tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73585447498816054752024-03-14T02:00:26.459-04:00Yellow Feathers and MomEach season presents its own beauty and temperament much like each season of life. From old musings (though posted recently) to contemporary commentary, Yellow Feathers wafts through the seasons.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-74518952670361848372015-10-08T17:10:00.000-04:002015-10-08T17:14:45.675-04:00And the sun shines again<link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CPH%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} </style> <br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">(Written in 2010 but only now put on the blog)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Resting on the memories</span><br />
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of what used to be</div>
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never realizing the clock hands moved</div>
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the bath drained</div>
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the candle burned</div>
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the baby walked</div>
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or the curtains faded</div>
Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-4592797013474234622013-11-29T15:37:00.002-05:002013-11-29T15:37:45.457-05:00Slipping into a deep dark place
and I don't want to go
I miss my mom
I miss my Cleo
I miss having my children at home
I miss.....
I have asked God to keep me from descending
I have asked for Him to help me fight
I am trying
I don't want to lose anything else, anyone else...
Slipping, trying to grab hold, slippingWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-7403208432867522002012-03-15T19:17:00.001-04:002013-11-11T21:28:37.397-05:00How many lies have you believed today? Lying really bothers me. I hate it, honestly, and I do consider it evil. So how many lies have you believed today?<br />
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I read my devotion this morning and immediately turned to my husband and told him how convicted I felt. I mean to my soul. I went from reading about mothering young children and wondering what I could possibly get from that at this stage of life to feeling 100% guilty. I had failed. Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it. I've read it, prayed it, repeated it, and here I was feeling like a failure in it. Had I raised God-following adults? I felt I hadn't. I felt I hadn't prayed the right prayers. My children are not where I want them to be in their relationship with the Lord. I was a rule follower. I dealt with children who lived the "Disney dad syndrome" so I thought that when they were with me, I had to provide the stability and consistent structure. Now I was reading these precious words and feeling I had failed. <br />
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My husband in his kind and loving way, totally rebuked my claims of failure. He reminded me of how many times he had heard me pray, "Lord, please help me to raise _____ to be the (man or woman) You want (him or her) to be." He told me he couldn't count how many times he had heard me pray that very prayer, and I know he heard it, because as he said those words, I could finish what was coming. I know I have written it in my prayer journal. Those words along with, "Lord,, show me how to be the mother You need me to be to parent these precious children You have loaned me." My husband also reminded me that I had the blessing of leading both my children to Christ, I was able to volunteer year after year in teaching their Sunday school classes and their VBS. He reminded me of how many times we have hidden God's Word in our hearts through song, dance, and praying together. His simple reminders of the prayers I have prayed were enough to help me remember I have planted the seeds, raised them in a Christian home, lived an example of following Him, and allowed them to see me turn to Him in times of praise, prayer, and honest crying out. God isn't finished with me yet, and He certainly isn't finished with my children. I'm not finished being their mother either. <br />
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Thank you, Lord, for my wise and loving husband - with whom I pray.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-51855920885255313142012-01-09T21:10:00.000-05:002012-01-09T21:12:27.492-05:00For bloggers who do giveawaysSo there is this wonderful widget for bloggers who do giveaways. It makes entering your giveaway so easy for your reader! It makes keeping up with the entries way too easy for you! And the company, Rafflecopter, has a give away going for everyone - prizes include an i pad 2 and several Kindle Fires - Check it out! <a name='more'></a>
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November 29, 2011 - My sweet mama went to be with Jesus today. She is the woman who cared for me in ways too numerous to list. She taught me The Lord's Prayer when I was 3, my multiplication tables through 10 when I was 3, and how to create in the kitchen with abandon and no fear at an age too early for me to remember. She was a gourmet cook and could have written so many cookbooks. She grew up on a farm in eastern North Carolina, left to complete business school in Miami, started nursing school in Richmond - never lost her love of learning about medicine, and worked for the US Department of the Treasury before marrying my dad and creating a home and family. She was a fashion maven - ahead of her time and addicted to shoes. She had been an athlete, sent in her picture to play Scarlet O'Hara, and learned Spanish living in the culture. She had me rather late as those things go - already 41 when I was born. She had lost her first born, a son, and I was the last attempt at another boy. Born to a family with two older sisters, they chose to name me after the brother who had passed and after my mother. Though I was never fond of the version of my mother's name bestowed upon me, I carry that name now with great pride. My mother was the quintessential charming lady, a young heart and an old soul, and she had the softest hands I have ever touched in my entire life. I will miss you, Mama; dance with Jesus until I see you again. I love you!Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-47704601503100403422011-12-02T20:56:00.001-05:002011-12-02T20:57:09.239-05:00A Great Christmas ReadSomething we all should read -
