4 days 3 nights...3~
William Shakespeare once said:
"When i saw you i fell in love & you smiled because you knew."
nine years later...he still smiles
i think he must know
4 days 3 nights...2~
watching the world go by
Cesare Pavese once said:
"We do not remember days...We remember moments."
4 days 3 nights~
because sometimes
just sometimes
we need to escape
"sometimes we all need to escape from our normal day to day...to breathe a little deeper...to sigh a little longer...to savor time together...to live in the beauty of life"
and so it rained~
first comes love
then comes baby
the comes marriage and a life living together
far from traditional he and i
not some perfect story told
kind of a wild love affair
for us
it fits
and i couldn't imagine it any other way
nine years ago
the sun rose
making way for clear skies
easing the minds of all
there was much still to be done
as this was an outdoor affair
it held tight till the moment my father said
"it's time"
as we walked down the stairs
the skies had turned gray
and the rain decided it was time to fall
we looked at each other and he said
"should we call it off"
i looked at him and said
"no dad, i am not going to melt"
my brother came running up and scurrying about
"hang tight"
he said
"let me at~least find you an umbrella"
in a flash he was gone a reappeared with a delicate pink floral umbrella
linked through our arms
one on each side
and an umbrella in hand
we began our long walk down to the isle where he had been waiting
on so it is
we were married this day
nine years passing
through winds and rain and thunderous storms
we have cleared the skies
washed away the debris
choosing to move forward each and every day
nine years passing
there has been love like no other
there has been laughter and play
there has been memories created
and moments that will forever remain
highlighting our day to day
nine years passing
ninety~nine more to come
serendipity~
life is not black and white
there are mass areas of gray shaded throughout
hues that deepen
saturating our minds
i hold tight to a memory
gripping the moment
so as to never let it slip through time as it passes
becoming a faint lingering thought of once was
i can see it
i can feel it
i often visit this day throughout the years
re~living that very minute when it all came to be
fifteen years later
it is still crystal clear
Punam once said:
"Love uses Serendipity as a pretext to find it's other half."
one hell of a man~
there are not many
that i look up to in this world
a handful to say the least
but there is one who sticks out indeed
we have had our moments through the years
the joyous relationship of a father and daughter
the ebb and flow cycles of growing each year
the good with the bad
the happy with the sad
fortunate am i to have such a soul
to carry me through
and continually guide me
throughout my day to day
fortunate for we
to have such a father
grandfather
brother...uncle...husband...and more
he is a light in this world that shines ever so bright
a gift to each
there is a certain manner about him
that touches the hearts of all who's near
wishing you the happiest of happy birthdays this year
you are one hell of a father
and
one hell of a man
Clarence B. Kelland once said:
"My Father Didn't Tell Me How To Live; He Lived, And Let Me Watch Him Do It."
13...twenty~two
pushing our limit
when we bought our home, we were told we'd be lucky if we got one more year with our roof and well we pushed our limits way to long, almost nine years of passing, putting it off, until now
13...22
settling on a black and gray
cringing as we handed over the cash
relief though in knowing its complete
peace of mind
accomplishing the to~do's
pondering colors for our exterior
shelf building
wood burning
aching mouth
nagging pain
dentist visit once more
being hopeful
it has to come to an end
let me tell ya, scheduling a dentist appointment to have work done on the same day as having your roof stripped down and re~done...yet again...not one of my smartest moves...
