Tuesday, November 23, 2010

She is...

In another life, her name was Hope
She is the passion of the piano and the simplicity of a woodwind in a movement of nature's "inspiration" symphony
She is shades of green - the spark of fire in emerald, the tranquility and mystery of forest, the playfulness of sea foam, and the depths of Jade.
She has walked the paths of the Romans, her voice joining with the echoes captured in marble and stone
She is the daughter of Bastet, nurturing, creating, loving, and pregnant with inspiration and imagination; She shares her life with Artemis and nature aplenty
She looks fear and challenge straight on, and smiles... a hint of a sparkle playing in the depth of brown eyes
She has flown amidst the stars, gathered around the Seanchai, been enchanted by the Cliffs of Moher, And has forged her own path finding treasures along the way
Her steps have echoed through time, clicked in the White House, padded through the Pentagon, whispered down forest paths softened with pine needles and leaves, crunched the crystals of snow, tickled the desert sands, and danced along the waters edge flirting with the waves.
She is the sensual side of the unexpected and the playful side of consistent; The woman who treasures you, supports, you, and finds the kid inside ready to laugh and play
She is friend, lover, companion, partner, confidante, mother; She is the devil’s advocate, the pragmatist, the believer in dreams, the risk taker, and the safe harbor; the haven in which one is home and accepted and loved regardless
She is the summer’s juiciest peach and Thailand’s hottest chili
She understands the power of words; as sword, as salve, as banter, as inspiration, as seduction
The natural and the unspoken, she appreciates silence – the whisper of the wind through the leaves, and the soft timber of the falling rain
She sees with heart and soul over eyes and embraces with body and mind
Words flowing from page to page, she is a mystery who is a work in progress, the chapters yet to be written
The world is her classroom; its people her teacher; and she lives to learn what is offered
She is curves and waves and the elegance of line and form
She is the woman once known as Hope

It is Week  21 at One Shot Wednesday.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 19, 2010

My Home

Home isn’t where I hang my hat
Or where my shoes land at night.
It isn’t where I rest my head
Or greet the morning – gray or bright.

Home is where my heart lies
Where my soul feels content.
Where I am, that is home
Hotel, house, boat, or tent.

It's another 6 Word Friday!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Two for This One Shot Wednesday

Soles with Soul
Strewn across the floor
exactly as they landed
breathing a sigh of relief
sagging in relaxation

Fatigue gathers around seams
Tongues droop where once they stood alert
Previously eager and ready for the road

Wear and tear
love and partnership
life shared exploring and discovering

Colors once bright
now faded
Sun, rain
dirt paths, cobblestone streets
rock walls, ship decks
unforgiving pavement

When the parting comes,
It will be one determined by necessity
Over a function of physical growth or lack of use.


From the Front of the Fridge
I have a little feline friend.
His hair is sleek and wild.
He is always scratching and purring.
A beautiful wonderful cunning companion.
-An Exceptional 10 year old

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Friday, November 12, 2010


In nature
Night skies, bright stars

Sun, rain
Plentiful colors, simple beauty.

In People
Real Life super heroes

Aging, youth
Thoughts spoken, illustrated, shared.

In life
Out of the blue.

Nature, People, Life – Inspiration offered generously.

It’s always inspiring on 6 Word Friday!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Early Morning Experience

Sun pours through the window
Lights hum
Brewing coffee mixes with cafeteria cooking
A man gives English instruction
Pointing out the complications of grammar.
His voice soothes
My daughter does puzzles
Squinting in the sun’s light
Elbow propped on the table
I wait
Relaxing into the chair and the moment.
Jarred awake
Her voice blasts through the room
Laughter rattling my nerves
Volume and tone casting shadows
Other sounds fading into nothing
As quickly as she came
She departed
Leaving softness in her wake.

It’s another One Shot Wednesday!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Change Found

Searching pockets
Rummaging drawers
Moving cushions

Pennies here
Dimes there
Quarters to spare

Broken 20’s
Single bills are found

Hurrah Hurrah
Enough change
Pizza Day!

It is Pizza Friday at my daughter’s school
And it is “Change” day at 6 word Fridays!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Hug Desired Yet Unwelcome

He stands

Holding himself tightly
Uncertain, defensive
Gauging my actions.

Hungry for affection
Unwilling to accept
Grateful, yet regretful of my inaction.

Hug him I could
Umbrella  him for a moment
Grace  I could give.

Hold him as a friend
Unwelcome though my touch
Give compassion.


Got to love it!!