Quote Challenge

The challenge, should you choose to accept it: Dear Fimnora Westcaw https://fimnorawestcaw.wordpress.com/2015/06/27/old-words-reborn-with-new-faces/invited me to join a 3-Day Quote Challenge. Thank you for a lovely diversion from moving. There are all sorts of useless quotes floating around in my brain, every day, all day...these things should be shared. This is not the heavy, depressing, harrowing stuff…

Constant Motion

"Aphaya, Hah-ha" twinkle twinkle little star is playing in her paypen. she stares through the mesh sides as she cuddle kicks a bunny, a gorilla and that weird talking dog soon I'll hear "Up, heh-heh, up, Up, UP, UP, UP, ayeeeeeeh" Girly loves her vowels. She is amazingly gentle and sweet in the mornings When…

Geez! Ackk! @#$$! Flibberty-gibbet!

Can I just say that when I get to my 90's and I have completely lost my mind and I am wandering around alienating my friends, waving my cane for effect, terrorizing my neighbors and calling the sheriff at all hours of the day and night ABOUT nothing, unless something really is wrong, like my…

My heirophant

Are you my hierophant? Why do I cry when I hear your voice? Is it that you have a direct line to the source, the one, the truth? In yoga, crying and yawning are resets for the nervous system. Do I need to be reset? Should the world be reset instead? Why should I have…

The week’s trauma

He lost a father while I gained a son my eldest son alienated, my child, his youngest brother while gaining sympathy from the silent sentinel. His father planned for him to leave by any means. When I arrived Thursday ES was in handcuffs The goal being for him to snap. I forced them to remove…

Miasma

I read a little and drift off to sleep floating in the miasma that is my brain airplane noise over head birds in trees in the rain trucks and cars pass on a wet road we are not in the flight path that was a large jet coming from where? Why do I still hear…

Yes

Yes, I write in the mornings one week's worth flows forth until the spring dries in the sun (clogs with leaves, roots and small creatures.) Then a little girl talks to me, I turn my head away and we start the day rubbing her little nose asking for a change and some thing to nibble…

A wasp nest

What is so complicated about a life with pitfalls and avalanches? It is just life and how I view it all today is just a small trip over a twig and a great fall on a wet leaf. I stumbled got my knees bloodied stood back up with the help of a baby girl a…

My name was called

by four different voices just the name there was no shaking of a shoulder nor tapping of a toe no morning baby babble just the sound of my name in my ears as if my four dreams coalesced and each participant needed my divided attention. I turned my head with each sound until I had…