Tag: prose

  • Underwater slow motion

    I’m dreaming of the weekend, Wondering if I’ll get to sleep in, or do a thousand things instead. My soul is a lead balloon dragging me down, in to the still channels Where the fish float by Examining me with their large, unbelieving eyes. Confused to see the surface dweller Within their midst. I shake…

  • Home again

    Home again

    Home. My interlude by the sea almost forgotten although it was only a few hours ago, I quietly crawled into bed to the warmth of my loved ones. The soft sound of little breaths, a whistle and a snore filled the air, while he dreams sweetly beside me. They missed me, as always, but I’m…

  • Intermission from home

    Intermission from home

    I boarded the plane, turning my back on my home and lifting into the skies. As we soared over the mountains I was filled with a sense of awe at the beauty and enormity of nature. Snow already covered the highest peaks, but the sky was cerulean blue as the sun beamed down. I caught…

  • Manic Monday?

    Manic Monday?

    Today started out with a bang- literally. I’m pretty sure the sound of me hitting the floor after missing the last few steps was loud enough to qualify. And of course, this was after waking up an hour earlier than normal, after an alarm clock on a long weekend Monday broke into my dreams. The…

  • Life and the fall of summer

    Another month gone, the summer draws to a close. I see the leaves changing, yellow and orange appearing as though the green was dipped in paint, An art project one of my kids left out to dry. The summer was so short and now again I feel the chill in the mornings, barely above freezing…

  • Midweek musings

    Midweek musings

    I took last night off my blog. I’d thought about writing, then deliberately made the choice not to. My year of blogging dangerously was over months ago, but I’m happy to find that it has remained a valuable part of my day, on most days, at least. Yesterday however, was not one of those days.…

  • Thoughts on an open road

    Thoughts on an open road

    Memory is a funny thing; It feels like just yesterday when I last made the drive, back and forth through the never-ending prairie skies Today they were overcast and grey, Sometimes the sun shone down, Sometimes the rain was in my way. My thoughts ran rampant, Steering their own destiny as we drove So many…

  • Thursday thoughts

    Thursday thoughts

    Thursday is my new favorite day I think. All the anticipation of the weekend without any of the despair of time wasted. Tonight, the weekend looms full of promise, with time to spare to get all of the things done that I’d like. It seems to stretch out indefinitely, with plenty of it available to…

  • Sick tummy Tuesday

    Sick tummy Tuesday

    Ask any parent and they’ll tell you- there’s absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of having a nice, silent cup of coffee first thing in the morning. Especially when that peace and quiet is broken by the unmistakable sound of a toddler throwing up on the carpeted stairs on their way to destroy your morning.…

  • Sick tummy Tuesday

    Sick tummy Tuesday

    Ask any parent and they’ll tell you- there’s absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of having a nice, silent cup of coffee first thing in the morning. Especially when that peace and quiet is broken by the unmistakable sound of a toddler throwing up on the carpeted stairs on their way to destroy your morning.…