my mom. my dad.
maybe the one thought,
really has nothing to do with the other thought.
i mean, a photo of my mom and dad.
and thoughts of spring.
but i'm a december child.
and counting back time and months,
it must have been a spring fever that brought me
into this wonderful world we call life.
but as i decided to write a line or two tonight,
mom just called
and god its always feels good.
in just the way she says
" i miss you...
so i was just thinking of you and wanted to hear your voice. "
and its usually in moments,
that i'm really just missing her and thinking of her too.
and isn't that the wonder of family. of friends. of love.
the way thought can pass thru distance,
even time.
and that thought just made me pull out a book from the shelf
margaret atwood. cat's eye.
when she says...
"time is not a line, but a dimension like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in time and exist in two places at once."
sometimes i wish that's just what i could do.
here, where i am now. as this woman i am now.
but with the playful innocence of that little girl
that with the years, became this woman.
and at heart, sometimes i still am that little girl
just as i am the glory of a woman.
so maybe we do live in two places at once.
and with our dreams of tomorrow, we make it three.
anyhow.
its been a blur of weeks.
and so many times i wa nted to capture them here.
the sweet moments. the quiet moments.
hushed moments.
just the random thought of moments.
moments that don't matter
and moments that matter most.
but with time, even those moments blur.
kind of like a faded photograph.
once. and upon a time.
tonight,
i sat amongst the midst of my fleurs,
making rings that need to be sent off on little journies,
bringing magic back to life.
yes, bringing spring back to life.
like a whispering reminder,
that's nudging me along the way.
what is it that makes your heart so want these days?