there was no rest for the weary
the last apple blossom~
sitting daintly upon this tree
remains the last apple blossom of spring
a white symbol of red to come
since there has been a whole lot of sitting
i have been wandering down recipe lane
my mind has been racing towards the days of fall
wanting ever so much
homemade apple jelly
note to self...something i am want to make
13...twenty~one
if i had known
the money in store and pain at hand
surely i would have taken better care of my teeth
and made them more of a priority
13...twenty~one
a root canal
a tooth removed
swollen cheeks
numb right side
excruciating pain is the aftermath
sister to the rescue
a night nurse to add
pain pills that did not dull the pain
luke warm tea just wasn't quite so
5 days later those pills still at hand
exhausted
frustrated
not having fun right now
have a follow up on friday because i am still numb on my right side...i do hope this fades away and as for the pain...i tried today to go without the pain pills and oh my goodness was not one of my smartest moments
so very soon~
towards the end of february
my grandfather begins to ring
wanting to know if we've got our seeds
and if they've been sowed
our seeds have been sowed
good...good he replies
and in the days that come thereafter
the phone rings with a new kind of sound
have they sprouted
why yes...yes they have
which leads to the daily check in's of
how are they doing
or how high today
a simple little thing
a connection that continues on
the sowing of seeds, the sprouting and growth that happens all in good time
to the sweetest of grandfathers and peas to add
impossible bird...firefly~
my spirit is soaring from the sounds heard below
kicking myself for making our anniversary plans a week later than usual...could have been able to hear them while celebrating our weekend away...luckily they are playing an abundance of local shows and as for me...well i plan on attending at least one!
Berthold Auerbach once said:
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everday life."
13...eighteen & the weeks of thee~
re~surfacing in the midst of spring
when this year started i was exhaling deeply knowing there were no major plans coming
that our days would flow...come as they should...and commitments would not hold us back or tie us down
yet life has a sly way of slipping itself sneakily in
and filling the voids and all to soon the days are marked and much is to be done
...three weeks left behind of no writing...
13...eighteen
rising before mr. sun
early morning hour adventure
piping hot coffee in hand
a long quiet drive for two
a vacant beach awaits
the only steps to be seen are ours
footprints remaining for those to follow
silence in the waters
sounds of the gulls
he and i walking
beach combing
treasure hunting
a pleasureful day
with many thanks to one sister, who chose to stay behind with our littles and sleep a little longer, my love and i were able to embark on a plentiful morning of hours together alone before joining our family for the rest of the day
Someone once said:
"Our time together is never quite enough"
13...nineteen
panic stricken
hungry hungry chickens
plants disappearing
patience
compassion
understanding
accepting that i need not share everything
realizing they would be alright with the separation i created
fence making
garden plotting once more
hours and hours of digging and digging
committing to more than i could chew
yet executing and holding up to my word
life with chickens lacks anything dull...we have allowed them to free range and wander about to their liking...at first this was not any thing that would cause us concern but adding six more babies to the mix...maybe the breeds...maybe just maybe there is no real explanation...this past year the girls appetites tremendously increased and their desires of plants and flowers grew in an abundance...they have eaten through my back yard...again and again i planted and they ate...till i finally threw my hands up and sat down in the grass...i watched them graze about...looking around and realizing it would not be unjust if i ran a fence along my garden...they would not be losing any real space...just the extra tasties the have developed a palate for...i realized that just as my littles have special things as do we that i have never forced them to share that it was then that it hit me that this is my special place...my one thing that i am no longer willing to share and that there was no ever loving reason as to why i should have to share...so it was then that i stood and called to my boys and the building began...and oh those poor girls grew frustrated and stirred up quite a tizzy...pacing back and forth back and forth...i kept looking at them and saying to myself...it is ok...and you know what by the very next morning it was as if that chicken wire line had always been.
so me...i have my garden back and the girls
well they reign the rest of our yard.
THIS EQUALS
one happy mama
8 happy girls
and a rooster too
Leonard Nimoy once said:
"The more we share, The more we have."
what he forgot to add was...
unless. you. have. chickens
13...twenty
the coming and going of lilacs
discovering they are not only wondrous to smell but taste as well
being honored and celebrated
as well as being thankful to honor and celebrate
a hand crafted bit from thee
showered with flowers from three
patience tested
strength pulled from deep within
lack there of understanding
needing not explain anymore
choices are each our own
childish manners
wiping my hands clean
sometimes finding the strength to not react is far tougher than anything else...strength to walk away without harsh words or actions...strength in silence...strength to remain peaceful when all you want to do is rage...strength found knowing you will adhere to that of yourself and not that of another
Anne Lamott once said:
"If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better."
words that may have us all thinking twice about our own behavior
13...sixteen~
when the past lay dormant
and the memories are kept safely tucked away
when the door opens
and the past presents itself in unexpected ways
and all that was left hidden flows freely as if it always had been
years and years
have passed on by
yet the time in between
that kept them apart
never seized the childhood friendship that was
life unfolds just as it should...people come and go day after day...some stay for a short period while others linger through out our lives...each holding a touchstone..a reason for their existence with an explanation we may never know...
