Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
The day I decided to take another path was the day my Self had become lost, quivering in a cavity, awaiting the death she knew would come. Somehow, I felt that old pull, that inexplicable connection, that weak tingling of love forgotten, and I stretched out my hand.
I see it in the small things. Sometimes it shines through the cracks of the day, startling me with its very presence. Mended will never be new, but knowing full way its cracks carry the imprints of life lived, it will never seek to be. All it seeks is now small, found in the fullness of one tiny moment.
For a long time, I was of the traveling tribe, longing to experience life in vastly different corners of our world. As soon as I was old enough to escape my childhood town and fend for myself, I tried life on for size in San Francisco, Chamonix, Auckland, London, Hong Kong....settling down close to home... Continue Reading →
"One day, I will cease to be and you will go on." We love our children so they can keep living long after we have swiveled out of this world. But life can throw our expected timeline for a loop. My grandmother, shown with her second son in this photo, was the mother and soul... Continue Reading →
During the night's darkest hours, fear can find me. Fear that I will keep falling until I hit something sharp and crack my skull open. The pulsating wound that ensues lets everything seep out into the open, covers my last spider web thin connection to sanity with heavy blood until it snaps and cuts me... Continue Reading →
To love a child is to know love in its truest form, for it expects nothing in return. To love a child is to glimpse the truth that is intricately woven into the fabric of the universe, to get a peek of what it really means to exist, to bring into focus all that we... Continue Reading →
"Women and children only, please. Stand back and let the women and children through!" Titanic, 15 April, 1912. The iceberg has ripped through the most gigantic passenger ship in history, whipping up the human cargo into a panic-stricken frenzy. There aren't enough life boats to go around. As the grim reality is slowly sinking in,... Continue Reading →
She wasn't a pretty woman. Rough, uncared for skin, thinning reddish hair, calloused hands. Here was a woman hardened by life, I thought. Here was a woman you wouldn't want to be. Her demeanor was direct and unimpressed. As we toiled side by side, tackling yet another semi-identical room, shaking out one freshly laundered duvet... Continue Reading →
Dearest daughters, You are so young, only five and two, and so blessedly contained inside the safe square that makes up your world. On the beach, you shed your clothes in seconds, concerned only with skipping to the water in as few steps as possible. When you get dressed in the morning, your main objective... Continue Reading →
During my own mind's most confused hours, long gone Tolstoy spoke to me from beyond his grave. I am his spirit forever grateful for sharing his own struggle and awakening in A Confession. I know the publication of the same resulted in his exclusion from the circles in which he moved, but having experienced the... Continue Reading →
On Mama's Mind 