When I was a little girl, I lived in my mama’s hometown, Hotchkiss, Colorado. On my first birthday, I celebrated the day at my grandparent’s house, a small cabin situated on Roger’s Mesa. One of my gifts from my grandparents was a little piggy bank. It was a pig in a barrel. I still have that little bank, and it means the world to me. According to my mom, my grandparents fussed over this gift before they decided on this little guy. Sweet memories. Continue reading “The Piggy Bank”
If tenderness were an umbrella,
In a perfect world,
if I were truly free to be the better me
It was one of the most relaxing feelings imaginable. Floating like a buoyant cork, drifting up and down with the warm ocean waves, sliding playful down into the troth between wave crests and up to the top of the next as each wave passed my position. I took a deep cleansing breath and let my mind slow to a meditative pace and watched, straight above me as my view of soft white clouds shifted with each rise and fall, letting time pass without a care – until, suddenly the whole ocean disappeared out from beneath me and I was suddenly falling with nothing but misty air to support me. I was too surprised to even scream as the clouds stopped shifting and then disappeared altogether behind the giant wall of angry white water. This was going to be really – really unpleasant.
Without his presence my yearning soul does ache
If I were you
Do you have a great grandmother’s lace doily? Or a grandfather’s beloved pocket watch? What gift do you possess that brings the past to life? Time to share about another favorite heirloom. Continue reading “Heirlooms”
Learn to live again Continue reading “Dear Me”
Conquering came in measured steps
in a mountain hamlet on a dusty road.
Victory savored autumn’s best
with no regrets with my daughter’s presence.
Hope overcame a pain filled past.
Each step afforded a new adventure
measured in laughter and adventurous joy. Continue reading “Overcoming”
Stand tall in the midst of each stinging stare
Savor the indignation of rejection
Each wayward soul will one day find
A heart laid bare for reflection Continue reading “A Disclaimer”