Tag: dreams

  • Everyday valour

    Everyday valour

    Walking into a place you’ve never been Being the only one in the group to say no Knowing when to say yes Knowing when to let go Standing up when you see something that’s wrong or unkind Leveling the playing field so that everyone had a chance to play The courage in every day choices…

  • Endless love

    Endless love

    I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…

  • Costume

    Costume

    This veil I wear is short and bleak And hides a bitter truth My colours aren’t vibrant or rare, My face not long of tooth I watch from behind this safe place In a costume of a sort While the world passes me by In a strange and unfamiliar sport My heart is firmly attached…

  • Heavy

    Heavy

    My stomach feels as though it’s lined with a weight. Loaded up with rocks and set adrift in the ocean. I could lecture myself all day about the need to breathe and stay positive, but today just isn’t one of those days. Something in the air, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the number 13. I’ve always…

  • Everyday magic

    Everyday magic

    Why do I love writing? For the same reason that I love to read. In only seconds, I can fall through into a new world, far from whatever is going on around me. In a flash, I can be sailing on the ocean, Fighting pirates for the gold. I can be feeling the absolute devastation…

  • Goodnight

    Goodnight

    She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…

  • So what I’m still a rock star

    So what I’m still a rock star

    I’ve figured out that February is a hard month for my hair. Looking back every year around this time, I am overwhelmed with the need for change- but change is hard when you have responsibilities and people you care about sometimes. So, I’ve apparently been taking it out on my hair for many years. Usually…

  • The night shift

    The night shift

    The longest day in the calendar is the one where you didn’t sleep the night before. It appears the gastro has descended on the house of Gooden. It made its appearance with the sounds of my toddler throwing up at midnight. And one am, two am, three am, four am, and then it was time…

  • Let sleeping toddlers lie

    Let sleeping toddlers lie

    My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…

  • Warmth and silence

    Warmth and silence

    It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…