I remember Winnie.
Bring the honey
Bounce , Tigger, bounce!
Random
Time in a bottle
If time really were in a bottle, I would drink deeply.
I don’t always know who I am
But I’m me in this moment
So sound the alarms and ring the bells because I’m present
And maybe I’m the me I thought I was yesterday
Or maybe life is okay when it’s half-lived and the night is blocked by the sun
And life is great when the sun shines
But no one promised us a rose garden (quote the old author)
But life is greater when you know who you are and where you stand and when enough is enough or there’s light on the horizon, peaking.
I don’t back down! I never have and I don’t plan on changing.
So bring the dusk or the dawn but watch me rise! Because I always RISE!
Moonlight and yesterday and maybe tomorrow
I once basked in moonlight
I found it glorious
I remember writing cheesy poetry about the moon being a “rock ball reflection of the brightness of fire”
The moon was a magical reflection of what could be in the dawning of the SON.
I never shied away from night because I see it as an integral part of living.
I’m still not a morning person.
I don’t sleep well.
I don’t enjoy waking
I want to stay in bed in the embrace of the solitude
It’s a flaw I live with every day when the 5am alarm blares.
But in darkness, we can remember light and that is crucial.
I am scrambling tonight in pursuit of bedtime while my to-do list beckons.
One thing I know…
Tomorrow is coming and I will tackle whatever it brings.
Live
Like there’s no tomorrow
Find the light when the moon hides and the sun doesn’t show its face.
Get up! Breathe again and remember why!
Sometimes, that’s all we’ve got.
So go!!!
Eggshells
I’m a girl, walking on eggshells, waiting for the fracture
Life can be hard
Segmentation
I think I may live in segments. Moments between where the great is and where it was and who I am now and who I used to be.
Segmented arthropods or a life once lived draped in shadow. And I’m okay this way…maybe…
I stare at the moon.
I stare at the memory.
I stare at life.
And I’m breathing
Wondering what that means anymore.
But my voice is strong and so I stare and yell to the void
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe not.
Time will tell.
Where the night falls…
I walked where the night falls
Flickers of light when I can’t really see
And I watch the broken and the burdened
And I see me
Who knows who I am
Certainly not me
But here in the void, where I wonder at light or day, I am found.
So scream angels
And cry holy
Because he is!
And fight for tomorrow
Because it’s coming.and you and I are here.
So breathe!
Honesty…putting it out there
I’ll be honest,
Sometimes I don’t know if up is down. Or right is left or who let the dogs out…cue the song “who…who”
But I know who I am.
And maybe. That’s enough…
But in the morning, it feels like nothing, as I start again. And that can be debilitating.
So we scramble from night to day and wonder where the light will land.
And we are more than conquerors even when we don’t feel it.
But sometimes we don’t.
And we walk forward because the light calls to us and there’s no other choice.
Keep going or die here. So we walk.
But if the light had eyes and voice and tears, would it beckon us into the void?
I don’t know but I’m walking and so are you.
Let’s go together
What else is there?
There is rhythm
There is is rhythm and life to who we are and what we expect and all the things we leave unsaid.
It pulses in the background until the smallest thing becomes the biggest in the room
Sing into the night, melodies, only you can hear’
When the moments of peace give way to tsunami.
But love can conquer all if we let it.
Find the counterpoint and disrupt the rhythm.
Be brave
Be strong
Or fall apart for a minute and pick up the pieces.
Be you
Cry, if you must.
Scream, if you must.
Then walk forward.
Don’t be silent
But don’t let the need to be heard consume you.
Just keep walking.
This is life.
This is real.
This is fabric knit together to make us more.
Don’t miss out because all you see is, “the thing”
And don’t miss out because you are too afraid to find your voice.
Be real. Be raw. Be you!!!!!
And forget the crowd that may not approve.
Find yourself in the author of life.
Walk in the discovery because THAT is everything!
From underneath the table
Parenting is sometimes, on hands and knees, picking up the pieces from a night gone by
When you should be asleep
But you’re not
Because, life…
And you go to pick up board games sprawled across the floor to find more mayhem.
And you’re tired
But you keep going because life.:.
And you find the madness that your children have left and you wonder for a moment, then grab a broom, or a mop, or a match. Whatever fits.
So we wrestle against the ideal
And fight against time
We are only human
And we think we should be more
But we aren’t
We are flesh and bone raising flesh and bone
And the result is often messy…
Far from ideal
But we are breathing.
So I wonder if I can breathe when the board games drape the floor and I wonder what alien has invaded the floor beneath my dining room table.
Please tell me I’m not the only one!
Are we compelled to be the ideal or is there grace for the Lego littered floors and kid-scattered madness.
Is it okay to be human?!?
Or am I drowning?
I don’t really know.
But I know my kids are safe and asleep in their beds while I fight the dining room floor demons again.
Tomorrow, bring a clean, clutter free floor.
If not? Help me know that’s okay!
Otherwise, find me snuggled in a ball of Lego’s and remember I had greatness in me once.
Hurricane Ian Update
Hi everyone. I’ve started and stopped this post a hundred times. It’s hard!
My family is safe and fine. We had several days without power and some downed limbs in the yard but we were so blessed! We are okay.
But I live here. In the midst. I know people who lost their lives, people who almost lost their lives, people who lost their homes and everything they own. It’s hard.
So I wanted to write a quick post to let you all know we are okay and we are dealing with the aftermath in our community. The devastation is overwhelming. It sinks in, slowly, in layers. You can’t fathom it all unless you’re in it.
And we were without power, internet, and cell service for days; so many others knew what we couldn’t see before us, right next door to the ‘thick of it’.
Thank you for all of your prayers! Thank you for reaching out! Thank you for realizing that things that aren’t on your doorstep may be on someone else’s.
Be the light! Keep reaching out to the people you know because you never really know what tomorrow will bring.
Be kind!
Speak your mind!
Let truth ring on your lips.
Let the love of Christ dwell in you richly!
We’ve seen miracles and heartache and we are holding on through it all.
Be grateful!
Sending love to everyone who hears my voice through written word. We are strong and we are recovering! ❤️
Love, Jaimie
