when spring arrived

the first warm day.

a truly spring day.

the sun bright

casting shadows of birds overhead.

i opened the back door

& stood on the stoop.

face up.

eyes closed.

the rays of the sun

charging my internal solar battery immediately.

i feel the warmth in my bones.

i do a quick shake

as if to let winter roll off me,

one last time.

-when spring arrived

the exquisite pain of parenthood

ah the exquisite pain of parenthood.

the heart overflowing.
the heart ever breaking.

a holy assignment.
a holy terror.

it walks both sides of the line.
it doesn't play favorites.

some begging for the chance.
some begging for an option.

your sunshine.
your darkness.

the freaking air you breathe.

ah, the exquisite pain of parenthood.

the throws of winter

my plants miss the sun
and seem very sad.
and now
i am too.

-crazy plant lady

the audience

the problem is i'm an ENTP.
so when i write,
i write for you and not me.

in the morning

there's nothing quite as romantic
as the opening of a tin
full of tea.

two thousand and eighteen

if i do one thing in the next 365 days, i hope it is to write more.

more ramblings. documenting the sudden thoughts. preserving the moments i don't want to forget.

this space is my journal. my diary. a sacred sharing. and while i hope someone reads something & they can, even for a moment connect, & not feel alone, i maintain the stance that i am writing for me. audience of one.

no fear.

open heart.


xo