Moving is such tedious work. However, now and again you’ll find something worth looking at whilst packing.
This afternoon I found old pictures of my family.
It’s odd to think that at one time we all lived under one roof and called this place home. We were a unit – a whole.
How strange to think that at one time my parents were married and that I shared a bathroom with an older sister. It was a simpler time in some ways. I knew what to expect on a daily basis. I knew that when I woke every morning that I would do so to a house that was bustling with life, routine, laughter, wonderful pets and of course love.
When did everything change? How have the years passed so rapidly? When did i become an adult with adult responsibilities?
Time is strange, it usually feels as if it’s passing much too quickly. Yet it’s always the same.
There are moments, when I desperately long to recapture my youth. I want to sit quietly on a Saturday morning eating Apple Jacks while watching The Banana Splits on a great behemoth of a television. I long for the sweetness of our family dog and cats. I desire the simplicity that was childhood, even though at the time, it seemed anything but simplistic.
But don’t we all now and again?
So, I allow myself a bit of dwelling, and then I pull myself out of the reverie, with the thought that yes, sometimes being an adult is difficult. Then I walk to the kitchen, find a bit of cookie dough and eat it for dinner (something I would never have been allowed to do as a child). And once again all is right with the world.
Would it be so wrong, if thoughts of me brought you to your knees?
What would it hurt, if my lips were your savior?
Would the world stop spinning on its axis, if the soft sweetness of my skin was your comfort?
Do you believe that my fingertips, trailing across your cheeks, could bring you peace?
Will you let me in?
It’s not just a colour but a feeling.
It’s happy, girl like and at times quite sparkly (or it simply elicits a feeling of sparkliness).
While out and about this evening I ran across an entire area devoted too the pink and precious. One item in particular caught my attention: it was a pink ceramic poodle. Why did it catch my attention? Because when I was very young my mother bought me a ‘sick prize’. This was a gift given only when I or my sister had been under the weather. One day after one illness or another my mother and I found ourselves in Swenson’s Ice Cream Parlour. And, in the midst of all the wonderful sweets and sparkling treasures I found mine – a small ceramic poodle that I named ‘Pink Puppy’. To this day Pink Puppy resides not only in my heart but in my treasure box as well. So, in honour of day 5’s moment of gratitude, I am grateful for all things pink, pretty, sparkly and somewhat princessy. And of course, the memories of childhood, sweetness and delight.
All hail the p.i.n.k.
I am grateful every day for the love of my Lulu. From the moment we laid eyes upon each other 9 years ago, I knew we were kindred spirits. She has been my silver lining and my heart. We are co-dependent and symbiotic, but ever so happy this way.
So, on this first day of Thanksgiving, I choose to share pure love.
Behold, HRH Lulu The Princess Bean.
A year ago this evening I felt as if I were on the edge of new beginning
a precipice of lovely warmth that called out to me.
My heart drew me forward
my soul accepted the challenge.
This was a gift I gave to myself.
Today marks the anniversary of change.
A change for good, although during the year there have been stumbles.
But for all intents and purposes I have picked my self up, dusted off and started all over again.
I seek adventure. love. passion. creativity and fulfillment.
Despite a somewhat pervasive feeling of bittersweet I still sense the pulsating change that is occurring deep within.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I will celebrate life.
And, I will honour my strength, soulfulness, and deep determination to find that which my heart seeks.
I am grateful.
Thank you to all who have shown me love. Past and present. You stay within my being, always. No matter where you go, I will always remember the sweetness that we shared.
New adventures lay ahead.
So I will let go of all that no longer serves me. But blessedly.
I am alive.
I am free.
My heart yearns, but at least it feels.
Happy Birthday to me.
.. two people shared laughter over a mirror and an apple..
Small bits of intimate beauty and purity
that only lovers understand.
One day the princess found a magical book , old, not new.
Bound bits of paper that had been well-loved and coveted by others before her.
She presented the book to the prince, as a token of her affection, inscribing it as such:
“Thank you for reminding me that it’s always about the apple and the mirror”
Thinking that this small remembrance would be treasured always and ever after.
But the princess learned that there truly is no always. However, she held those past bits of laughter and luminosity close to her heart.
And, although the end came, and the token is gone, she hopes that somewhere inside Prince Charming will remember …
Sweetness is a gift,
given without expectation of return.
It is not lost with the ending of communication.
Nor is it lost with distance.
hang in the ether
cross oceans –