Sorry for the quiet, everybody.
Sorry for the quiet, everybody.
When I was little
Grandpa told me
the secret to success.
Little as I was
I old myself
to each their own.
cowed behind a desk,
On the heels of Mother’s Day, it seems like an agreeable topic, no? Done right, there is no greater foundation and no greater strength than the family…
“Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. They help us define who we are; they provide something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world.”
“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.”
“Friends are “annuals” that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a “perennial” that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There’s a place in the garden for both of them.”
White are the grains
sprinkling life between us.
Red wraps the heartstrings
of the child’s morning cry.
Green sprout the seeds
of soul, nurtured in your light.
Signs the friends and family know me well:
The easy route would have been ye olde classic Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift cards, but this just goes to show they understand the beast that is writer in my heart. The character naming sourcebook is particularly fun, as it will now cut down significantly on my website hopping – while telling me all this little nameophile could need to know about names throughout various languages. And one can always use an update to their Writer’s Market.
Time to figure out who the new kids on the block are this year…
Merry Christmas, everyone!
It’s been a strange week since then, one with its ups and its downs. Being my natural clumsy self, within the first 48 hours I managed to get in a bike accident that took off most of the skin on the bottom of my palms. However, I also managed a great deal of exploration, photographic discovery, and plenty of quality time with family and their friends.
It’s an interesting place, Colorado, and the land is made infinitely better by family. Undoubtedly, in the days to come I’ll have more to say on the mountainous terrain – more pictures and more poems to give homage to the majesty to be found here, but today, to start this new week out, and to re-establish the normal flow of things around the Waking Den, I would like to kick things off with the latest Quote of the Week, with this week’s focus being family, in all its wonder. Cheers, all.
“An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship.”
“What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life – to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.”
Raise me up
From breathless sound,
The song you sing—life’s song—
The motions and the rhyme
Ring in lessons, tender
Borne on emerald winds
The flowering will always be remembered,
The bloom you brought
With hands held and patient eyes,
Even in depths of mathematical madness
Where children were not meant to play,
Even balancing worlds upon slim shoulders,
Step softly so little eyes won’t see and—
Ever, always watching you
Stir what might otherwise dwell
Hidden in the reeds.
* A special dedication for mother’s day – I know some other corners of the world have already had theirs, but the sentiments remain. For all those amazing women out there that put up with so much (I know we can be a handful)…here’s to you.