Monday, August 14, 2017

The me God sees

Letting go of the me I say I am
so God can show me the me he sees.
Letting go of who I was before
so God will reveal who I am now.
Inching my way toward knowing.
Inching my way to understand.
I feel a new path being paved.
Though my body screams with anxiety,
I push on.
I push on to see the me that God sees.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Dear Daughter : Part 9

Dear Daughter -
I hope you chase your dreams
Like you chase birds.
With passion, determination, creativity and tenacity.
You go get em!
Love, Mom

Monday, November 21, 2016

I breathe you in

I breathe you in. 
I hold you in the space of my chest. 
 My eyes get teary.  My heart jumps.  I smile.
 This is how I want to remember the early years. 
The smell of you and the way you need me. 
The feeling of holding your tiny babyness so close.
The way we just melt together.
The privilege of watching you grow with baby steps and giant leaps. 
The overwhelming gratefulness I feel that God chose me to be your mother.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Be still

This morning I took a walk up our hill, partly because the glistening sun was calling me and partly in hopes it would help baby girl make her arrival.
I walked for awhile and then when I realized I couldn't bend in the way I needed to
for a photo, I sat down in the field. 
From there I was quiet.
Everything was quiet.
I looked around and noticed the beauty in just being still.
I realized how beautiful tree fungus really was with all of it's pods and bubbles.
Sunshine.  Blue sky and clouds.  Everything with it's purpose. 
Questions without answers.  Letting go.  Accepting.
I am grateful for moments to just be still.
Here is a song that I have recently fallen in love with.
It feels so good to listen to.
"Let's be still" by The Head and the Heart

Thursday, June 23, 2016

An artist

I often ponder things that seem to have a theme.  One thing is when someone says " I am not artistic/creative" or "I wish I was artistic/creative ".  These statements project that one needs to be good to be artistic and I don't believe that to be true. 

Today I was crabby for no good reason and I tried to snap out of it and it just kept returning and I realized I was missing something: creative time.

I think the biggest difference between someone who identifies themselves as an artist and one who doesn't is the need to create.  Much like someone who has the need to be physically active (running, playing tennis, etc), an artist needs to create to feel balanced and whole.  An artist will create to fill the need but the final product matters less than the journey to there.  A person who does not think of themselves as artistic only has the final product in mind not the journey.