tiny moments (and everything in between)
the other day i was mulling over a quote {see below}. i don't usually share my journal entries here, but it seems that's what's calling me today. so here we go. a journal riff, if you will... every moment is a poem if you hold it right. ~ lauren zuniga these words speak to me. feel … Continue reading every moment a poem
it's white everywhere and the sun shines brightly so bright that you squint eyes peeking beneath fleecey brims smiles just above parkas zipped tight standing at the top and anticipating what will follow you can't climb upon your sleds fast enough and then you do climb upon and you're off in the blink of an eye … Continue reading i believe
it's the middle of the night and she wakes me nightmare i stumble down the hall behind her hoping to keep myself sleepy as i follow she climbs into bed the twinkle lights illuminating her sweetness i climb in beside her and we lay side by side middle of the night darkness and those twinkle … Continue reading her breath
falling from the sky each unique then coming to rest together a blanket of white calling for a hush upon this corner of the world my corner and i sit in this corner with this blanket of hush and i say not a word sending a little love your way, m
movements of the day hold me where i need to be morning tea and freshly baked bread and schoolwork and housecleaning birds at the feeders which look nearly empty and i add this to my list lunch and dishes and then violin melodies fill the house, i sigh contentedly then pick up the dust rag again … Continue reading with boldness
winter months call for hot cocoa and so we oblige warming whole milk on the stove taking turns to stir adding cocoa, sugar, a dash of salt and when it's reached just the right temperature (because just-right temperature is key) we pour the chocolatey goodness into our mugs our mouths watering at this point some … Continue reading settling into joy
it's easy to love summer's thistle with her showy purple flower easy to look past the prickly green leaves surrounding when the summer months move into those of fall and early winter i walk past thistle patches wild along the road long gone are the violet hues now there is earth tone everywhere and still … Continue reading the thistle
sitting on the cold stone steps at their back door dried leaves golden lay at my feet some rustle by in the wind that blows my hair across my face sweater tucked beneath my seat to curb the chill woolen fingerless mitts warm my hands (i think of dear r who knitted them for me) … Continue reading wool and morning sun
in the middle in the clearing in the woods stands a flower singly petals of crimson passersby gaze check field guide and with each other have never seen a bloom like this they move on the flower stands solitary yet with surety not minding her absence in the guide she roots herself in the middle … Continue reading in the middle
if i speak my words will you listen? if i extend them to you will you gingerly tuck them into your heart for safe keeping? because one day i may need you to pull them out and speak them back to me and i will listen and i will tuck them tenderly then and we will … Continue reading exchange
