I had to hold my head a certain way to overlay the light reflections across, say, a butterfly. How I hold my head seems important to practicing gratitude, to finding light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down
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I had to hold my head a certain way to overlay the light reflections across, say, a butterfly. How I hold my head seems important to practicing gratitude, to finding light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down we had an eventful weekend of pressing apple cider and playing with friends on saturday, and then attending a very exciting gender reveal party for quinn’s step-niece! he has been elected as future babysitter already for this new bundle of joy, coming to our family in march. once he handed in his historical . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ math goblins in the more immediate sense, i was under a dark cloud, and my thankfulness gland wasn’t functioning properly. i had a vague a feeling of “at least i don’t live in aleppo,” but that just made me feel guilty that i wasn’t getting an A in the gratitude challenge when i should, since i don’t live in aleppo. imagine being ungrateful for all the nachos i am blessed to be eating lately. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ sailor hair don’t care like a message in a bottle, or a time capsule i never intended to bury, i found these quotes waiting patiently in my drafts folder, and a quick search tells me i never published them. a little gift to me from my couple of years ago self, the electronic equivalent of scraps of paper found . . . → Read More: simple poems “once there were a lot of people that planted a lot of seeds in the buried heavier in the rocks of the jetty boulders and the trees grew up and grew branches and from the branches shot fireworks!” ~6-30-11 (somewhere in there, i think he means “heather”) “the top of . . . → Read More: simple poems and stories “the rain comes out of the moon’s tummy.” 1-8-11
“i’m the tooth giver” (tooth fairy) 1-28-11 “we should make our own muffin cases soon. (they are just paper)” 1-28-11 his people, in their garden, had an empty muffin wrapper (post-muffin) that he wouldn’t let . . . → Read More: simple poems i knew that as soon as i posted about quinn’s little one-line poems, i would find a dozen more in some pile of pocket lint lodged for “safekeeping” in a very safe, undisclosed location in my house…. undisclosed to me, that is. 11-18-10 “the trees are making it wind . . . → Read More: simple poems ~ story ice cream in a bowl many of the things my little boy says are poetry to my ears: 12-4-10 on our way somewhere… (i manage to gather a fraction of these bits of poems on scraps of paper and a few of them survive the trip through the laundry in the pocket of my jeans and . . . → Read More: simple poems |
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