Tag: freedom

  • The gifts we bring

    Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…

  • Choices

    One way lies the steady, the tried and the true Each day lined up, you know what to do The other way there be monsters Potentially awaiting. Or could there be glory, forever unabating Which direction to go, the question remains Both could incur loss, as the other one reigns So listen to your heart…

  • Monday morning dreaming

    There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace. Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking…

  • Mercy

    What is mercy at the end of the day? Is it better to give kisses than kicks? Is it the cool touch of a cup, on a hot summer’s day, a chair at the end of the road? Is it comfort in an old friend, or kindness from a stranger? Mercy is a quality which…

  • Problem solver 

    Saturday should be a sleep in day, but that never seems to happen for me.  I woke up a half hour earlier than normal, shrugged and went about my day.  I finished my first draft of book 5, did a list of things to do, did laundry, cooking, cleaning and childcare,  even launched my author…

  • Traffic

    My eyes are grainy today, but still somehow find the light. It’s bright and wonderful  through the fog. Cars honk, go slowly, pacing with their horses grumbling.  They slowly move past the line, reined in by the weather. I feel their longing to bolt, Tied and restrained into a 9-5, somedays I’d like to run…

  • My Riff 

    My life’s a place of work  and laughter, both at the same time. Even on a Monday  when life is hectic, I find a place of joy inside.  A repeating riff of the variety of living. The good, the bad, the sad. Each day the same  but slightly different. Each aspect another facet  of the…

  • Lest we forget

    No matter where I am, what I’m doing, what’s been going on in my life, Today is a day that gives me pause, Reminds me of how many people have given their lives so that I can live in the luxury of a country where I’m not worried about my basic human rights. This isn’t…

  • Good company 

    The morning sun woke my nerves with an unpleasant jangle It was daytime before I was ready. A late night for me,  but a good one, Reminding me that I’m more than just a mother,  just an automaton put here to do the bidding of others, At home At work For society  I felt a flicker…

  • Quill 

    It’s late at night, and I think about my dreams I’d love to fly around the world,  to experience all the riches it has to offer, Dive into the deepest ocean, Climb to base camp at Everest and stand in awe at Chomolungma, draped in clouds  I want to meet people from around the world, …