<a href="http://untanglingchristmas.org" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.untanglingchristmas.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/TChristmas-125x125.png"></a>Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-56255880230799742312011-10-04T20:16:00.000-04:002011-10-04T20:16:34.152-04:00B-L-E-S-S-E-DBecause he<br />
Loves me with a ferocity <br />
Every woman deserves but<br />
So many never feel<br />
So many couples desire but never<br />
Ever work to give each other <br />
Daftly believing it just happensWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-35481671156202275462011-06-09T09:43:00.000-04:002011-06-09T09:43:51.759-04:00In the ShadowWhen in the vines of love<br />
the tangle of emotions leading<br />
over the railing and hanging<br />
there is found a mystery of the weaving of lives and hearts<br />
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And there in the midst<br />
of the rain and shadows<br />
of the love that is hiding<br />
in the garden where the roots in the soil<br />
hide and toil<br />
seeking only the nourishment of folly<br />
and the peace of the rain falling softly<br />
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When the sun finally sets and<br />
and the sky is filled with the hues<br />
of your broken heart <br />
remember...<br />
the wind blows againWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-69371273955994870482010-12-27T16:38:00.000-05:002010-12-27T16:38:40.086-05:00ChristmasAnother Christmas has come and gone. Again the magic of Santa has filled my head and heart - I find each year there are presents under the tree that I either have no idea how they got there or that I have no idea how we afforded to get them. God always provides, but it seems like a magical presence of Santa. Once again we were blessed to have both kids home - I don't know how long it will be like that, but I know the time is dwindling. As they get older and have job responsibilities, the time home has grown smaller; I know when they have families, this time will change once more. I have relished, absolutely immersed myself in the enjoyment of their company, the sound of laughter, and the joy expressed through smiles on their faces. I do love my family! I have been overcome with heartfelt thanks that my husband has had some time off and been here to enjoy the memories made this year. It is the simple ability to provide and the time to be together that has made this Christmas so wonderful - the gift of love surrounding our table and sitting together in each room. I am so thankful, and I know it all only possible through the greatest gift - the Christmas gift - and I feel so undeserving. Another Christmas has come and gone, and there is a joy I feel through the memories made that will linger as the magic for me this year.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-81936919332953681592010-11-24T15:03:00.000-05:002015-10-08T17:01:54.960-04:00ThanksgivingI am so thankful! I have been home since last Friday afternoon - a break from work - and I have been cleaning like crazy until yesterday. I have never enjoyed cleaning as much as I have those 3 days! Yesterday I began the cooking. I have been cooking and cleaning from cooking pretty much straight through but not at a frenzied pace. I have never enjoyed cooking and cleaning from cooking so much! My daughter came home yesterday, and my son will be here this evening. I am so happy to have the house filled with family and the kids' dogs!<br />
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I have been fixing our traditional Thanksgiving favorites, and I am so thankful we are able to put all this food on the table. God is so good to have allowed us to have it. As I prepare the favorites, I pull out my mom's dishes to keep things in until they're served tomorrow. The chicken salad bowl (the one she always used for chicken salad and marinated steaks growing up - I don't think I ever remember that dish having anything but chicken salad or marinated steaks in it) is now filled with chicken salad. It is not her chicken salad. My chicken salad or at least the one I make for Thanksgiving, has evolved over the years to be a combination of mom's and my husband's favorite - his mom's. I make several different chicken salads, but the Thanksgiving one is pretty much the same each year - the only question being whether it will have olives each year. Mom's sweet potato dish is filled with her sweet potato casserole - well, except it isn't her recipe this year since I didn't have oranges or sherry. I added Cream of Banana instead, and I must say, the test taste was yummy!!! The mashed potato bowl is filled with mashed potatoes - just waiting for the oven tomorrow to heat everything! We'll have Honey Baked ham but decided against turkey since it seems to be everyone's least favorite. Rolls, stuffing, green beans, carrots, creamed corn, cranberry sauce, and gravy will round out the meal. The pumpkin pie is yet to be made, but Liv and I will do that tonight, and everyone will help make the cheese pumpkins for it tomorrow -a tradition! The pecan pie is in the freezer. The brownies - well the second batch of them - are about to be started.<br />
