December 29, 2011 Image

Today I am thankful for blue skies and sunshine, after too many gray winter days in a row. It is a beautiful blue sky with white fluffy clouds and the glue of sun behind a particularly big one. Awhile ago I took the screen out of my oldest son’s second story bedroom window. He’s old enough it isn’t a safety hazard. I removed it so that on spectacular sky days I could put my camera out the window and photograph the sky from higher than ground level. It draws me closer. As I type this note the sun is no longer obscured behind a cloud, and the warmth of the bright rays engulf me as I stand near the kitchen window. Yes, today I am thankful for blue skies and sunshine. I needed them both, more than I knew. ~ Janean

December 29, 2011 Image

it is a crazy daisy kind of day
oldest son feverish and flu-ish
husband getting unhooked from 48 hours of chemo around noon
getting groceries in the six o’clock hour
that’s a.m.
I smile as I spy them in the bin
as I round the corner toward produce
the bin where all the half price bouquets go to wait
for the right shopper
the one who stops and takes a look
taking time to admire the varied assortment of grocery store flowers
oodles of crazy daisies
figuring it is $3.49 well spent
they are the first thing I put in my cart
even though they are never on the list
I head home by seven
as the sky begins to brighten
they are arranged in a vase on the kitchen counter
it is a clear vase, but they turn the water purple
I love that
coffee is done brewing
husband is out the door
time to get breakfast
not sure what is after that
sinking into home today
reading my new book from the library
making it up as we go along
yes, it is a crazy daisy kind of day here

December 6, 2011

child of whimsy

baby mine

I love you so

my daughter

mine to raise

alone

just you and me

out in the world

we’ll dance in the rain

splash in puddles

and jump in leaf piles

in the fall

we’ll throw snowballs

make snowmen

and swing so high

on the swings

in the park

we’ll pick bouquets

in Grandma’s garden

chase butterflies

by day

and fireflies

by night

laying in a hammock

we’ll watch the clouds

move across

the summer sky

we’ll laugh

skip

and fill one another up

with joy

I’m smiling as I write

this poem for you

my daughter

about to be born

due one month from today

these promises

I make to you

we will go adventuring

I will be there

always

loving you

my firstborn

child of whimsy,

romance, laughter and love

Ella Bella will you be

now and forevermore

jayarrarr’s story about Ella Bella:

http://jayarrarr.tumblr.com/post/13708111427/ella-bella

jayarrarr’s Ella Bella Poem Challenge:

http://jayarrarr.tumblr.com/post/13709329881/ella-bella-challenge

December 4, 2011

The truest sentence: December 4, 2011

I think I woke up too early, and am still a little fuzzy, and that I missed my window to go back to bed because my oldest son just woke up and turned on the TV and there went my Quiet Time and the day has officially begun as the sky brightens outside my window.

December 4, 2011

I think too much

It it better to be followed, or be a follower?

How does one have time to do both?

Read AND write?

Part of me feels like I need to get all the other voices out of my head and just write.

Sing my own song.

Even if it is a little off key.

Even if no one wants to read it.

The other part feels like by reading the work of others, I am inspired and nudged and prodded to keep going, and say what needs to be said and tell the stories inside me.

That the two go together.

Like symbiosis.

Which is different from osmosis.

Mostly, I think I woke up too early, and am still a little fuzzy, and that I missed my window to go back to bed because my oldest son just woke up and turned on the TV and there went my Quiet Time and the day has officially begun as the sky brightens outside my window.

~ Janean