As I sit here holding hands with Mom –
It’s hard to tell where her hand
ends and my hand begins.
That special connection that exists
between a mother and daughter –
how do you begin to explain it?
I realize our clasped hands say everything…
About Me
Pain Stopped Me in My Tracks
Yesterday, pain stopped me in my tracks.
What began as a mild, but bearable pain
built into throbbing unbearable agony.
The muscle that runs from my head
down through my neck and into my shoulder
pulsed with pain that wouldn’t allow me
to lift or turn my head, or to sit up when
I was lying down. I was miserable when awake,
but couldn’t sleep. The pain stabbed like
a hot poker. I couldn’t drive, nor hardly ride
in a car. What was this monster that entered my
body? A beast that burned its way from my head
down to my shoulder. When a body that lives with
chronic pain – sobs at a new attacker, you know it’s a brute.
Heat helped, but only when I could find a way to remain static –
any movement brought renewed tears. The doctor says I have
somehow damaged the muscle that runs from my head to my
shoulder and it must calm down! I must give it time to heal.
So, he prescribed magic medicine to tame the brutal beast.
I certainly want it, at the very least, to calm down. I really want
to forget that this pain ever existed. With any luck, I shall.
Living in a Dream World
Living in a dream world all my own.
Thoughts simmering in my mind –
rarely hesitating, sometimes hurrying,
other times rambling, but always seeking
my fantasy world – I can do what I want,
say what I want, love who I want.
There is no pain, no drama, I’m alone when I wish,
have companionship when I want, laughter when
I need it, tears when my soul needs cleansing, I’m
loved beyond measure, and peace fills my heart and soul.
Beauty surrounds me: flowing rivers, elegant trees,
many hued flowers, colors of the rainbow, satisfying smells,
fabulous art, soft skin, great books, good conversation,
time to write, and fantastic food to eat. I sleep when I want,
wake when I wish, and suit myself most all the time.
Power of Music
🎶 Music – one of the most powerful forces in the world.
Its beauty floods my soul with joy, but –
can move me to tears with incredible power –
It forces me to look at the world from other points of view, and –
tells stories of life and heartbreak – touching the deepest parts of me –
Its power and allure give me goosebumps, and sometimes –
It demands that I move; I just can’t stay still –
waltzing, sliding, and whirling its way into my body and soul –
rocking me to my very core – I adore the spell it casts over me –
Music, one of the most powerful forces in the world. 🎶
The Enchantment of Evening
The world slows down to welcome evening –
sunlight no longer makes it all the way to the ground,
but, rather suffuses tree tops in their leafy luster.
Air sheds its harsh heat in layers and becomes cooler by degree,
while the song of wood thrush fills the air with melody
that makes my heart happy. My second favorite time of day.
Quicksand
Teaching is like quicksand –
However adamantly I try to stand my ground –
to protect my time
to protect my heart
to stay caught up
I put one toe in and I’m instantly pulled under –
too many meetings
too many demands
too many kids to worry about
And, absolutely never ever enough…
Before I know it, I’m in way over my head…
The Bittersweet End of Summer
As summer ends I always have mixed feelings.
I feel happy – I get to see kids again, yet I feel anxious, am I up to the challenges of working with a new group of students? How long will it take me to learn all those new names?
I feel sad – my time will no longer be my own – I’ve gotten used to reading, writing, and going about my business on my own schedule.
I feel happy – I’ll get to see my work family again – we’ll laugh and cry together – we’ll nurture a new group of kids and help prepare them for high school.
I feel sad – I’ll be exhausted each and everyday – no time and no energy to do many of the things I want to do.
I feel happy – my life will have structure – I’m not real structured on my own…
A bit of bitter and a big splash of sweet – and summer comes to its inevitable conclusion – dragging me with it.
Her Thoughts
Her thoughts – a tangled web weaving through her mind –
Climbing ladders, sliding along invisible rails, leading her to places
She didn’t know existed – exquisite places of great beauty.
She cloaks herself in gossamer raiments for the journey.
Each Season Changes Me
Each season changes me –
In Spring – fresh greens and new life, make me feel so alive and hopeful. Flowers colors of the rainbow fill my soul with joy.
In Summer – freedom and extra time, make me feel like I can fit in all that I need and want to do. I can bask in glorious heat on my skin and feed my soul with words.
Fall – true pigments of leaves show, and I’m filled with all the joy of the brilliant blue fall sky. Crisp, clean air invigorates and pulses down to the core of my being.
Winter – pulls me inside myself and makes me more introspective. Too few hours of daylight find me traveling to and from work in darkness. I begin to feel I need something more – more of what I can’t be sure. If I were an animal, I’m sure I would hibernate.
There is beauty in every season, if you take time to find it. There is beauty in you in every season. You may not know exactly where to look, but the search is worth it in the end. Find it if you can.
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