• “A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.” – G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man, 1925

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Real development is not leaving things behind, as on a road, but drawing life from them, as on a root.

G. K. Chesterton

Monday, January 26, 2015

Monday Muse

Temple

They burned your temple to the ground
Leaving but a few precious remains
Enough though to begin
The rebuilding process
A germ, a gem of an idea
Is all it took
For me to see
A vision of the future
Splendid, glorious
A living testament
To the perspicacity of love

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Saturday says 4/52

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
Dr. Seuss

Monday, January 19, 2015

Monday Muse 3/52

May Days


In the twilight falling
with hints of springtime thunder
I see the undersides of leaves
that bend and sway in evening winds

Standing at my window
watching a cloudy sunset
I can hear the wind through the glass

My heart stirs with each breath
but no message is relayed
except a vague restlessness of
forgotten memories of other windy nights
of other May days.




another older poem. 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52

I didn't get home til late last night,  and now I have a sort of forced moment of quiet while having my hair done.
Today's(well, yesterday's) thing I love is my new planner. My sister convinced me to get one. I love organizing things. Keeping them organized has always been the bigger issue. But i find sitting and organizing, sorting, to be therapeutic. It helps my ever busy brain take a moment to focus.

Sunday Songs 3/52




i was reminded recently that although I don't know what is written on the pages of my life, there is Someone who does. And trusting in that brings the greatest peace.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Saturday says 3/52

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

George Eliot

Friday, January 16, 2015

Tuesday-Thursday 2/52

I do apologize for the lack of posts this week. My work schedule has been quite full and I have come home quite tired. Last night we had a mini-party for P's birthday. He insisted we invite my sister and her family over, then promptly disappeared after he ate his ice cream cake. He seems happy with his birthday gift from me. I got him an ipod. He's finally discovering music and I helped him get an email account and I love that he randomly email's me with questions. I think he likes having that sort of access to me. And it saves him from having to actually come speak to me, ha.

I do have a post planned for Friday, but I may not be able to post it till tomorrow. Because it's arriving in the mail today and I don't know when I shall be home today. I am hopefully going out to dinner with a friend. I found a real life kpop friend, so she and I are going to have korean barbecue. ah, fangirl life.

So that's me this week. M is feeling better, but still not acting completely nice, he got spoiled while he was sick and he wants that to last forever. I can't blame him, but I am tired of breaking up fights between him and P.

anyways. I hope you are all having a lovely week. I can smell my coffee has brewed and I have much to do before I wake the children. So long for now.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Monday Muse 2/52

Son

too much
I remember the touch
of your tiny hand
holding my breast
a bottle you gripped
and the pull of milk
the heavy ponderous
weight when you would cry
and I can still feel the ache
of need and want

I used to lean over your crib
to watch you breathe
a different sort of ache
until I handed you
over to God because
He is a better mother than I.

Now we look eye
to eye and you
need a different sort
of sustenance from me






Today is my oldest child's 14th birthday. I do not know where the years have gone. Happy Birthday, my dear Doodle. I am so proud of you and so glad to be your mother.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Saturday Says 2/52

“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” 
― Henry David ThoreauWalden: Or, Life in the Woods

Friday, January 9, 2015

It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52

I love little random trinkets and charms. They make me smile and think happy thoughts.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Thursday Thoughts 1/52

No thoughts today. I'm too tired.

Wednesday What-nots 1/52

M's mri came out fine. He has a pineal cyst, but the dr. doesn't think it's a problem. I am, of course, relieved. But still wondering what's causing him to see things. I am hoping once his sinus infection clears up the hallucinations will as well.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Tuesday tidbits 1/52

I spent all day at the dr. with m. He had the flu last month and has been hallucinating ever since. He had an MRI done.

We should get results tomorrow.

It's been a long day.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Monday Muse 1/52


Street Preacher

I was born in the Great Surplus
Of 2119
Abandoned to my own devices
I wandered aimlessly
Through city streets
For one whole
Year I stood and watched
The people walking by
Scurrying to and fro
And I saw that I
Lacked purpose

I followed a man
With a purposeful stride
To his place of business
And heard him yell
Buy! Sell!

But it was not
What I was looking for.

I followed a child to
a multicolored playground
But I could not join
in their fun

I walked to the countryside
And heard a lovely noise
In a little
White building.
I went in
Was greeted
With joyous exclamation

They lay their
Anointed hands on me
Leaving streaks
Of golden colored salvation
And took me to the corner
Of 8th and Elm

The exquisite pain
As they bolted me in place
Was superseded by the
Bliss reverberating
Through me

Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at hand!

Countless days, nights
I am beaten, battered
And I count it joy
How many years?
I lost track
Until one Monday morn

When the dawn approached
A trumpet sounds
And the redeemed rise to
Meet the man in the sky
I try to rise, too

But the bolts
Won’t let me
And I see the lost
Running through the streets
Looking to be found
And they stand before me
As I tell them once again

Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at Hand!



*i wrote this around 2008 as a response to something I had read on a Christian speculative fiction website

**welcome to monday muse, wherein I share something I've written

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sunday Songs 1/52





I first heard this song at work after I had been talking to a friend about the fear of talking to God. This song came on just after that conversation, and well, it seemed a bit fitting. I had no idea who sang it, but fortunately she did, and it's now a favorite.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Saturday Says1/52

“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, 
Whispering 'it will be happier'...” 
― Alfred Tennyson

Friday, January 2, 2015

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Thursday Thoughts 1/52





Happy New Year's Day!!

I hope everyone had a lovely evening last night.

It's a New Year, and there are New things to look forward to, to experience, to do.

I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the new year, but I will share them at a later time, once they've sort of settled into place. I've spent today cleaning, so perhaps that is a positive way to begin my new year, ha.

I would like to start blogging every day again. See if I can make it a full year. I will probably do it similarly to before, a theme for every day.

Thanks to anyone who has wandered over!