Wish

A wish masquerading as a perception of truth;
wearing its disguise as surely as faith wears righteousness,
confusing hope with faith, intuition with desire.

Each day it wakes, knowing the potential of its creation
Believing that all which can be dreamt should be had.
Relishing no more in the miracle of just enough.

By the light of the moon need gives birth to want,
crying incessantly to be held,
demanding the bed of faith, and the food of hope.
In a groggy daze I reach out and take what is mine to nurture
Sickened as I wonder if wish will ever grow to be truth.

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
Plato

fff...fff....fff...fear

I find myself sometimes scared...well...shitless.
Not because I watch too much news or because I think some terrible thing is going to happen to me. Sometimes I am afraid because I know that at the end of the day, no one is responsible for me, but me. Sometimes I am afraid becuase I feel the responsibilty for the life of my child. Sometimes I am afraid because I can't quite tell which is more terrifying....a life of happiness, or a life of struggle. In these increasingly frequent moments I long to be held.

Perhaps it is primal, like a child crying for their mother. Perhaps it is spiritual, a person crying out to their god.

Can all fear be held in a strong man's arms?
And if so, does the strong man never fear?
But if he does, who is to hold him?

I wonder....

Stand By...You

I am so thankful for all the standing my friends and family have done with and by me. Love you....

Birthing Day

Inexorably drawn to the darkness,
The tides rise and fall.
Held in the hand of the night.
Held in the heart of creation.

Mutual surrender, blissful silence,
Broken only by the moans of light beckoning
In pain without fear.
In love without doubt.

A moment held in eternity,
Released in eternity.
Destiny revealed.

All the forces of the natural world-
Conspired and delivered on their promise.
Gleaning a truth where thoughts are of the stars, and man exists without body;
Where all the love in the universe can be held in a new mother’s arms.


I love you Kyle. You are the greatest blessing in my life.
Happy 4th Birthday!

Love,
Mama

Breakfast

"It's best to try to believe at least three impossible things before breakfast."
-from Alice in Wonderland