Tread lightly...

She chooses her word carefully when she speaks to her.
Afraid she may offend the new life she has created.
She is protective over her.

But more than the need to protect
Is the desire to be connected again…

Like they were once,
In innocence,
When the issues of their lives we solved
In feety pajamas over milkshakes,
Watching music videos on a beach towel.

He invites him for dinner.
He rejects the offer.
To busy to fight the traffic.
He pleads for a much needed visit.
(They never just talk anymore…)
They disagree on the best meal to eat
the day before a big game.
And say goodbye.

They each ignore their spouses that evening,
Wondering if there isn’t something more.
Are there things being left unsaid?
Or is it better that they no longer discuss it?

dreams of yesterday

The above photo is a result of a early autumn walk I took, past my neighbors rod iron fence, down to the sliver of waterfront property my new property allows me. I sat on my dock surrounded by the historic lake homes and took in our dream realized. My husband and I have long desired to live near water and now we do.

Yet, today I drove by our old house. It look unkept, almost sad and I wondered if the new owner loved her like we did. She did not boast a lake view or a master suite. But she was my first home, and my heart aches as I pass her still. I wonder if it always will.

moving on

This is not the best photo I have ever taken. But I like the way the horizontal lines in the golden oak floor move up the image. And in the distance, my seven year-old Chihuahua, Fred is trotting off... simply done ~ bored with the tattered kitten in the foreground.

This image reminds me of letting go.
And moving on.

melts my heart like butter

this past saturday night
this lovely little kid
sat eagerly waiting for the movie
to begin,

then turned to me sincerely
and said, "this is so great, mom..."
just before he inhaled two small buttered popcorns.

we will be going to the movies often this winter.

oops!

Well, I am already out of the running for NaBloPoMo as I forgot to post yesterday. Still, I am enjoying the challenge to write more and I will continue.

The other goal I set for myself in November is to adopt the old If you can't say something nice, say nothing at all rule. Now, I am not what one would consider an unkind person. But I find its too easy at times to vent about a quirky annoying habit of my in-laws. And admitting, at times I am quick to obsess about the way a girlfriend raises her children or a loved one spends their money.

I am not perfect. And I have never claimed to be. So for the month of November, I am challenging myself to remember that no one else is perfect either.

So what does this mean? It means, when the behavior I disagree with in others surfaces, I will not discuss it negatively. I will not call my sister to rant about so and so or pour over the torrid details of my annoyances with my husband. If you know me in real life, feel free to hold me to this. And if you call wanting to vent about your own in-laws or husbands or girlfriends don't be surprised when you receive the generic and at times un-colorful "I hear how you are feeling..."

Its been three days. There is a peace that has come over me. And I feel more in love, with my family, friends and myself.

Try it.

dear soul mate

the sun sets on all souls day
and i pray
that your soul
will be well nutured in the days to come

and i even as i pray
i know i cannot cast out your demons

but i believe that you can

and i pray
dear soul mate
that the love i hold for you
will give you the power
you need.

scary tradition

My very SCARY MONSTER

Halloween has long been a favorite holiday. And each year, a little more joy is expressed on this simple holiday. A holiday that does not require gifts or demand your presence at several different relatives homes at once. Just a simple evening spent walking at dusk through a frightfully friendly neighborhood. I just love it.

Also, in the month of November I will be attempting to Participate in NaBloPoMo. I like the idea of trying to write more… the reason I started this site.