It’s raining again
The Scientist Come up to meet you Tell you I’m sorry You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let’s go back to the start …
A Gift from the Universe
I was given one today. As we try to/prepare to/hope to move to Oregon (when this house sells) I’ve had things on my mind that give me pause. I am estranged from my family. Â This has happened several times through out my life. I’m not sure this one will be …
Can’t talk about it
Sometimes you just let someone else’s music speak for you. (Thank you Abney Park) Why do the things we love Torture us more than the things The things we can do without? I can’t do without The things that you do to me But why d’you do the …
A teen but not like that
You know what is needed? Clothes for young girls…tweens and teens, who are tall but are NOT juniors. They are NOT 16, or 17. They don’t need spaghetti straps and low cut tank tops and up your butt shorts. They need a slightly more grown up version of size 14-16 …
PushMe PullYou
And so we may be here for another ..year? More? The start to the process didn’t go well so we are looking at all our options. I do know I am winding down what I can learn at my present position and likely need to look for something more challenging . Part …
Sweet Bean you are 13
At some point this week our wonderful girl is going to turn 13. 13. I never understood when grownups said that time actually moves so fast since the time between 2:45 and 3:00 pm seemed to take hours. Â But looking through her baby pictures and home movies I feel like …
Want, wish, make
Hey aren’t you supposed to keep your wishes secret or they won’t come true? No matter, I have a few and I’ll think of this as manifesting instead. And asking the universe and/or the powers that be to send some of these good things my way (all the while working …
lucky rocketship underpants
April Moon, Day 14. When I started thinking about this one, I felt like I couldn’t do it. Somedays, as Calvin said to Hobbes, even my lucky rocketship underpants don’t help. The last few years have been hard. I keep a good face in public but that is about as far …
A fight for breath, an ache for home
April Moon, Day 13 Oh so many things… I wonder if I will ever be done with this moving process. I started early to make it easier on every one and myself–just to do a little each day. But that means I’ve been working on this for 8 months.That’s a …
Once each day
Oh that’s an easy one… When I pick up Em from school. I love to see her smile as she walks out the door. I like to see the sweet loping walk she has, all arms and legs and hair in her face. It’s like the sun comes out from …
Seal up your lips and give no words but mum.
Well that’s kind of an ironic topic for me. I’ve been keeping a journal online since the 90s. Not all of it is still up, and some is locked behind passwords . I was a confessional poet when I was a poet and I’m more than a bit of a …
Barely boiling water
April Moon, Day 10 Ah the kitchen, center of the home, place of sustenance and creativity. It wasn’t always that way. My Dad liked to cook I think. My mother hated it. I didn’t know how. When I moved out I could barely boil water. Several lovely men taught me …
Short Sharp Shock
April Moon Day 9 Well that’s interesting. I was diagnosed with PTSD in the 90s. When I don’t have more than normal stress I can manage pretty well. Phones ringing can still make me jump. I’m not good with sudden sharp noises but when things are good my heart doesn’t …
cats, cups, shoes
April Moon, Day 8 cats…But I swear to god I’m not a cat hoarder! I was trying to find a good flickr embed plugin, but haven’t yet….so here are those cats! I also like funny coffee mugs. Geeky and with cats! And commemorative glassware! Surprised? And shoes. Â Boots and converse …
Once more with feeling
April Moon Day 7 I’m working my way out from under a serious load–of a reoccurrence of the PTSD…or (and I hate this word) a triggering of it..or however you put that. Many months of painting and improving and packing and slowly taking our leave. 2 years of estrangements. Some …