I dream about being a mom more then anything else
I’ve dreamed about my family more then my career my house, my card, the dog.
I’ve dreamed of copious amounts of children
And excited that I was their mom
All just bursting with excitement when I hugs them kissed them
I want to be the one they run to when they cry
I want to tell them it’s okay to cry and understand how to make it better
I want to be the one they call mom
I want to be their provider
Their confidant
I want years down the road for them to call and apologize for yelling me when they were 13 because now they see that I’m right
I want to create children who know how to love
Who love themselves
Who can feel so empowered to change the world.
I want to be a mother to change
I want to be a mother to droppings of love
I want to kiss baby toes
I want to cry at evey graduation and wedding
I want to cheer them on at games
And edit papers
I want to be a mother so bad
But who am I now
And who will I be for them to be proud of
Who will I be before I can be in a position to be a mother
And who’s the father???
Who’s dad because he’s just as important in this scenario
But back to the point
I want to be a mom more then anything
Can’t tell me this ain’t love
I found my bathroom to be particularly interesting.
Why don’t we take photos with curiosity anymore.
Well
Why don’t I take curious photos anymore
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It’s been a long job.
I’m getting calls because my friends and family have forgotten that a few weeks ago I told them how busy and broke I’d be.
And even though they understood my missing presence, I must be leaving a larger hole than expected.
While I’ve been off learning,
I’ve also been missing me.
My routines have been broken and forgotten
My learned habits have become memories
And my forgotten habits feel like new toys in a goodwill window
Reminding me how nice they were and yet I have to remind myself why I gave them up in the first place.
The job is almost over and I’ll be emerging a new person.
Worn and in need of rest
In need of an uplift
A cry
And then another blast of energy to keep me going.
I miss me
But I’m never the same
Day after day
I keep growing
And I need to learn how to take care of me
Day after day
Learn my needs for each day and work with them
Care for them
I need to learn to hear myself more then anyone else
Space Room
Galaxies sparkle
They dance and shimmer
Slide and skate
Stars beam across worlds
Sharing their light
Their energy
Moving constantly
Somersaulting through voids of space
Like a child
Like a breeze
Like water
But it’s light
Energy
Felt but not seen
Corrupting darkness
Emulating
Illuminating
Exuding
Preciousness
The fragility and strength of that energy
Can build and destroy
Light that gives warmth to dust
Dust under pressure form rocks
Through manipulation
Intricate timing
And chance
Galaxies bear the the constant pleasure and pain of life.
“This, too, I carefully explored: Even though the actions of godly and wise people are in God’s hands, no one knows whether God will show them favor. The same destiny ultimately awaits everyone, whether righteous or wicked, good or bad, ceremonially clean or unclean, religious or irreligious. Good people receive the same treatment as sinners, and people who make promises to God are treated like people who don’t. It seems so wrong that everyone under the sun suffers the same fate. Already twisted by evil, people choose their own mad course, for they have no hope. There is nothing ahead but death anyway. There is hope only for the living. As they say, “It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion!” The living at least know they will die, but the dead know nothing. They have no further reward, nor are they remembered. Whatever they did in their lifetime—loving, hating, envying—is all long gone. They no longer play a part in anything here on earth. So go ahead. Eat your food with joy, and drink your wine with a happy heart, for God approves of this! Wear fine clothes, with a splash of cologne! Live happily with the woman you love through all the meaningless days of life that God has given you under the sun. The wife God gives you is your reward for all your earthly toil. Whatever you do, do well. For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom. I have observed something else under the sun. The fastest runner doesn’t always win the race, and the strongest warrior doesn’t always win the battle. The wise sometimes go hungry, and the skillful are not necessarily wealthy. And those who are educated don’t always lead successful lives. It is all decided by chance, by being in the right place at the right time. People can never predict when hard times might come. Like fish in a net or birds in a trap, people are caught by sudden tragedy.”
Ecclesiastes 9 NLT
I will say I can , instead of I can*t.
It’s no longer a word in my vocabulary.
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