Tick tock, tick tock How many minutes does a heart hold? Each cell born with a predestined number, the end at the beginning already decided Do we influence fate? Or bow to its will?  How much of what I do matters? Would the path be the same without my involvement? I like to think I…

Everything has a season, a time to be the grass grows when it ought the moon moves the sea Each spring the birds lay their young alone in the nest love from the heart is sung an gift that’s their best a child grows as they should beautiful and unique impossible to change, even if you could…

Once again it’s five am. A bunch of songs run through my head about early mornings but I can’t catch most of them. Thankfully today isn’t starting out as an ear worm day.  Instead, I’m soaking in the feeling of coziness with my coffee and my TENS machine on my bad foot. It’s my bad…

It’s a sad thing really, how fast two free days get filled up and disappear in a puff of smoke, like someone in a souped up hot rod laying rubber through an intersection. Don’t get me wrong- I had a great weekend, it just never seems quite long enough. I get all these great plans,…

This week has worn me down. I find the days go so fast, and yet they seem to all repeat the same thing over and over. In my little cubicle in the world I deal with microcosms, and have only small windows into the world of others. I really do like being able to help,…

I’ve been thinking about ways to make my days meaningful, every day, not just occasionally. I find so often we walk around being busy- get up, pour coffee down to wake up, exercise, get the kids going, go to work, come home, grab a kid for an activity, feed kids, put to bed, pass out.…

Sitting with my coffee I review the day before and the day ahead. I wake up at the usual time, but decide not to exercise- my cold has made my sluggish and sore.  I sit on the couch with my little love, who coughs harshly then smiles at me, happy with something a puppy on…

I wonder if life would have been different if I hadn’t been in the middle. growing up, worrying about being on time, getting everything done on time. feeling guilty if I didn’t do what I was supposed to. Being responsible. sensible prudent I was always dependable. The designated driver, the worker who would pick up…

Note to self- all we have is this moment hold your loved ones tight there is no later smell the babies head, kiss the toddler, hug the teen moments are fast then gone. Be present in this moment     via Daily Prompt: Later