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
- Missing Mom & Nesting (A to Z
blog challenge days 13 & 14)
September 16, 2014 08:55PM
- Letter to Another World (A to
Z blog challenge day 12)
September 13, 2014 07:10PM
- Kitchen Knives (A to Z blog
challenge day 11)
September 13, 2014 01:24AM
- July (A to Z blog challenge
September 12, 2014 02:01AM
- I ~ in verse (A to Z blog
challenge day 9)
September 10, 2014 11:56PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “"There is more going on
in the universe than we
- “What zanelle said, word
for word :-)”
September 13, 2014 08:02PM
- “I like this very much. I
took a few years off from
when my kids were
September 01, 2014 09:58PM
- “Being close and knowing
so well many of her struggles,
never thought of my
September 17, 2013 12:42AM
- “A few years ago I tried
to read Walden. I wasn't
post is calming.
August 19, 2013 08:39PM
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 »
I don’t solve the boredom matter for my children, but if the right question is asked, I answer. It’s the storyteller in me.
“Mommy, how did you get your first cat?”
I stare at the upturned face on my lap, his long brown hair on my legs and the kitchen floor where… Read full post »
Women in bikinis on beach towels
tanned on the grass beside an alley fence
I climbed and climbed tall trees
higher than anyone I knew
I was home in those branches
beside Sabrina’s third story apartment
My dad and I, his thin, pale legs
shooting… Read full post »
I’m six. Like almost every other day after school, I’m at the park across the street, sitting in the painted metal train by the swings. Boys line up in front of me, each waiting for a chance to finally beat me at arm wrestling. I know I will keep
In the circle she stands,
arms at her sides,
A quiet lives between her
and everything else,
but only sometimes.
The silence is made of what her mom would have said, when she would have called her with anything new, a series of sentences one… Read full post »
Fifteen years ago, about the time I was, as a single twenty-something woman, finding my authentic voice I wrote, “My name is Heidi Beth. My favorite color is purple and I like green too. I like to sing 'cause it stirs my soul… Read full post »
Could be the angels who sway a tree’s leaves,
reminding us we are together,
the ones we see and the hidden others.
The gift bearers, silent drifters,
anonymous assistance, miracle bringers,
inner stillness singers whispering peace,
the waiters for us to be qu… Read full post »
The grassy lawn, with her little uneven rises and tiny yellow wind-seeded flowers beneath my feet, reminds my calves of being at an age of not knowing much more than to look long at the small flowers growing everywhere over a wandering-way through an everyday place more beautiful than the sidewalk.… Read full post »
When you know your life is your movie
the swaying leaves in two tall trees
next to a mid-summer corn field keep time
with the beautiful music you chose
for this very reflection.
The sunlit scene framed outside
your window is perfect
and all the memories… Read full post »
I tried to make Almond-Butter brownies vegan once before, with sucanat as the sugar. It didn't work out. The sucanat granules were crunchy and the brownies didn't rise as I would have liked. So I gave up the idea. Until today. Just as I began making the standard… Read full post »
I had forgotten how it stays cold for days in Illinois, even when it’s warm. Invisible droplets hang on everything and when it finally rains, each air conditioned haven that is not home is an ice box. If we have two jackets for four people, David and I air dry and… Read full post »
Shortly after my mom passed away, both my husband and (I swear to it) my mom encouraged me to begin publishing my writing. As in, "Stop talking about it and just click Submit already!" So I did. The response has been wonderful! Below is one of the pieces in the For… Read full post »
I open myself to write and a space
spreads out around my being.
It is large enough to turn
my sighs into a whisper and my thoughts
into a gentle rain landing on everything,
no center, nothing to hold onto.
I don’t mind, yet the p… Read full post »
I always see her hands. They are slightly larger but otherwise just like the ones I am using to type this memory. She turns a page of her brown hardcover prayer book, preparing for her turn to pray. A cell phone is perched on one of our legs. We are at… Read full post »
a warm gratitude flows
through my body when I sing to myself
so softly in a crowd and begin to see
in the eyes of passersby
a beauty ever present
seldom loved without cause
loved just because we breathe
the same air
began in the same helpless
impressionable w… Read full post »