The girl who was once from NYC unintentionally transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside nearly three decades ago. Teacher, singer, writer, photog. Dancer along the path through the dark.
~May words and music and laughter light the way to kindred spirits, kind of heart~
Also a Mommy. That's the most important thing that's happened along the way, but not what this blog will be about.
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Write a little bit to say I love you
to carve perfection from the nothing in the air of words and stars
and strings that tug your heart
and keep your misty memories
the warmth of all of that like the shadows that play on sun drenched rocks
shade and bright
the day and night
that plays you in my arms
mornings that slowly awake
with the sweet little sounds
I unfold bit by bit
look not too far ahead
but just peek at the length
settle into routine
all the rituals done
thinking this is my life
(but last night I had dreams where I laid on the ground
and I thought about you far away
I wore cotton and boots
and i stared at the sky
in my dusty bright nowhere
someone there by my side
…feeling this is my life)
You always find what you were looking for when you’re not looking for it. Most of the time it’s that missing sock, or the salt grinder that’s reusable and already filled with pink Himalayan salt to match the pink Himalayan salt you bought thinking you had a reusable salt grinder a few weeks ago (annnnd you didn’t). But rarely is it the things you feel a need for deep in your soul.
Tonight I’m sad I hurt my hand so badly last weekend, some irreparable damage it appears, and have had to put some parts of my life so important to me, on hold for the time being. And I’m beyond sad that my cat died. And maybe because of all of that I am sad about the loss of my marriage tonight. I see all the reasons why we never worked. But I am still sad for the loss of the parts that did. I am looking for peace but having a hard time finding it. Tonight.