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I called my precious mother this morning. I was lamenting the fact that my Williamsburg stuffing spoon she and my daddy bought me has corroded. It is such a good stuffing spoon. It will be sad not to have it tomorrow. I told my mom all about using her dishes to put our family favorites in for tomorrow's meal. I didn't tell her, but I think she could tell how much I love knowing I am using her dishes! I have such warm memories of my mom fixing different dishes in the kitchen. She used to love to cook so much! My precious mother wishes us a happy Thanksgiving and told me to tell my husband and kids how much she loves them. She said she loves me too. I love her so much and am so thankful to have had her in my life for so long!!! She is a rare jewel, a charm, a real Southern pearl, and I am blessed to call her Mom!Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-80193706632586864092010-10-23T19:05:00.000-04:002010-10-23T19:05:21.487-04:00Seasonal teachingsIt is fall - by the calendar, by the temperatures, by the leaves on the trees, by football, and by the amount of grading and time spent on school. It is fall. God is teaching me so much. I treasure things I took for granted - true. Lately though, the biggest lessons are in learning to allow myself free time, showing time and consistency to those who need it, remembering to just do the work - the work He called me to do, and allowing myself to savor moments.<br />
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Free time - I could spend every waking moment working. My house is a mess - I work. My closet needs weeding - I work. My base boards are dusty - I work. My body needs care - I work. My pictures need sorting - I work. My friends need letters or at least e-mails encouraging them - I work. My children need a text message letting them know I love them - or maybe I need that... I need the contact with them. They're probably just fine. I work.<br />
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I am doing the work I was called to do, and I know being in the center of His will is where I need to be. I need to be content with that and not dwell on the things I miss. I do need to take some time away from work though - my husband deserves my time, and I deserve some time. It is okay for me to take time.<br />
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Time and consistency - is there a theme here? I have a class that needs time and consistency, and I must not get caught up in the time and pacing of the curriculum guide. They need the skills, and I am afforded the luxury of allowing them the time to get the skills rather than having to keep pace with a certain calendar of benchmarks.<br />
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Do the work - His work. I just need to stay focused and remember I am blessed. He will not let His work go undone or not be done correctly. He will use me to get done what He has for me to do, and I need to let Him do it and not stress over getting it done immediately.<br />
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Thank you, God, for teaching me!Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-55892944111214714492010-09-14T20:55:00.000-04:002010-09-14T20:55:08.590-04:00Sitting on the beach<br />
listening to the waves<br />
coming in, going out<br />
I feel the stress melt away<br />
with each coming and going<br />
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It's as if something reaches inside him<br />
with the coming and<br />
pulls and releases what he can't let go of at home<br />
pulls it completely out of him<br />
and pulls it back into the ocean where<br />
it is dispersed through the water<br />
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This happens to me too<br />
It doesn't matter how often I am there<br />
With each wave - stress is released and disperses<br />
I can feel my heart slow<br />
I can feel my eyes relax<br />
My breaths seem to take on the rhythm of the water<br />
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I know this is my home, my peaceful placeWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-72558353499105599712010-09-14T20:53:00.000-04:002010-09-14T20:53:43.873-04:00Do you see yourself? Do you even see the reflection in the mirror? Do you hear yourself? Do you hear the words that come from your mouth? I am amazed - but not at how utterly and ridiculously hard you make it for your daughter; no - I am amazed at my God! I am amazed that He thinks enough of me, considers what I am facing enough, or even cares enough about ME to make sure I am affirmed and encouraged after what you unloaded on me. He is amazing!! I thank you God for loving me enough!!!Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-75676228959313326122010-09-09T19:30:00.002-04:002010-09-09T19:41:49.170-04:00He is in everythingSo, I've been struggling lately with my life. I don't want to be working outside the home, and honestly, it has affected my attitude. I am thankful I have a job - in times like these, one needs to remember having a job is a blessing. And that is just it - I have found I need to remind myself to count my blessings. I look for God in glimpses throughout my day, and He always shows Himself.