i listened
to
the
(s) now
fall
in
(g)iant
sheets of
fro
zen
vap
(or)dinarily
with
little
sound.

bad
santa
jail

the memories'
roots
still
thrive
although
the blooms
withered and
died
long
ago.

we're all like tops.....
constantly spinning.

trying to find our
balance....

we may
spin alone..
we may
bump into one another
but we always
spin on our
own
volition...

afraid to
slow down
knowing
we
would
spin
no
longer.

it doesn't
matter
what you see
when
you open your eyes,
if
the
sun doesn't
shine
for
you

sometimes....
it's
necessary
to
rake
leaves
even
during
a
windstorm.

the trick
is
hanging
on
to
the
rake.

if no one is
listening...
is it
still
a
story?

dogs.

they embrace the oddities
of
man
and still
adore
him
anyway.

i often think
of
the many
moments
that
make
up
my day
and wonder
exactly how
many of those
moments
are
required
to
make
up
my
life?

p is for pumpkin that sat on the sill
and waited for halloween to come
until......
the knife came out, the carving began
the pumpkin jumped up
and
away
it
ran

when
memories of
people and their
lives
can no longer be
contained under
one single rooftop,
they float up
into the sky
and make
rainbows.

do you know what i mean?
she asked me....
and i said i did,
but of course...
how could i ever really know especially when she wasn't sure herself
and
there were
still so many
deceptions yet
to
be
embraced.

i always carry a rolling pin around
with me,
just because
i never
know
when i
might be
in need
of
an emergency
apple
pie.

each time,
i unravel
just
a
little
less

more
of
me
in tact

more
of
me

is it harder
to
leave?
or
to be
the
one
left
behind?

there is a time to leave.
there is a time to be left.

i'm just having difficulty
understanding which it is
that i am doing
at
this
time.

do birds
use
the hunt
and
peck
method
of
typing?

the other day i was thinking about my relationship
with numbers......

the number of kisses
my husband has given me on my neck

the number of hugs
my daughter has wrapped me in

or

the number of glorious sunsets
my eyes have taken in

the number of hours
my ears have absorbed such wonderful music
that it's sent me to another world

the number of times
a photograph or an idea has come together in that
glorious aha moment

i take those numbers for granted.
in fact,
i don't even know what
those numbers are....
i never take the time
to honor them.

and yet,

in 50 days,
i will turn 50.

and i have let
that number
so
negatively
define
me...
twist
me......
chain
me.

i think
i'm going to try to
talk numbers
into
doing some
therapy
with
me
so we can
have a
better
relationship.

out
of step
out
of time
out
of balance
out
of
mind.


silence.

you never
know
when the moment will
b e.

when you
just happen
to catch a glimpse
of
s o m e t h i n g.

a casual glance tossed a particular way,
that gets caught
and becomes forever ingrained
in
your
h e a r t.

something you'll carry with you forever.
those moments that
become part of your historical
t r e a s u r e s.

living life
on
a
cloud
of
smug

if my hair fell

out of

my

head,

i'd plant flowers

there instead

and

water them

with ideas

so they

would

grow in

all

different

colors.

it's possible,
that
anything
is possible
if you believe
that
nothing
is
impossible
for
you.

hello
yellow.

lately,
i've been having a lot
of
fights
with vulnerability
and
vulnerability wins
every time.

i really hate that.

and the
little
dog
laughed
and
laughed
til her sides
split
and
she
peed
her
pants.

looking for
a
roadmap
to
a
parallel
universe and
hoping
i can
speak
the
language
once i
get
there.

when i was
little,
i was told to stay on
the
path.
"watch for the markers
and
stay on the path
or
you might get lost"
i was
told.

so i would
dutifully look
for the markers
because i surely
didn't want
to
get lost.

later,
i realized
that the markers i was looking
for,
weren't the markers for the path
i had been
on.

i had been
following completely
different
markers
all
along.

and
it
wasn't
bad
at
all.

in this space,
i
shall
breathe.

"the edges are important"
she said,
"because
you never
know when
you're going to need
them
to keep
you
from
falling."

i need
a
vacation
from myself,
but
the flights
are
too
expensive.

just
a
slice
of
perspective
served up
with a
topping
of
cluck.

don't wake me
please.
i choose to stay here
and
eat
strawberries.
lots
and
lots
of
strawberries.

watering
the
garden
suddenly takes on a
whole
new
meaning
when you live
with a
dog.

don't let the calm
exterior
fool
you,
she said.
there is plenty
of
restlessness
inside
but i manage
to keep it tamed
with
lots
of
sunshine
and
fried
dough.

i never get
tired
of
being
astounded.

i have found
that
stretching boundaries
usually won't make
them
break
but sometimes
i get
into
trouble
when i
ignore
the
no
trespassing
signs.

the brightest
point
is
not always
the
most
important
part.

dreams help me
find
my
peace
in this
sometimes
emotionally
exhaustive
world.

in the world
of neuroscience,
the
brain
is referred to
as
the 2.5 pound
universe


we have more brain synapses
than all the stars
in
all
the
galaxies
right
within
us.
suddenly,
exercising
my
brain
takes on
a
whole
new
meaning

these days,
i need
glasses
to
even
read
between
the
lines.

we took the red candy apple
bikes out
tonight to enjoy
the last rays of the day tickling the tender green grass
and the flare of the sun
reached into my head
and filled it with happiness
and i
thought to myself
these
are the
best
days
of
our
lives.

i think that
if you express your joy,
it will
become
even

bigger.

she looked and looked
but
she could
never
see
her
future.

today:

i smelled freshly cut grass
i wore pink
i thought about calling in sick to work
i sneezed........a lot
i wondered how the sky could be so blue
i heard birds singing
i drove with my sun roof open
i watched pink cherry blossoms wave against puffy white clouds

and so it begins.
hello again, spring.

you're a sight for sore eyes

i'm
pretty sure
that riding
a
bike
is the closest i'll ever come
to
being
balanced.

we sat on the train and watched the world
go
by...
but not just any world....

his world.

and
though
the eyes of a
4 year old
everything
becomes
a
miracle.

20 weeks = spring
20 weeks = fall
10 weeks = summer
2 weeks = winter

yes.
that would be
just
about
perfect.

we find what
we look
for
in
this
world
of
ours.

i keep
pushing
but now i'm
beginning to
realize
that i should have
been
pulling
all
along.