Thursday, April 24, 2008
and those are the words
that whisper the lesson of today.
silence is golden.
and of all the emotions. hopes, wishes and yearnings i held close today,
they were answered in unexpected ways.
with that of a friend. of endless conversation.
and then simply
in silence. that is golden.
i need to capture tonight.
hold onto it just a bit longer.
as though to let it linger.
i need to embrace and weave the words here,
as though marking them with the black on white of written lines.
but later. maybe tomorrow.
because for right now,
i just want to hold the thoughts and the moments,
close and dear. within.
and if you listen close enough,
you'll hear the hush and calm
and let it whisper over you.
yes. silence is golden.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
of little flowers that are blossoming in the garden.
i stepped outside in the awakening fresh of morning
to pick myself a handful of pretty magic
with a cup of coffee in my hand.
and after doing a bit of this and a bit of that
getting caught up with words and friends
its time to take this sunday spring day by the heart.
heading out to pick up lenny
and go for a walk.
haven't yet decided where the journey will take us.
maybe along the rhine, watching barges pass by.
or up in the vineyards, gazing over horizons and day dreaming sweet.
i just want to let the spring air cascade into me
with a breath that is larger than life...
walking. with open eyes and an open heart.
Monday, April 07, 2008
maybe later. stories of the autobahn. saturday adventures.
but right now
these written words about a letter that arrived in the mail today.
so what did you write in your book of wishes this morning?
because on friday, june 6th, you are flying to ireland with me
and flying back home on monday, june 9th with me and the kids.
staying at jacinta's - all is arranged.
the friday flight is a late flight,
so you only need to take monday off of work.
flight is paid for.
so yes, we are going to ireland!!!
and wishes come true.
and in the envelope, there was a plane ticket.
enough said. i think i'm speechless. still.
i'm going to bed.
and a grateful thankful heart i am,
asking what i've done
to have friends like this.