darkness. empty. canvas in
three dimensions.
We breathe our lives.
Our souls, onto it.
Into it.
A prayer.
A wish.
A hope.
Vision comes ~
Lights Up.
A joining.
Molding words into
form, together.
Weaving, blending.
Assorted a-ha’s
bloom via laughter.
hurt. gentle coaxing.
Tantrums.
Negotiation.
Restoration. movement.
breath.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat?
Nod. Repeat.
We do this
over and over.
again, over.
darkness. empty. canvas in
three dimensions.
Discover the passion and power of Daily Accomplishments and small, do-able Daily Goals. Here is where I will share my dailies and hopefully encourage and inspire you to choose some dailies of your own. Welcome!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
April 7, 2011 - Canvas in Three Dimensions
Gratitudes on April 7, 2011
I am grateful for the fun time with the high five photos around town
I am grateful for Samuel’s book fair and my continued presence on campus. Samuel said this morning he wishes I could come every day. Bittersweet.
I am grateful for my cell phone. How I love it. Crazy, I know.
I am grateful for the night blooming trees in my neighborhood.
I am grateful to have a relatively open day. Thinking a picnic and time with the ducks is in order.
I am grateful for Samuel’s improvement.
I am grateful for the enormous thank you card from the kids at Independence High’s Writing Camp last week!
I am grateful for this place, to list my gratitudes, even though I am not here as often these days.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Yellow Arrow
I missed the green arrow
when I raised my eyes
from the memory minestrone
the yellow arrow had spoken,
“Too late.”
It was a different airport.
Flight: Phoenix to LAX.
Southwest. Bargain basement
lure of “Stay Close! Come.
Come close. Here. With me.”
Phone rings in the
used-to-be-my-Hollywood-
apartment. He had fallen.
Asleep. Wasn’t on his way.
Yet, to the airport.
I waited. A pink and
white floral jumpsuit,
watching a parade of
taxis and shuttles for
people who hadn’t fallen
asleep. Who had arrived
on time.
Now, decades later. Different.
Stewed tomatoes replaced
jumpsuits and celery urban
apartments are swept clean.
No more blonde hair, no more
company cars, no more waiting.
Closeness is avoided.
“Stay away! Go!
Go away. Go. From me.”
The yellow arrow had spoken.
Too late.