like any parent, I think about my children all day. I lay in bed at night thinking of their future, their lives, giving thanks for their health, and in awe of their birth and the shear magic that brought us together. Like most of the world, I worry about there being enough, about doing the right thing, and constantly balancing myself between wants, needs, fears, and just trying to be on time-
During simple tasks, I think of my own parents, my own ancestry, and I am so often humbled by the utter HUGENESS of being human.
today was a very quiet day.
quiet when we spoke of "samo",
& of mazy,
and even between friends, there wasnt much to say.
just prayers & love to these children, parents of children, & to their friends who will miss them so much.
WINTER
is about
having to make light
while in darkness
so i will light the fires
& roast the seeds
and we will meet
our eyes
in the warmth of a good meal
full moon
cheeks glowing
with wine & whiskey
your woolen bits
with wine & whiskey
your woolen bits
kiss heaven gently
on snowy quiet & frozen brows
xxoo
