
Sometimes Hope comes wrapped in tan and black fur, with floppy ears, a big lolling tongue, a long wagging tail and the name, Blue.

Sometimes Hope comes wrapped in tan and black fur, with floppy ears, a big lolling tongue, a long wagging tail and the name, Blue.
Today is a mystery
sort of wide open
with things that need done
not sure I want to do any of them
so I will do some
one appointment I won’t miss
and no, it’s not the dentist
I hope it’s filled
with family and friends
with laughter,
smiles, hugs and grins
the tears need to stay at bay
I don’t have time
for you today
so far
so good
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
In reply to the question I posed in, “I think too much”, earlier today
takingstockofwhatmattersmost wrote, “You must walk along the razors edge of reading and writing…not to mention family, friends, work, etc.”
I cut myself on razors.
I am not good at juggling.
I am not good at balancing.
I am not good at boundary setting.
I tend to be All or Nothing.
All in.
Or all out.
A Balanced Life is the In Between.
Striving for that.
May take a whole lifetime to achieve it.
I’m having a hard time with this lesson.
Hoping I have more ahead of me, than the years I’ve lived to date.
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
I walked alone last night
along the festive streets
families migrated downtown
to see the live window vignettes
with a holiday theme
the crescent moon was shining
the streetlights were brighter
a white horse ambled by
pulling a carriage
something special
out of the usual
I wish my family had joined me
at the art walk downtown
where I went to see my friends
for quick conversations
shared smiles and hugs
and to see their art
glad I went
for a bit
as I drove home
alone
Elvis was crooning
“Blue Christmas”
from the radio
I got misty eyed
a lump in my throat
my head already hurt
maybe it ached
from unshed tears
accumulating
behind my eyes
I didn’t test that theory
and held ‘em back
a little longer
headin’ home
for rest
in the night
December 2, 2011 was F1RST FR1DAY in downtown Bloomington. How I love, and look forward to goin’ downtown on the F1RST FR1DAY of every month. Even if I go alone, I don’t feel lonely. The studios and galleries, and the artists within, are very welcoming and always glad to see you. Even if you’re just admiring, and not buying, their wonderful and varied works of art. ~ Janean
© Turquoise Tangles
Today’s the day.
My fortieth birthday.
Glad you’re finally here.
I’m baking a cake to celebrate.
It’s goin’ in the oven soon.
We’ll eat it after supper for dessert.
Taking my boys to school.
Lunch with my mom and sister in law.
We’re The December Birthday Girls.
Goin’ to Red Lobster.
Seeing a friend about some cookies.
They will be the Art Club snack.
Settin’ up for Club.
Makin’ art, with a roomful of energetic children.
My sons included.
Then Home.
For the rest of the night.
It’s going to be A Good Day.
How can it not be?
Family, Friends, Art, Cookies, Cake and Home.
Sounds like The Perfect Day to me.
I’m plannin’ to ROCK forty…
it is The New Thirty after all.
Love,
Janean

the sounds of children playing
drift up through the floorboards
and travel up the basement stairs
the sound of the television drones on
one room over
I am sitting alone
as darkness falls
all around
listening
daydreaming
e-mailing
thinking
time to wash the floor
time to wash the turkey
time to cook the cranberries
time to cook the giblets
time to think about supper
for my family
tonight
I see the sun set
through the front window
from pale gold on the horizon
to the palest of rose
moving skyward
the houses and bare trees
stand out in silhouette
this is me
procrastinating
© Turquoise Tangles