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.…
So beautiful yet so destructive The tiny tendrils of smoke peek out from the stacks Looming overhead in position to poison The population sits patiently underneath Accepting the fruits of the process of destruction In the form of energy, technology, progress Mother Nature fights the good fight and tries to balance The cars and trucks speed overhead on the overpass The fish swim amongst the muck, human discards, concrete and…
Regret is a pool that is a mile deep and a mile wide and sometimes one catches themselves in the middle of it trying to swim to shore only to be met with waves crashing at you from all sides (nevermind that a pool typically doesn’t have waves). The sound of silence reverberates. Silence because one is lost in their own head. Reliving regret. Reliving the angst that brought him…
I don’t wanna know, I’ll just let it play out See how this goes with time We’d see you when they come We may not like it but that’s all we know You say your time here is short And i can understand your hurry, yeah You know I try hard, yeah I really try hard but Still you’re letting go, so I guess that’s all we know Tranquilize…
Cashew the bear. A frequent visitor into our bedroom in the middle of the night. Squeezed tight by little arms attached to the little body with the little legs that climb onto our big adult bed with a running start. Cashew the bear squeezing his way (with his BFF, my “Thug”) in between our warm bodies, snuggling between us during the wee hours of slumber. Nestled in tight between us,…
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers of fair perpetual feet the sinuous riot the flashing bacchant. partedpetaled mouth,face delirious. indivisible grace of dancing -ee cummings
The other day I went to church, nothing world shattering except that I’m as much of a lapsed Catholic as they get. Put this under “things you do for those you love” because it really was for good reason, to honor my sister in law who had passed away about a year before. Truth be told, I do very much enjoy the pomp and circumstance associated with Catholic ritual. As…