I try to stretch into my life, to catch a ride on a cloud, smooch a child, digest a delicious meal, lengthen a muscle deeply in a hot room, stroke my husband’s back, taste ice-cold water from a spring, feel my skin, show someone love until it aches in my heart, loan something to a… Continue reading Priorities
Tag: poetry
Yoga Preparations
alarm contacts on weigh myself get dressed in the dark find shoes in the dark grab clean clothes for later go downstairs let the dog out grab a food bar fill my water bottle with ice and water drink some water refill the bottle coat on pack my clothes in my yoga bag get in… Continue reading Yoga Preparations
My Legacy
If I died tomorrow, or even today in a fiery hot car crash and people arrived at my funeral, talked about how I mattered, what would they say? Would they mention how busy I was raising kids and driving carpools? Would they talk about how I made… Continue reading My Legacy
Rebellious Ones
Rebellious ones write poetry that doesn’t rhyme, They ride dark horses through the land of joy and plenty. They re-invent wheels, organize troops , and accomplish the impossible every day. They are visionaries, rebels, convicts, actors, saints, thrill seekers, rabble-rousers, children, and circus performers. At best they test the waters for good and expand the… Continue reading Rebellious Ones
Summer Sun
Beautiful day full of silky hot strands of sunshine in the air Watching my children exploring, making a limbo game from a fallen tree Taking off their shoes to tip-toe into the water Recklessly hanging upside down from the play structure. “Mom, can you take my picture?” they yell. I fill with pleasure just watching… Continue reading Summer Sun
Piggy-back Ride (Emerson, age 7)
Emerson drew this picture and brought it home. I thought it should be on my bookii. It is just great art!