<br /><br />On my way to work at 6:45 when it is too dark for me to see well while driving, I get to watch the sky find the first shimmer of a new day. God paints the sky in the most beautiful colors, and really, He didn't have to make it that way. I love watching the color flood the rest of the world. It reminds me of how He floods my life with blessings and how He loves me and through me.<br /><br />During the day when a student comes to me with a problem and is thankful I have an ear willing and ready, I am reminded He called me to where I am, and He has work there for me to do for Him. The times I get to see a student use the gifts He has given them to create something in class are nothing short of amazing! When I laugh with my students over something someone has said, and I can truly appreciate the sense of humor pervading my classroom, I know He is there - giving me more reason to be thankful.<br /><br />I struggle - but mainly when I fail to start the day with His plan instead of my own. When I watch the colors spread across the sky in the mornings, I need to see that as His plan spreading across the sky and to send a prayer of thanks to Him for letting me play a small part in His work.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-32223202067247427802010-04-08T12:49:00.008-04:002010-04-08T13:35:25.141-04:00As the Clock Runs DownEach morning I rise and face the day with you<br />Whether it's work or staying at home, it seems there's always much to do<br />I kiss your face just before we each get on our way<br />But I don't take for granted that we've been given this day<br /><br />I used to drop the children at school before nine<br />And wait to pick them up each afternoon in car pool line<br />Now they come home just to visit - for what seems too short a stay<br />But I don't take for granted that we've been given this day<br /><br />The hugs to say goodbye and the kiss on the cheek<br />Are met with full acknowledgment and taking the chance to speak<br />Of the love we feel for each and every one who fills our hearts<br />We thank God for the blessing of time that He imparts<br /><br />For I never want to take for granted even one blessed minute with you<br />And I never want you to think that is something I would do<br />I realize each time we say goodbye or that each minute spent<br />Is the last of those we get unless more moments are lent<br /><br />I know too many who've kissed goodbye their husbands, daughters, and sons<br />And thought they'd just come home again when the time away was done<br />Then the time came and they sat and waited, but the loved one did not<br />And the time they had was the all the time they really ever got<br /><br />So I never want to squander time or waste a minute away<br />I never want you to think it didn't matter or that I didn't pray<br />For your safety and in praise and thanks for all the time we've shared<br />Please always know I love you and always know I caredWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-85838689050131691272010-04-05T09:14:00.002-04:002010-04-05T09:16:52.389-04:00I had the most amazing weekend with my daughter last week. I give God the glory for our time together, our laughter, our talking, our listening to each other breathe, our eye for the unusual, our taste for pizza, our love of color, our heart for photography, our laughter, our memories made. I give God the glory for all He has done and is doing in restoration. I give God the glory for the time that has made my heart happy!Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-58294181495376267382010-03-05T09:51:00.005-05:002010-03-05T10:02:13.351-05:00Here we grow againWow - so, I was sitting at home the other night just watching television - Parenthood, I think it was. All of a sudden I break down in tears, sobbing really, over the fact that my first born is graduating from college this May. I mean I am happy for him and excited for what the future holds. He is an incredible man. I was just mourning the loss of raising children. I have heard we never stop parenting and never stop caring, but it just hit me how much is gone, has flown by, and how much wiser I am now to deal with what was when I won't need to deal with those same things anymore. It has been such a joyful journey raising these two incredible blessings God loaned to me.<br /><br />It makes me wonder what is passing now that I don't realize, much as I didn't realize how quickly those years were going. I know I feel physically older than the calendar says I am, and I know how I want to work on that. I just wonder. I love my husband so much - he is truly my best friend, and I don't want to miss or waste time he and I can spend together. I know we are gifted to wake each day and be able to spend time with each other. I know we are gifted to like each other so much and love each other so deeply. I don't want to waste these days and years doing mindless things when we could be spending that time with each other.<br /><br />I wonder if I will see grandparent-hood, and what will it hold for me. How much will I not know to enjoy or relish simply because, as people, we tend to live life each day - go through it - and enjoy it but not realize all each season means and holds until we are near its end. Oh how I wish my daddy were still here and my mother lucid enough to have these conversations with me and educate me. Their lives were so different than mine, yet I have to believe there is so much about which they could enlighten me through each season.<br /><br />Here I grow again - wisdom after the ages.