Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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The frenzy has passed …the planning, the emails, cleaning, shopping, cooking. Now I'm just waiting, trying to comprehend that it's actually here … an event I've been looking forward to for months. Now I'm just sitting here, waiting, watching the clock. Tonight some of my favorite songs will be sung right here in my own…
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This human being is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He…
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Music takes me by the hand and leads me places. Most of the time I enjoy the journey but sometimes a song will take me to a place or time I’ve tried to forget. Yesterday morning I settled in at my drums for my one-song-a-day ritual. Earplugs in place, I pushed the button on my…
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… you find the paperwork for your scheduled colonoscopy mixed in with the birthday cards in your mailbox. Oh, man … I really, really dread that test. Well, not so much the test itself as the "preparation" for the test. But I can't very well spout off about eating healthy and exercising if I don't take…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Chores, lists, bills, a book, all waiting for me, starving for attention, calling my name like a bunch of squabbling kids as soon as I step through the door. I ignore them – I'm getting good at that. Actually, I think I've always been good at that. Instead, I call the…
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I knew baby ducks followed their mamas all in a line, but…baby flowers? I took the dog and bird for a walk after work again today; it was just too perfect to go inside. I noticed this flower and its babies, all in a row, and had to run back for my camera…
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
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It's Spring Break. There's no such thing as routine anymore. My drums will gather dust. Lately I've been stealing a few minutes from each morning to bang around on them before leaving for work – just one song a day from my "new to me" Mp3 player, still loaded with my daughter's playlist. Right now…
Long Hollow 