She winds the strands of her beaded necklace through delicate fingers. Tilting her head back, she exhales, and points the ember in the direction of the couple yelling at their dog. Continue reading →
Posts Tagged: love
How are you with it not being all about you? When you walk into a room, are you good with blending in, or must you stand out? Do you get uncomfortable if a conversation doesn’t center on your job or your car or your haircut? Continue reading →
Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little?
Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous, because there never seemed to be any rage there at all.
Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying our mothers, for divorcing, or not divorcing our mothers?
And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness?
Shall we forgive them for pushing or leaning, for shutting doors, for speaking through walls, or never speaking, or never being silent?
Do we forgive our fathers in our age or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them, or not saying it?
If we forgive our fathers what is left?- Thomas Builds-the-Fire
from the movie, Smoke Signals
She was too exhausted to untie the bundle. He stood next to her and excitedly pulled at the bow that was wrapped tightly around the four corners of the blanket. His hands were shaking. He fumbled a bit, but the blanket fell open to reveal the most precious gift. He gently placed the baby in her arms. They didn’t notice the green organza bag that fell out of the blanket to the floor. Continue reading →
Stumbling in the dark, hoping to avoid stepping on the cat on my way to making that first cup of coffee in the morning, I do not have the presence of mind to plan on having a happy day. Once I’ve had those first sips and my eyes start to focus, I am not any closer to consciously thinking, “Today is going to be really happy.” Continue reading →
Does he monopolize the conversation? Does he fail to ask of my life? Continue reading →
Thank you for presenting me with the lessons I need. Thanks, also, for your patience while I re-learn a lot of those lessons.
Thank you for knowing how much I can handle, and for not dumping it on me all at once.
Thank you for leaves to rake, fresh air to breathe, snowflakes to anticipate and the change in the seasons.
Thank you for each new quiet morning, the fullness of the day, and the tranquility of night.
Thank you for not taking me too seriously, and for not laughing at me when I do.
Thank you for friends – those who’ve come and gone and left their mark, and those who’ve stayed for the long haul.
Thank you for family and their impact on our lives.
Thank you for giving second, third and fourth chances so that I may continue to try and get it right.
The turning leaves are enhanced by the dusting of white on the river bank. The leaves aren’t frosted in white, and the white bank isn’t covered with amber leaves. Continue reading →