“Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” NO THING If change is the only constant Then why does it so surprise The Catholic, the Baptist, The Protestant When clearly it’s been defined If change can be the only expectation Then why do we complain When change expectedly unfolds And nothing stays the same If change is the growth we are promised And we ever resist it…
Shouting ensued Hollering began Tempers flared The show that Ego ran Yelling louder Than the other The name of the game No guilt, no honor, absolutely no shame No tears No lies Only demands Through held back cries Dogs in safe zones Daughter, hand on phone You with frenzied darting eyes Me with a fixed gaze on her ex-guy This is going nowhere Destination reached very fast It seems like…
“Some endings are sacred, because they make space for finally beginning.” Robin said these words to me. Is this true? I ask. Will the selling of “the dream” possibly mean I am finally free? Free to explore who I really am Free to seek my soul Free to be the person I am meant to be Free to regain control My destiny is no longer aligned With what yours used…
It’s been six days Since I hugged you …and held you near Trying to feel your heartbeat Trying to decipher who you’ve become over the years Foolish to believe that loving you would change you Who you are programmed to be Foolish to believe that my love would come through And finally set you free It’s been six days since the dawn of my regret Six days is all it…
I appreciate you …and the sand castle you have created …and the life we continue to evolve I am unsure why things like communication …and the unsaid Never gets resolved But I am learning to see …that actions are greater than words …and how it applies to the reverse of what you heard (Not just bad actions but good actions show you intent: like renovating houses in sand or staying…
Lonely, here on the beach Dragons in tow …as they swim in the undertow I withhold my reach Towards you, my life raft Last time I tried, I felt you laugh (at my feeble attempts at being saved) (maybe you didn’t but reaching out is brave… and when you are met with silence it is easy to cave) to insecurity and disbelief I look towards the steps leading to the…
Something is brewing here with M girl. My heart aches for her. Teen angst prevents her from wanting to hear her mother’s sage advice. “I feel like I’m just treading water.” Pray for resolution that brings peace and a renewed sense of strength for her.
But with a smile on her face. 9/24/16 M.S.D.
Long forgotten. I feel myself looking at these memories in black & white. My world was gray then. The only colorful spots were my kids. My personal pain, extending far beyond my marriage and into my primary relationships (my parents). My mother, likely already battling dementia (I just didn’t SEE the signs, I mean I saw them but I didn’t acknowledge them) and my dad knee deep in Parkinson’s (which…
Growing up a photographer’s child has got to suck. You are always on display. Always have to be camera ready. I wonder what the long term psychological ramifications are for children of MWACs (mom with a camera)…do you think it’s helped bring narcissism to a whole new level or do you think perhaps it has allowed children to self explore, become more self aware of themselves? I’m not entirely sure.…