my 2 year old granddaughter would say "open, open, open" whilst holding her wee arms up to be lifted "up". . at first I would try to correct her, then realized that what she was saying WAS the correct word....she was right. I had shut down. so I quit drinking and joined AA. Sober 1.5 years now.
I make the old mistakes in new ways. I sigh.
I move 90-yr old mother-in-law out of 50+ year home. She lighter, yet so heavy. I sinking under history of all her 102 lbs weight. I sad.
I watch daughter graduate... I proud, I happy, I sad.
I notice I feel better when I work outside.
my 2 year old granddaughter would say "open, open, open" whilst holding her wee arms up to be lifted "up". . at first I would try to correct her, then realized that what she was saying WAS the correct word....she was right. I had shut down. so I quit drinking and joined AA. Sober 1.5 years now.
I Open!
I strong and fragile.
I overjoyed and grieving.
I alone and accompanied.
I human.
I lonely
I healing.
I hear the tenacity of urban birds through my open window this morning.
I smiling at Mallard hen with ten ducklings following in single file!
I content, birds are singing very loud.
i watch how much Beautiful seeps in through the cracks.
I sad because of all the fear I see people living in rather than seeing possibilities
I laughing...
"Slipping into her grammar like a drowning man"
You crack me up, Padraig!
Loy the singer
I sad.
I smelling lilacs.