phone calls, emails, appointments to keep.
February arrives with a quiet promise,
flirtation, whispers, and sweet romantic gestures.
Argentinian night, a beautiful meal awaits ,
with love and attention to detail.
We laugh over the music playing.
Daniel wearing his pajamas says goodnight,
I tuck him and rabbit in.
I embrace him and linger there,
moments that I will cherish forever.
When did Josh turn twenty five ?
when did sweet Daniel turn ten ?
Time is swift, time doesn't wait.
I follow my passion then, now.
I wear the scars of yesterday,
still a dreamer in my heart.
I triumphed along my life's journey.
I grow, I learn, I ask.
In my heart gratitude my companion.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
"Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been"-Mark TwainA smile,
is a small gesture.
A smile is a welcome,
into our world.
I smiled and she opened up,
like a flower.
She told me of her pain,
she told me of the child that she lost fifty years ago.
She was burned in an accident,
and they could not save her.
She said, "I don't know why I am talking about it,
but I have thought about it every day since then."
She felt the sadness in my eyes,
I held out my hand and touched hers.
" I am sorry", I said.
Our eyes connected ,
my heart cried along hers.
Her wrinkles knowing,
she lived a life,
she had other children,
but she never forgot.
She smiled, lifted by sharing ,
lifted that she could remember.
Extending a smile,
it is I that is richer for it.