Friday

I'm paying bills this morning.

How uninspiring!

I decided to head over to my photo files

to find something to play with.

Look what I found!

Yum!

Now I'm hungry.

Have a delicious weekend!

Pondering the Struggle

Early morning.

Lying in bed with my love.

The birds wake, stretch, sing.

Earth quenching rain pouring down.

Trees dancing in the breeze as their thirst is met by the clouds.

Pondering the magic of life.

I am happy.

Sadness spontaneously washes over.

Life is beautifully amazing

yet such a struggle.

There is so much struggle.

When we get wrapped up in survival,

we don't really live.

Back I fall again.

Back into the moment.

My head rises with every breath of my husband's chest.

His heart beats strong and loud.

The birds are still singing,

trees dancing,

rain quenching.

Once again I am happy.

I am present.

I am alive.

I live.

Take time to live in the moment.

(Key word, live.)

Bath

Sliding into warm moisture

body transformed to weightlessness

the magic of imagination begins.

Floating free

mind meanders

feelings of childlike wonder emerge.

Underwater world

sounds muffled yet magnified

toying with memories pulled from afar.

Swoosh swoosh boom boom

sound of the womb

sound of my own heart beating.

Lying, loving

warm and safe

world transformed to water

Time stops

transformation begins

entering a state of tranquility.

Roll over face under

holding breath long and hard

feeling at peace with the world.

Lungs grow tight longing for air

last minute breath

a sigh of relief.

Flip flop

splish splash

safe and serene.

Eyes closed

mind open

wandering near and far.

Study within

learning to live

with what's without.

Time moves

water cools

drain pressure released.

Lie still with waters release

lowering levels tickles my sides

weighted body remains.

Bittersweet release of solitude

as I step out of the tub

and prepare to greet the world once again.

Growing Pains

Looking across my brown, dead, dry, drought stricken lawn, I spotted this beauty basking in the sun.
I dare you to call it a weed! I see a glorious flower! An opportunist! A survivor! Alive!

Growing can be uncomfortable.

Nothing fits quite right.

Intrusive growing pains.

Feeling awkward.

Not sure what to expect.

Emotions all over the map.

Saying goodbye to the old and hello to the new.

Learning to accept the new you while saying goodbye to the old.

I see my children going growing through change all the time.

They are growing up.

It is my job to be there for them.

Support them. Embrace them.

Teach them to accept and love themselves every step of the way.

I now see myself growing through change as well.

Spiritually and mentally.

I am learning it is my job to be there for myself as well.

To accept and love myself every step of the way.

Sometimes it feels awkward, uncomfortable, even hard.

Change is hard. Change is scary.

Sometimes it is absolutely necessary.

As I tear off the old ragged layers and snuggle into the new

I am finding comfort and beauty and happiness.

Lots of growing pains going on at my house.

With each new stretch of growth comes glory.

Dry

DRY

Dry

dry

It is so blessed dry!

I have lived in the midwest for most of my life

and have never witnessed this kind of dry.

It feels scary to me.

It is not life sustaining.

Trees are dying.

Critters are lacking.

Fires are starting.

My pen well seems to have dried up with the weather.

I have not been blogging.

I have not been creating.

I have not been doing much of anything.
I fear I have been withering with the leaves.

Dry

It's dry.

Too dry to blink an eye.

Remember the poem "rain rain go away, come again another day".

Let today be that day!