Of all the soil that my feet have landed upon and of all the air I’ve breathed... Whether across the Atlantic or the Pacific, over or under, amongst mountain and wood, brick and neon, or sand and sea... I often feel the journey that has most ignited my mind and unleashed my heart has happened [...]
Tag: Family
A Full Heart Breaking
“What if the water touches you, Mama? What if you get wet?” He stands cautiously to my right, where seaweed has been tossed and left behind. “Sometimes you have to get close to get the good stuff.” I stand up brushing sand off of my knees. Staring out at a mass of churning grey against [...]
One of us
A woman looked at you in your stroller and her eyes jumped up to mine. “Wow, you’re brave for taking such a little one along.” . I politely smiled. Nodding toward Ezra, I said “I once did the same with him when he was even younger.” . Her face said that maybe she thought you [...]
Soak
Soak. Rest. Breathe. The water was rushing out, the bubbles were rising. Stepping into the warmth; I tried to remember the last time I had felt this. Nothing came to mind. . I peeled open a book. In the steam, the words seem to rise off the page. I seemed to drift with them. One [...]
Goodness
“Some day these will be the good ol’ days.”, someone says. . These are the good ol’ days. Now. Right now. They are good now. . But I forget. . Tires spinning in mud. I’m spinning another bedtime story. Quietly, rubbing my eyes, I creep out of the room. . Now where was I? Folding. [...]
Born to be
Yesterday, we were leaving the store as the sun was beginning to set. The sky was awash with apricot. The thin black lines and fans of palm trees contrasted in the glow. I pointed it out to Ezra. We stood for a moment staring up at it. And then seemingly out of nowhere, Ezra said, [...]
Line & light
It’s far too rare a sight! We don’t take many pictures together. Most of our moments are in the cracks of sunlight that bookend a day. They are in the early morning, sleepy goodbye. And the hectic hello of evening routine; the drawing of bedtime bath water and the making of dinner, while the last [...]
Clutching sand
I don’t want to hear only the fringes of what you say. I don’t want to see only the specks of light that my eyes favor. I want to hear and see and feel it all. Because it is fleeting. We are clutching sand. . He cups his hands and stares intently at the swiftly [...]
Stitched up
I tell a six year old who says things like, “I’m very interested in surgery.” that he’s going to stitch up some organs and then watch his eyes light up. . I explain that he will stitch the pieces together and fill them up. Plush organs we will use for another project. . And I [...]
Scars
This body of mine bears scars. . Scars from mishaps. Scars from pain stitched up while tears fell. Scars from the life it's carried and brought into this world. . This body of mine is constantly changing. It is a map of where life has led it. It is a mirror reflecting it's challenges and [...]
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