The girl who was once from NYC, transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside. Teacher, singer, writer, hippie chick. 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.
facing all with lists to do
not to think too far ahead
find the subtle pieces
framing days like frozen time
let it settle
all before me
so brand new
beside me, resting
close enough for thighs to touch
warm breeze, bare arms, hands
gentle pinky fingers rest
so close, anticipation
Today is the last day of the school year. Nine weeks to get some stuff going and get some stuff done. Before me is a summer of hope. Hope for a secure home. Hope for a continued amicability in my life with the people I am tied to. Hope for the time to just enjoy life and the hope to somehow end up feeling like all is well on all fronts. Maybe that’s a tall order, and I set my expectations high, but I’d like to think that keeping my head pointed forward, looking up and out to better things, maintaining my responsibilities, and seeking light will yield all good things, maybe bring me closer to my dreams.
Happy Friday all.
imagining with soft soft sand beneath my feet
the warm and deep
my soles a footfall on a beach
the sounds of waves and breeze and beats
of hearts so close, and love so sweet
of all a dream inside a dream
like crush and velvet, lips that meet…
methinks I’m off to read. My writing seems a bit slow and I need some peace and easy which can so be found in books. Mellow day. Mellow night. Last week of the school year ahead. Lots to do and then onto a summer of come-what-may as I seek what can be sought, let go of what can’t be had, and live each day as well as I can, keeping company with my kids and friends, and sometimes family. Writing, singing, digging my toes into the sand, riding my bike and running on trails. Swimming as much as I can. The lake days await and the ocean calls my name. And maybe, somewhere along the way some of the other things, those important things that I don’t have, will also come to be, as I steer clear of what helps me not, and stick with all that helps me find and keep my center.
not so tall or long
but each and every inch of sinew, skin, and bone
tingles with excitement when the inspiration comes
to sing, to dance, to write, to walk, to ride
to feel the sunshine on my face
the sand and water, salt and wind
the touch of air
life turns me on so much some days,
in the moment, in anticipation.