unpublished love 2

that first night I slept and you couldn’t that is where the separation started the faint blue ember of the curtains  showing the street lights below comforted me in a sad sort of way Rome again and I could not protect her from the grips even though she lay beside me the one I loved…

unpublished love

unpublished love comes to me like a cloudy vision that sounds like distant church bells* that wake me from sleep unpublished love is why i toss and turn because it whispers my name and then vanishes unpublished love lights the night sky with the brightest stars to remind us unpublished love waits for me at…

as i learn to walk again

at a pivotal age i learned that life ends and begins around me a pet deer a dead father tadpoles in the pool kidnappers behind the swing i begged for lighting rods ant bait and code words to protect me from my own mind i have experience with the dark night and the sun will…

resilience

  dirty windows look upon a cottage from my dining room i keep a careful watch over bedroom curtains then i can see flickering lights if she wrestles with the night while i am awake writing silly poems about love as each day passes it will be harder to drive away the maturation process the…

for the innocent

the full moon eclipsed by a cloudy night finds its way to my core where moments are treasured like lucky pennies to be given away in dreams where the wind blows impressions of a softness on a difficult day to remind me that Spring returns where meditations trace my beginnings to a river, diverged that…

A Plane Crash, a Needlework Sampler, and a Painting

This is a tale of ancestors, angels, and spirit guides. This tale is  about the manifestation of whatever lies on the other side into physical form in my world. Connecting the events is tricky. Let me introduce my mother, Artis Ann and her Papa. Artis Ann was Papa’s only child. This photograph was taken before he…

Forgiveness: A Personal How-To

(San Marcos River at Scull Crossing)   God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference When it was the hardest to forgive others or myself, when it was the hardest to see my hand in every…

For the Love of Shoes

I have said that I love shoes, as recently as this week. I always joke with my students that I like their shoes and ask if we can trade. They always say no, until I asked Derek. He said yes, and he was serious. I kicked off my shoes and he his. They were a…

Lead With Love, Always

At an early age, I was taught to consider other points-of-view and was always encouraged to share ideas or questions. I owe my love, compassion, and empathy to my mother’s life and my father’s death. Through my father’s death I was forced to learn of the cruel, hard pain that stabs without warning, the kind…

Validation Comes From Within

Validation comes from within. That is a recurring theme as I have had many external reminders. I’ve been living in a beautiful paradox. There are no referees in Paradox. There are only signs – contradictory of course. These signs remind you that at every turn you MUST live in the present moment. Dream in the…

Baseball’s Not Just a Game. It’s a Wildcard.

It’s not just a baseball game. It’s a wildcard, and sometimes I love wildcards. But today I definitely don’t. Wildcard games mean you can’t make many mistakes if you want to win. All the baseball players that I have loved did not play wildcard games. Baseball is a pillar of my family. And the Yankees…

LESSONS ONLY A MOTHER CAN TEACH

Tangible gifts are not what constitutes true giving. True giving is something that can only be gleaned from an expert.  Only experts of true giving understand intent.  Research says that to be an expert you have to work for ten years or ten thousand hours in the area you desire to know intimately. My teacher…