Another great day in my life
yes... today was another great day in my life.
I saw new faces...
some scary... some amusing...
and some a little sad...
I smiled... and they smiled back.
It was good.
The sky was immense
the sun kissed my face
and I didn't bother to fix my hair.
I didn't have to look up
I could "feel" the sky...
it's bright blue stared back at me...
and I knew I was free... and complete.
It was good.
It was very good.
Between the Latte and orange peels...
the seesaws and getting lost on our way...
I lived a dream...
I lived.
Joy was me
I was joy
I will remember today
Today will remember me
It was so good...
so good...
Today truly was... another great day in my life.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Meet your world... again.
Waking up...
New Day.
Hello.
A million universes created in a mili-second.
New rays of sunshine reach my skin.
Newness abounds.
Yesterday's page was written...
what will we write today?
I stretch... mmmm... "could probably use another hour..."
and I meet you again...
I meet you again.
His kiss on my forehead.
treasured greetings whispered...
a dancing 6 year old rubs her eyes as she stumbles out of bed
her world wrapped around my embrace.
Trains and tracks built around my pillow by 3 year old hands
and I smile as I reach for 'Thomas the train' in my hair.
chubby 9 month old legs learning new steps... as I take my own steps for granted.
and I meet you again.
I meet you again.
Hello...
Thank you.
Thank you.
What shall we paint today?
New Day.
Hello.
A million universes created in a mili-second.
New rays of sunshine reach my skin.
Newness abounds.
Yesterday's page was written...
what will we write today?
I stretch... mmmm... "could probably use another hour..."
and I meet you again...
I meet you again.
His kiss on my forehead.
treasured greetings whispered...
a dancing 6 year old rubs her eyes as she stumbles out of bed
her world wrapped around my embrace.
Trains and tracks built around my pillow by 3 year old hands
and I smile as I reach for 'Thomas the train' in my hair.
chubby 9 month old legs learning new steps... as I take my own steps for granted.
and I meet you again.
I meet you again.
Hello...
Thank you.
Thank you.
What shall we paint today?
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