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Family Sunday
I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…
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Endless love
I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…
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St Valentine’s Day
St Valentine’s Day. If there’s any day of the year to be suspicious, this literally should be the day. With the exception of days like Friday the 13th or April fools, maybe even the Ides of March, no other day of the year carries such a heavy burden. The burden of love and romance. This…
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Everyday magic
Why do I love writing? For the same reason that I love to read. In only seconds, I can fall through into a new world, far from whatever is going on around me. In a flash, I can be sailing on the ocean, Fighting pirates for the gold. I can be feeling the absolute devastation…
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Winter Sunday dreaming
The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…
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So what I’m still a rock star
I’ve figured out that February is a hard month for my hair. Looking back every year around this time, I am overwhelmed with the need for change- but change is hard when you have responsibilities and people you care about sometimes. So, I’ve apparently been taking it out on my hair for many years. Usually…
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The night shift
The longest day in the calendar is the one where you didn’t sleep the night before. It appears the gastro has descended on the house of Gooden. It made its appearance with the sounds of my toddler throwing up at midnight. And one am, two am, three am, four am, and then it was time…
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Let sleeping toddlers lie
My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…
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Citizen’s arrest
Do you have a permit for that anxiety? Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense. Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle, flag you down and give you a ticket. Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar. A thought blocker like…
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Warmth and silence
It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…