history

Here is a random poem found while cleaning out files. It was written sometime around 1995, I think.

It brought back good memories for me, so I thought I would share it. 
Poetry is not something I do since I’m primarily a visual artist so this is kind of an exception.

 

the dobermans were laughing

with wild abandon

in the back of that old pick up truck

the day before I drove out of Texas

After the poker game

when the money had been exchanged

they invited me to drink tequila with them.

The sun made me forget I was supposed to meet you that night.

Anyway, the sign on the highway said not to drive into smoke

And There were fires everywhere.

Things I can count on in uncertain times

Here is a little list of things I can count on to sooth me in these uncertain times (politically and personally)

1. breakfast of coffee, eggs, toast with marmalade and hash browns

2. giggly children

3. warm husband

4. hugs

5. happy (most of the time) sweet smelling baby

6. nursing the happy sweet smelling baby

7. a hot shower

8. a book to escape into

9. friends to have a glass of (cheap) wine with

10. listening to my 5 yo practice violin

rebellion

Is rebellion part of my nature?

When I have plenty; I live like a pauper.

But, when I have unmet needs and financial insecurities, I have the inclination to eat out, eat unhealthy and do what normally I wouldn’t, spending more on unnecessary items. Why is that?

A 5 year old dreams of God

Here is a rough summary of a dream Eva had last night:

“Mommy, me, Quinny and Talia were walking in front and the sidewalk broke up.”

She tells me that we all ran off, but that she was picking a flower and then, “when I grabbed on, I fell and I started to swim”

(I can’t  get from her if the sidewalk turned into water or if she fell into the water or what, but she was underwater)

“God said, ‘Come over here’ and there was air.”

So, we all went to God, and there was food and water. 

(I asked her if we sat on the ground and she said no, there were tables and that we could have anything we wanted, even cupcakes)

There was a door that we went up through back to our house and “we had to say,”Thank you, Thank you, Thank you” all the time and could go back through.”

 

Then, toward the end of dinner this evening, she sat in her little girl lotus position at the dinner table, closed her eyes and whispered “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You” and then smiled so sweetly to me that I had to join her.

“Thank You Thank You Thank You”

 

 

 

 

thank you for letting me be her mom