13...sixteen
a full moon rose
a stray black cat
warmth filling our days
reminiscing of summer ways
a gate building project
a connection once lost
a friendship found
a sense of completeness
a life puzzle put together after missing a piece
hours passing
wanting time to pause
so much to say
yet left satisfied with words that were spoken
Elise Broach once said:
"A great friendship was like a great piece of art, he thought. It took time and attention, and a spark of something that was impossible to describe. It was a happy, lucky accident, finding some kindred part of yourself in a total stranger."
blossom...
some say
the seeds we sow need to be tended for
carefully watched over...nurtured & loved
so therefor we do...
and yet sometimes
i think we forget about ourselves
not remembering that we too need that same careful affection that we give elsewhere
Goethe once said:
"Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least."
sweet saturday...
a few weeks back
we celebrated our {belated} birthdays together
one day together
ALONE
a morning of breakfast...coffee...walking the streets
glass blowing at it's finest
life could not have been any sweeter
...stay tuned for the aftermath...
13...fifteen~
missed fortune found
funny how you forget about things and then for some strange reason it becomes apparent where they were placed..your memory returns and you are able to recollect your once out of sorts thought and go to the exact place where they resided
13...fifteen
has most definitely felt out.of.sorts
mis~placed
mis~matched
mis~communicated
mis~understood
unpredictable
dashing in and out
chasing and capturing raindrops
hearing childrens laughter sparked from the pelting of hail
{they say dance in the rain...well our danced in the hail}
finding old forgotten projects
not remembering the reasons as to WHY
lavender and lupine lingering in my mind
as for these pennies...shaking head...they have been sitting for at least a year or two...honestly could not tell ya what was going to happen to them...but what i can say is i do remember we were attempting create a patina...am thinking it involved vinegar but alas i am at a true loss for the process and purpose...
maybe today you will find missed fortune in a forgotten place
i will wait with you...
quietly as the sun begins to rise
sometimes those who do not speak share the greatest wisdom
here and gone...
the moment i realized they were here
was the moment i realized they were almost all gone
life moments...1~
because sometimes life with two boys and a husband needs to be documented...
Life Moment...1
when you have to go to the bathroom so badly you go in without turning the lights on sit down and find yourself falling into the toilet...no matter how many times i have done this...i know there will still be many more...some lessons i guess i will never learn...just when i think i am safe...alas the dam toilet strikes again..sigh
wondering
why it so hard for boys to remember to put the toilet seat down
BUT
then i stumbled upon a little comic that had a man lifting the seat and yelling to his wife
"why can't you remember to lift the seat when you are done"
13...times 2~
13...thirteen
where the days are going is besides me
life has not been like this window
far from remaining still through winds and rain
13
winds
rain
glimpses of sun
chilly wind bites
plant eating chickens
flowers diminishing
sugar highs
frustrating lows
tow truck calling
one vehicle bites the dust
seeking
searching
coming up empty handed
Hillary Clinton once said:
"I think that if you live long enough, you realize that so much of what happens in life is out of your control, but how you respond to it is in your control."
13...fourteen
life has continued to move
not quite sure if it has been forward or backwards
steps that feel as if they are taking me to a place where i have traveled before
13
results that brings forth a sense of peace
appointments appointments appointments
head pounding
needing more
yet wanting less
stranded
car~less for days and more days to come
taking in hand... life is what you make of it
what is important
content with what is in front of me
accepting limits
liable for only so much
wondering where the calmness went
Greg Lake once said: