My Heart Speaks Here
- April 02
- I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like!
Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance.
The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are.
I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world.
There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.
MY RECENT POSTS
- A Mother's Morning Meditation
January 08, 2015 07:12PM
November 17, 2014 10:20PM
- To Remember
November 04, 2014 05:24PM
- ZOMBIES! - A Guest Post
written by my older son
October 01, 2014 12:56AM
- Yard and Garden
September 30, 2014 06:21PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I don't know what to
say, but I feel a need to
reach out in some
January 08, 2015 07:45PM
- “I wrote very little in
2014, a needed rest from an
project. Back at the
January 08, 2015 07:15PM
- “Pretty :-)”
September 22, 2014 11:26PM
- “Aw! Thank you for
sharing sweet Julien's smiling
September 21, 2014 09:31PM
- “"There is more going on
in the universe than we
September 16, 2014 10:59PM
Kittens scatter Lego heads, water sloshes in the washing machine, snow slides off the truck’s windshield, and I stare into space, letting quiet be my company.
It’s shattered by boys yelling “Mom!” with requests I needn’t really answer. This balance of daily life, mainta… Read full post »
I forgot to write the yellow leaves
falling from our little tree
(before they were gone)
the frozen tomato plants
now brown and drooping
the cold gray sky through branches
bare and still
We open our windows anyway
to hear the rain and remember
before winter wraps her quiet… Read full post »
Thanks to my older son, on this last day of September's A
to Z Challenge, I'm delighted to share a guest post, written by
“There are zombies down in Scuttle Creek,” an old man told a random guy. “The undead wrecked my minivan, and then they came for me.… Read full post »
Six years ago we moved into our little 925 sq ft house. At the time
we had planned on living in an apartment for a few years, but
what-have-you intervened in the form of a moldy crawl space and an
apartment we couldn't be in without feeling bleaghk.
So here… Read full post »
The word xanthosis, though lacking a pleasant meaning, is pivotal in Akeela and the Bee. We bought it to watch with my mom when she was at the rehab center, during what was to be her last few weeks. There never was a good time, and then she was… Read full post »
I almost lost something valuable between the train tracks and my best friend’s house. It was a spring afternoon in my fifteenth year. For a second, everything went a dull gray, and I was certain I knew too much. As the weight of repetition settled on my shoulders, I… Read full post »
It’s been a stay-at-home, putter-around, bake-brownies,
wear-PJs and finish-reading-my-mystery kind of day. Sunny, not too
hot, not too cool, quiet. Very nice, really.
At 3:00 p.m. our friends came to pick up my older son for a few games of Magic the Gathering and my mother-… Read full post »
Tis the season, for baking and all, and I’ve been getting a yen for brownies. I have two good gluten-free brownie recipes already, but one includes xanthan gum and the other is primarily almond butter, two ingredients I choose to not bake with any more.
Last week I found… Read full post »
I stare out the front window, squatting like a small child or our most peculiar cat, waiting for nothing. If our truck were still in the driveway I might go buy potato chips, just because. If… but we sold the Silverado in April. Our cupboards aren’t bare, but all… Read full post »
The back office was turned into a sewing room when my mother-in-law retired. I remember a wall being removed in the process, so a bedroom must have also been converted. When I joined the family fifteen years ago she was a sophomore English teacher, usually sitting in her recliner… Read full post »
I went to the health food store/café this afternoon for some alone time. Certain creatures had a different idea. No sooner had I pulled out my Kindle and started reading than a busy bee stopped by for a close encounter. I shooed it away and seconds later… Read full post »
Autumn is nearly here. Days are cool, nights are colder, and I’m finally making our house a home for the first time in a year. That’s how long we’ve been back at our old address, the one we thought we were going to put on the market last summer,… Read full post »
I was thinking back to gymnastics summer camp the other day. I remembered working out in the gym, the van ride to the beach afternoons, sand structure contests, making friendship bracelets, sunlight and shadows on the grass and sugar tummy aches, but I have only one memory… Read full post »
Growing up, I thought I’d have to order a Ginsu knife from
the man on TV if I ever wanted to slice a tomato in half so
perfectly I could put the halves together again and no one would
know it wasn’t whole.
I was more inclined to prepare macaroni and… Read full post »
Afternoons are made of sand sculptures,
swimming in the lake and the shivery moments
when a cloud covers the sun
above my wet, sandy body
until the sun’s warm rays return.
I’m eight, nine, ten
and not waiting for anything.
Summer hot sticks… Read full post »
I have arms and legs, fingers and toes
a mouth, two eyes and a sticking out nose
I like ice cream and cookies, laughter and kindness
white roses in bloom and a world without violence
I listen to crickets, cicadas and frogs
my own sweet kitties and neighboring dogs
For my ch… Read full post »
The buddy system, the one teachers use to keep kids from getting lost on field trips, is a good way to go through life. So long as you and your buddies are Helpers, that is.
Life is as exciting, mysterious and full of opportunities for coolness as a great museum… Read full post »
An orchestra of cicada songs and crows’ caws accompany me
past small houses on my bike ride down side streets in our small
Midwest town. I pedal slowly and listen.
I’ve found a cool, breezy spot in the shade for my writing time this afternoon.
Though I hadn’t… Read full post »
Family Time can take on many good shapes. For example, a mother and her two sons walk to the bus stop in the late afternoon, taking turns pulling their red shopping cart, mom sipping coffee—especially enjoyable on a cool sunny day. Once delivered near their destination, the… Read full post »
At the end of the day
if my boys are happy, fed, clean, a bit more knowledgeable and still enjoying each other’s company, if I have been careful to not speak ill of any absent one, and I manage to pen a few creative words
if my evening includes a little… Read full post »
Ten ways my life is Different than 20 years
I’m responsible for the care, feeding and education of two other human beings
I can see who’s calling before I answer the phone
I spend very little time in front of a mirror
I know how to cook more than hotdogs a… Read full post »