In my heart

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

kiss heaven gently

on snowy quiet & frozen brows

xxoo