So the festival is over

No, not a metaphorical festival of life, but a real art festival. Three days of O MY GOSH artwork all day long. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! There were downsides and upsides more smiles and laughs than frowns. Now, I have to unpack and get back to some semblance of a schedule. Thursday I was greeted with a hug…

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I’m Overwhelmed

Wake up Roll over yawn like a baby feet on floor stand up walk to the bathroom shower on hot find underwear walk into the steam find t-shirt clean glasses though mini drops of water coat my lenses find pants stand in the shower look for a towel shiver drip on the floor hot water…

Happy Aging!

Saturday, I turned 47. A day earlier, ESR turned 20. Monday my mom turns 72. That's a whole bunch of Leos. My herd came over to visit. I guess it was a party. Everybody talking at once. Girlie bouncing off the couch My brothers called to wish me "happy aging." I'm having that sinking problem…

Water

"Watah!" says Girlie from the back seat. "I get wet." Everyday, every fountain, sprinkler, lake, pond, stream or puddle we pass she declares with the sweetness of a three year old. Not a request, just a statement of fact.

Sure

My art has been in my head more than in my hands these days Grabbing a handful of kentucky bluegrass winding through the stick trellis I notice a vine that meanders into the green with red veins The urge to pull falters as I cultivate another found plant for my ever expanding cottage garden Of…

Exhausted

I write with one arm underneath the keyboard, too lazy to get a hot water bottle for my sore wrist. The heat penetrates to the aching bones it feels good to rest without a toddler a teen toddler and a brooding young man. Life being what it is becomes a hassle not worth discussing. I…

If only

If only we could be individuals living in the country, meeting at town to trade goods and learn news of the town we visit once a week. Sure this news is interesting not really life affecting. I'd rather know who was born, whether we'd have enough cows, sheep, pigs and chickens to feed the families,…

I was going

I was going somewhere when I passed a blinking cursor, calling to me it winked. A wink given must be returned, so I did and I can't stop coming up with things to type. M a y b e t h e t h e o r y o f m y f o l…

Wishes

I can wish for mud to stomp in and throw like all good toddlers do. With glee and abandon mud splashes on clean shoes and white tights. Why not. Life is here to jump in it. Roll in it, share with friends. Mudbath anyone?

Leaning

She leans on me sweet smelling snuffling in my ear she nuzzles my cheek and says, "Cuute." These spontaneous moments of words show me that all is right with the world in my house. Sure, my boys are teenagers They have "toddler brain" in the worst possible way. I, me, mine, now is the mantra…