All That Glitters.

Is it the girl in me?

Perhaps an innate ability to be

drawn to the light?

Whatever it is. 

My kids

sure find it funny when I pause…

for a moment I’m lost in the changing glitter sequins

of this toy at the grocery. They giggle and moan, but

are stuck here, too. What does the fascination hold?

All that glitters makes me pause.

Grateful in my heart.

For that sparkling snow.

Transfixed me.

Wondrous it can be.

Rain falls. Steady rhythm to the ground.

Slowing some as the sun pokes out.

Drops dance in the wind. Glittering.

Dishes, you will have to wait as I am

transfixed. Lost to the moment

as the rainbows emerge.

Is that a sparkle?

A twinkle?

I see in your eye.

As you erupt in laughter

over something not quite right.

It really is funny. A mishap

to delight. 


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When Was…

When was the last time a conversation was exchanged

with more words than raspberries and giggles. Whispered

sniffles and delighted screams. Oh, I do not know,

but I think it appeared on a dream as summer came to an end.

Dew fell on the grasses and I bent to the wind. Fallen silent as I

contemplated the irony of it all. Escaped my mind to find…

When was the last time I danced with abandon. Not a care in the world.

Oh, yes. Yesterday. When that song came on the radio, and the mop

became a friend and we danced. Between fits of giggles and high

pitched squeals of delight, not mine, but yours…

and well…I stopped some where, between the moments,

longing for when…as the last time did not matter. No. This time, 

right here. Was. All. That. Mattered. Is all that matters.

Living fully in the moment, whatever that may be. 🙃

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

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I Have Grown Fond

I really enjoy the quiet. The goldfinch pair

nesting in the tree in the backyard. Their babies 

crying for food.

The day the fledglings took flight. Reminding me of my kids 

when we take a trip anywhere. Constantly

chattering and chirping about anything. With a million ‘Mom look at this’ thrown in.

My brain scatters in a million directions as I remember to breath. Which sounds odd,

but I have this awful habit of breathing shallow, which is like not breathing at all. 

In overwhelming situations I need to remember to breathe. Just breathe. 

My mind singing, Just Breathe, as I remind myself. Which causes a whole meandering

of other songs as I try not to get stuck on that one. The one that always gets stuck. 

The one I cannot remember anything, but a few words. I even think the tone

is wrong as I quietly sing it to myself.

Looking for comfort in a day that felt all uncomfortable. Like clothes that get wet in the rain.

Drying to a stiff, chaffing fabric. Making it important to remember to breathe.

I really have grown fond of the quiet. The one that sat between those thoughts.

While I watched the goldfinch family teach the young to fly. The fledglings chirping

excitedly as they swooped down to greet a chicken. Who looked slightly amused or confused.

 I laughed out loud. Enjoying the quiet between thoughts. Between words. Between ‘Mom!’ Demands.

I really enjoy the quiet.

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Magic Lasts

Golden sparkles of shear light fluttered from his eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to know what lies behind.

He said to feel the golden glow. To breathe light everyday.

She must die a death. Kill the past. Kill the future. 

Let it die away.
Live for this moment now. You’ll find your spark that way.
She thought it sounded wonderful. Practicing she did.

Felt the glory of a moment. Wrapped in eternal bliss.

Yet holding it. Was fleeting. It hardly lasted long.

Those beautiful moments she longed for. Had gone.
Back to his side. She said how it worked.

He laughed a little and explained 

The past for her was alive again.

You cannot recreate a moment that has past.

Stay here in this moment

where the magic always lasts.

Bursts Of Rainbows

Surrounded by the colorful, fragile orbs.

She sat. Observing the giggling.

The laughs. The creations. The bond.

As the orbs circled her.

Making popping chimes in her ear.

Wind shifting to blow them away.

Back.

Away. 

Back.

Undulating.

Like the laughter.

Like the moments leading to this.

Perfect creation.

Bubbles of joy.

Those Moments

The ones that try to steal the magic.

The ones that try to steal the joy.

Those moments where the madness tries to sink it’s teeth into me.

I don’t want those moments, any more than others do.

I just want the peace and love. The quiet soothing, too.

Yet those moments exist for what it’s worth.

To cultivate gratitude and give new dreams birth.

So I will endure those moments as best as I can.

Always waiting for them to pass with the lesson I needed to learn.

Upon the passing I can say the day will be all the brighter.

Thank you God for those moments that cause me to lean more towards the light.

You Sat On Me!

Plop. Down like a brick.

Ouch. Man, that was quick!

You giggled that giggle that warms and melts souls.

I braced for the numbness to pass.

Did I mention how heavy and hard you plopped down?

Ouch. But that’s okay. Because you are growing everyday.

Very soon. It won’t be cool. To plop on mom’s lap. 

So I will take it. Enjoy the moment. For as long as it will last.

Because those moments always pass. Leaving me with the reverberation of your laugh.

Hoping I was present enough to soak in all the details that make being your mom so very rewarding.