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-50992473268220175722010-02-23T21:41:00.003-05:002010-02-23T21:47:39.174-05:00There comes a time<br />when truth is really all there is<br />and facing up to it<br />is important<br /><br />There comes a time<br />when truth is really all there is<br />and admitting it<br />is important<br /><br />There comes a time<br />when truth is really all there is<br />and accepting it<br />is important<br /><br />There comes a time<br />when truth is really all there is<br />and living it<br />is really all there is<br /><br />Timely truthWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-68515017977213814282010-02-23T21:37:00.002-05:002010-02-23T21:40:08.875-05:00I'd Rather Not WinWinning - but with heart<br />Because winning without; it's<br />Not winning at allWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-39144326483864300542010-02-13T20:38:00.006-05:002010-02-15T12:11:23.338-05:00Class Writing Exercise<div style="text-align: center;">I am<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am His and born of water<br />I wonder who I will see in Heaven<br />I see the waves of growth<br />I hear the ocean's call<br />I want to live by the water<br />I am His and born of water<br /><br />I pretend I hear the crash, feel the spray, and smell the salt<br />I feel calmed by the power of the sea<br />I touch the sand and salt<br />I worry about missed blessings - mine and others'<br />I cry when I see people discount their worth<br />I am His and born of water<br /><br />I understand so much more now than I did<br />I say I can make a difference in someone's life<br />I dream of writing with the tides<br />I try to explain why they are worth so much<br />I hope at least one knows<br />I am His and born of water<br /></div></div>Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-75275389406984617122010-01-31T11:17:00.002-05:002010-01-31T17:17:31.497-05:00My Favorite Things - HaikuFresh squeezed orange juice<br />Many birds at the feeder<br />Simple pleasures - life.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-85315331426448080892009-12-16T21:41:00.000-05:002009-12-16T21:44:01.752-05:00Darkness fades to deep purple;<br />purple to red to pink<br />Finally pink adds orange with subtle tints of yellow, and<br />there lie the whispy, stretched out clouds -<br />flat, refusing to rise to begin the day<br />Similar to how I feel and what I wish I could do....<br />as I drive to work.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-21749116202982960312009-06-22T08:29:00.000-04:002010-01-31T12:14:27.720-05:00A Mother's LoveA Mother's Love - such a contrite and overused phrase, but as I have come to learn, it is also a totally misunderstood concept. There is more power in a mother's love than in water or wind. It is daunting to try to describe and even more so to understand when one is fully feeling all it encompasses. When I first gave birth, I knew I felt "a mother's love." That feeling and the power it elicited are so inconsequential to what I feel now, to what I felt the night I knew your life was not in my hands. Powerlessness is mighty powerful when it comes to a mother's love. The joy I feel when you are able to do something I can't or don't think of providing for you is powerful - a mother's love. The passion with which I pray for you is incredibly powerful - a mother's love. The sadness I feel when things don't go your way is monumental except I know you are building character and growing stronger, thus while I would want to take that disappointment, I love you much more than to remove the lesson - a mother's love. The hours I spend awake at night wondering different things about you are not so great a sacrifice, but they speak to the power of a mother's love. Getting through the next day still giving my best and doing all I can, speak even more fully of how powerful that love is. Watching your life unfold, I have tried to teach you all I can to fully handle all life will bring to you, yet the truth is, you are teaching me how to live life fully for feeling the power of a mother's love is something without which I would be incomplete and unfulfilled.Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-42822205436018379802009-04-27T19:17:00.000-04:002010-01-31T12:16:37.506-05:00AwakenAwaken slowly from this dream<br />Life's much too harsh for the light<br />or worse, it will blind you from the truthWhose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358544749881605475.post-54628677362130324872009-04-03T08:28:00.000-04:002009-04-03T08:57:41.978-04:00Clouded Vision<div align="left">Seeing the same old things each day</div><div align="left">as she <span style="color:#33cc00;">ventured</span> through the hours -</div><div align="left">passing the same inns and cafes day after day.</div><div align="left">Stopping at the same curbs for traffic,</div><div align="left">Waving to the same shopkeepers - </div><div align="left">old familiarity - seeing all the signs - </div><div align="left">knowing herself well...</div><div align="left">she knew the drawbridge was there</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Yet on she walked - eyes wide open - </div><div align="left">a renewed joy in her step</div><div align="left">because to her, each thing was new</div><div align="left">with every sunrise; she continued on</div><div align="left">hearing the giddy beat of the city</div><div align="left">or was it her heart</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Horns blowing, <span style="color:#ff0000;">"Don't Walk"</span> signs blinking, </div><div align="left">People yelling, <span style="color:#ff0000;">"Verbottten!"</span></div><div align="left">She continued to walk even though</div><div align="left">the Vertrouwen Rivier's bridge was <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>open</strong></span>.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div>Whose Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13985456905737838576noreply@blogger.com0