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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Someone I miss

I miss my Grandma.
Backporch talk.
Sitting in the yard.
All the moments that have turned me into this
adult self.
I miss her.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

What makes me smile

Granted, this is hardly original--but I do always smile when I see this.
Could be because I'm duct-tape fein.  No joke.
I started 'duct taping' wallets, purses--5 plus years ago..and then realized this
could be a fun thing to do at work.
So, I did...and this program always brings kids in.
Doesn't matter what age or clique,
they all enjoy designing their own look.
Presently, we have a duct tape club of sorts.
They meet every few weeks just to hang out, share their new projects and I try to come
up with something different to offer inspiration too.
But, what I love most is that it's turned into this almost all boy group...and they
just play--but talk about their day. Life.
Kinda like dinner-table talk.
Without the dinner.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

What I am afraid of:

My biggest, darkest fear.
I've never seen a tornado.
Though when I was about 7 years old,  I do recall
looking out my childhood, frontroom window, knowing a tornado was heading our way.
The sky went green. My mom was standing beside me. 
I went into hysterics.
I don't remember anything after that.

Then my grandma--she loved to talk about the tornado she saw year, years ago.  
She would describe the sky.
The sounds.
Family hiding under tables.
I would sit on the edge of my seat in absolute fear, listening intensely to her yearly spring risen stories.
My mom, I'm sure had to cringe, wondering first off about the absolute validity--but then knowing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep for days.

I eventually created a way to be able to fall asleep...because I am visual, I have always "seen" things as I drift off into never-never land...but being that visual a child does not want to see their biggest fear--say like a tornado.  So-- I would fall asleep and have to picture this tornado off into the corner of this vision--super tiny, so that my other "story pictures" could take over and the little tornado would float away.


My fear is still very real, but I now have to be the mom and be semi-strong...but I do like to catch the occasion storm-chaser show--amazed at the fear-less-ness in those folks.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Last Night Poet

not by chance
I found myself
not the door
but an online yoga-poetry contest

And I recalled
not by chance
the little voice that
follows my fingers

a pause
of Here I Am

Whether it blossoms
Or stays underground
I felt IT
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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