Old stories old friends

Sometimes the old stories

Like old friends 

Are the best, the most comfortable

The most relaxing

To come home to. 

surprising source

Sanity and sustaining strength
flowing from grand gifts
and new friends
Family to care for us
at each  bend in the stream
until we arrive to gorgeous dark
and dreamy skies.

Chillin

It's a work day

But...

Really can't complain! 

Selling BBQ in this place 

Is quite the combination 

Of work and not 

life is delicious

Sometimes the most difficult days and seasons
end in the most delicious ways.
Perfect bites and reflections.
New friends and opportunities.

Evening Glow

 The summer is winding down
still hot but the evening cool glow
makes me know that change is in the air.

We have so much to do.
Thank goodness fall energy is
flowing back to me!

I feel more motivated with each
lovely transitional Sunset.

chin up!

Trying hard to not be discouraged.
But also feeling a bit down in the mouth.
Lots to do. and Hopefully some things will break our way soon.
until then. Keeping on!

Swinging

Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.

Sometimes you have to grab a vine and swing from tree to tree.

Sometimes the only way from here to there is by doing something unexpected.

Time to hang on and see where we go to next. 

Dog Days

It's hot.
We are really feeling it.
And there is not much else to say...

Dreamscape

I can go here in my mind any time and visit
with my husband, my grandmother, my mother, my own childhood,
the seagulls and shells, and my wild spirit.
Cares and worries wash out to sea.
And quite thoughts and dreams come and visit.
I let them join me on my beach blanket, and we
have a peaceful conversation.
 Each memory a treasure, each new chance a revelation.

Ready to Write it Out

There are all kinds of words
bumping into each other and swirling around in my brain.
I feel something is dropping into place though
and they are almost ready to come out
almost ready to line up
in straight rows and outlines
and make some damn sense
not quite ready but almost.

Not always what you think...

Sometimes the best way to move forward
is to stop, close your eyes
and nap a bit. To Recharge and
Perchance to dream.

Losing your way

Sometimes I just want to get lost 
in my thoughts
in the woods
in the big wide world. 
Being lost and then getting found.
Very satisfying.

time speeding by

So much happens in a year.
Lives change. Beginnings and endings.
The world looks different than this time one year ago.
Things were put in motion that are vibrating, shaking and grinding
into my life now.
I am pausing to wonder what it will all look like
another year from now.

making up your mind

 

 Choose a path.

Point your nose in that direction

and go. 

You won't know about the journey or the destination

until you leave and head off 

somewhere. 

Sketches of a Plan

It

It's important to take time to do something I love
to create to share and to refuel.
I am going to see my way through
all of this chaos and confusion.
One small moment at a time.
Sketching out a plan, filling in the details.
Learning and growing on the way.

Crystal but Not Yet Clear

The view is not especially clear
but I can see some things I like.
It is going to be hard to line it up, and make it work
But I feel like it would be worth it.
Finally to make things make sense
and make them sustainable.

The Lily Year

If the first year is paper, and the 5th year is wood,
then the 16th year is memories of jars of star gazer lilies
intoxicating smells welcoming me home, and
soft shadows of green trees on the wall and winter walks with hot wine.
And wishing wells full of the coins of future dreams,
all in a rich velvet album in my mind.

The View

Sometimes, you have to just sit back and feel the wow of it all
the days might be hard and a bit long
and the struggle is not always satisfying
but the view from this life
is amazing in big ways
and in small ones too.

Moments of Waiting

Sometimes I just feel like
I am waiting
for something to happen.
And I am not sure what I expect it to be.
But I try to enjoy the sunshine
while I wait. 

Tug of War

The pull between
the possible and the practical is a constant
in my life these last 4 months.
What Can I do? What Must I do? What do I Want to do.
These questions push and pull at eachother
every day. And most nights too.