We all have different 'seasons' or periods in our lives where we can't understand the purpose of our current circumstances within the grand scheme of things. Sometimes we can only see the purpose or potential after the chapter has ended and the seasons have changed. Sometimes the purpose never becomes evident until we have accomplished… Continue reading A Note on the Seasonal Nature of Life
As the first alarm went off at 5:25 am, she rolled over with barely open eyes to turn it off. The second at 5:30 am was met with slightly wider cracked eyes and groggy face as she stretched over to the night stand to turn off the barking alarm. The final alarm was at 6:00… Continue reading An Eyelash’s Journey to Valhalla
I think I should write. What should I write about? Should I conjure up a scene dripping with imagery or a simple story-line which ebbs and flows with an easy tone? Should I detail the happenings of my early morning commute with the bus driver and the construction? What about writing down my thoughts on… Continue reading On the Topic of Writing. A Jumble of Thoughts.
I want to drive the truck. I want to command the machine. I have a fascination with hard labor for some reason. My brain has reasoned that my years of intellectual advancement have left me wanting for physical development. Most days I agree. He drives the tractor with such eloquence and efficiency. It can't be… Continue reading The tractor outside my window
Trapped Trapped within the confines of my own cerebral These fore walls those membranes Stuck World rotating, me plucked left standing still Life in limbo How low will it all go Arms elbows finger tips reach for dreams Further drift day by day tear by tear Heart full, ache brain shrinks from no challenge Hit… Continue reading Trapped
Cradling and cradle rocker Hands work toil fight for survival Love vibrates settles emanates from each vein and cell Large veins Tanned skin brown from lifetime of sun no screen Joints bent crooked facing God Strong to wield and lift and carry Soft to touch and love and caress Old wise ever present ever ready… Continue reading Grandmother’s hands
Follow my blog with Bloglovin How do you fill the void in your life? Do you suffer from emptiness? Do you feel the heavy burden above you, on you, beside you, within you? I feel it. It follows me around. Sometimes heavy, some light. The battle continues
baby can you feel the churning above your head? I know you can feel hear experience the beat of my heart my blood your blood separate yet intermingle fingers toes within my flesh your little hiccups vibrate throughout my womb too much chocolate for me crazy flips for you hands on my bump, circular movements… Continue reading Within womb