The gift

The Gift

You have lit a candle
in me,
a tiny flame that shimmers
and though no one else sees it,
inside, I shine.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer



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There Should Be

There should be a term

For that triangle of skirt

Revealed between coat openings

When you’re seated.

There should be a name

For the bird that lags behind

The rest of the flock

On cloud-filled fall days.

There should be a word

For the feeling in my stomach

As I wait on your front porch

For the door to open.

There should be something

That properly describes

The weight of your hand in mine. 

blended

the moment

i saw you

my love,

it was as if

i

had never seen

another woman

in all

of all women

blended

into one blur

and slipped

quietly

out the back door

of my memory.

when you

kissed me,

i swear

i

had never felt

another’s lips

before,

nor would

i

ever again. 

tyler knott gregson

Plugged In

I spend a lot of time reading blogs, following tumblrs, checking in on flipboard, perusing the well-curated style files, fashion must-haves, design trends…pinterest, pocket, cool-hunter…all full of posts titled "must Have" or "Currently Coveting".  Olivia Palermo has lots of advice for me.  But the mountains of shiny things that I simply cannot do with out are starting to feel like a burden I cannot bear.  I search through the blogs to find the best and repost on my Facebook, use so you will think I am cool, how does she find all these cool things? you ask? then repost, giving me a credit, so my coolness spreads to your friends, then their friends, and so on, and so on, and so on…I decided to live a minimalist lifestyle, attempt a zero waste or at least small amount of waste home, but pinterest has become virtual hoarding…my list of saved items on my reading list is over 60 pages long, waiting to be pinned, so that I can share them with my followers, who can repin as proof that I find the greatest stuff.  But how does all this beautiful stuff serve me?  Why on earth do I spend so much time looking at homes and dresses and making lists f things that I will someday wish to own?  Isn't the point to love what you have, and live free from all this crap? I am about to move into a house much larger than the one I occupy now.  In order to fill its many rooms I will need to buy a new bed, and other bedroom furniture, a new sectional sofa, and other living room furniture, and that is just the beginning.  I have created an entire pinboard for this house, with ideas on how to fill it up.  Part of the reason we are moving is so that LIFE can fill us up, instead of us filling up our lives with crap. If I fail to look through my blogs every day, they pile up like the DVR.  It takes hours to go through them all, and most of the time I just click them all as read and move on.  There is that tiny moment in which I fear I am missing something, that some amazing idea will vanish into the "no new Posts" department, but of course if I click over to Pinterest, there it will be, since I follow everyone's Facebook, tumblr, instagram, interest account….

a friend recently visited who had no idea what a meme was, had never seen Texts from Hillary, had not hear of Flipboard, in fact barely used the web…yet she was well dressed, and is, in fact, working as a graphic and interior designer.  She seemed genuinely happy with herself and her surroundings.

the more I do this, the less I like my life.  The more I poke around in other people's houses, other people's closets, the less I have, the less I like that which I do have…and for what.  We covet what we see every day…

It has to stop.  The madness has to stop.  Seceretly I want to abandon it all, Facebook, tumblr, all of it…walk away and live the actual life, not the virtual one…but my fear of separation, of isolation…the thing that was once supposed to help me, has trapped me.  I am obliged to find these great things…to be more than I am, to present an image…for the grand pr machine.

Coming home

I am thinking of you, making your way home to me, miles and miles to travel, things to carry, connections to make, greetings, good byes, check in's, hours to pass, time to kill. I am waiting, always waiting, heart in my throat, in the pause, in the moment, in the hope. I am making myself ready, tidying the house, watching the clock. An expanse of time reaching out in front of me, wanting to contract the time away, expand the time together. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long....so I am reaching out through the miles, and the hours, from here to wherever you are, extending my hand to hold yours, all the way home. Come home to me my love, I am here, waiting...



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A few inspirational Quotes

"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive." Howard Thurman

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” - e. e. Cummings

"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers." M. Scott Peck

Life is not the way it's supposed to be, it's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference. Virginia Satir