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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dive right in

                 and

see how much can be done

                                           the form might change

but 

creating is the only way

to be

for me

and i read about toxicity 

and nod my head as i agree

and line the projects/one by one

and weigh the time spent with my loves

                                                             to relax and let the journey run

and trust that life will give me time.

other-wordly:

pronunciation | 'hEr-rIth (HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th)submitted by | harry d.submit words | here

other-wordly:

pronunciation | 'hEr-rIth (HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th)
submitted by | harry d.
submit words | here

On my quiet walk to town today to the Farmer’s Market, I found myself reflecting on the words of a good friend from yesterday and the gift of giving my kids a little more of what we had, growing up where and when we did; that sense of independence kids need.

On my quiet walk to town today to the Farmer’s Market, I found myself reflecting on the words of a good friend from yesterday and the gift of giving my kids a little more of what we had, growing up where and when we did; that sense of independence kids need.

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures (via wordsnquotes)

Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums  (via thatkindofwoman)

I WOULD LOVE TO

(via wakingfromsomesortofsleep)

(Source: whyallcaps.us)

If you have to try that hard

if you’re bored so easily by everything

that wouldn’t be a life for me

to always push it to the edge

to have to find for fantasy

that wouldn’t be the life for me

for pure and simple lines in love

the kind that twist upon their own

and find the binding, hot and heavy

just by feelings soft and plenty

warm and tender

open mouths

wrapped in sweetest reverie

This song has been in my head since sometime yesterday evening. Not sure the impetus, but what a great song.

I think what makes me the saddest sometimes is that there wasn’t enough love to keep us together and yet we still make each other laugh, and care about each other, and now we will miss what it’s like to grow old together, having our history to share and remember as we age and change. I envy people I’ve known for years who are still married now 25/35 years or more and they still look at each other and laugh together like they did when they were young kids, dating or newly married. We didn’t get to have that, and that makes me pretty sad. I guess I’ll always think I could have tried harder and then someone will always remind me it takes two.

We can’t talk to each other about it. We have to let the lawyers hash it out. It’s strange to be friendly, slightly warm, yet so distant, somewhat civil, not quite trusting, hoping for closure when there never really is any. Limbo but a river. Divorce is like that. Or I should say, mine is, anyway. 

A matter of fact

a matter of time

too much or too little

to wait but to idle

and let the course cover

the ground that it will

have faith in the embers

have faith in those small moments

try to let easy seep into your bones

try to let simple run straight to your soul.