Going...going...

The cake part deux? The cinnamon candies I received only Wednesday ?

The blooms, Spring, the kids' youths...

my youth...

my morning coffee

the book I just finished...

another week,
another day...

My point, hehe...

Fit it in, fit it all in, even when it seems it might drive you mad. Every blink, every bird call, every bite, every book, every thought, every word we write, every piece of creativity we pour from our minds through our tools, marks a magical moment from our one treasured life.

If I can remember that everything counts, everything, then nothing is wasted.

Nothing.

Much love to you today and everyday

xoxo

ps. Adding to Bella's 52 Photo's Project {Stripes}

pss. Thanks for all the support in finding cake #2, it was delicious, made by here

All too brief

All too brief are the moments that hold me still. I sweep by the cat knowing he begs for my attention. I turn and see him gazing at me with those large green eyes. Soul gazers... that is what they are.

As I sat and watched you in your piano lesson, I didn't see a 10 year old. I saw a 2 year old, with the same eager smile, the same playful energy, the same long lashes that would soak with tears if I left your sight. My own eyes begin to well and my vision blurs--"No!" I thought, not here, not in front of your piano teacher, you would be so embarrassed! But you must know, I won't tell you now, but one day you must know, that my heart bursts with love and pride for the boy you have become, for the man I know you will be...
I look away until I'm sure my eyes are dry, pull out the checkbook, and write.

So much to hold, so much to embrace, all of it, far too brief.

xoxo

ps. Thank you all for your comments of support and experience on my last post. I am grateful for every single one...


If I Were

There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish,
even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.

If I were a Sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind.

From A Thousand Mornings, Mary Oliver