My Heart Speaks Here
- April 02
- I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like!
Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance.
The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are.
I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world.
There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.
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“Are you sure?” I asked a second time.
“Yes,” she said, smiling.
My sister-in-law had baked a beautiful cake. She assured me it was Heidi-friendly. One bite sent me into orbit! I hung around the dessert table staring at that perfect creation like a mira… Read full post »
I was nervous, but there was nothing to worry about. The kids in our children's theater company absolutely rocked at dress rehearsal today! They spoke clearly, stayed in character between lines, and nailed every song.
I could get hooked on the look of triumph that crosses a… Read full post »
i resist stillness
believe coffee alone
to send me
into the day
i know better
pull a blanket
over my shoulders
feet, crossed legs
words i've heard for years
sanity saving syllables
pour from my… Read full post »
Grandma Katz was growing weak, appearing older than her 76 years, afflicted with an illness that grows in the soil of a life time spent worrying, compulsively focusing on a perfection that lives ever on the planes of impossible. She lost weight and her ability to speak. She needed lots… Read full post »
In my early twenties, I drove in amazingly beautiful and equally dangerous weather.
The first time, on a bright afternoon, snow flew in swirling masses toward the windshield. I could only see a a few feet beyond the hood. I was in a sideways funnel, easing down the highway… Read full post »
I'm stalling in the place between poetic prose and silence.
Quiet, intimidated by everyday life and the prospect of accountability, routine.
I wither there, I think.
Or do I?
I don't really know anymore.
Some semblance of routine has proven fruitful.
I feel insecure here, sure the anvil waits, restin… Read full post »
Watch this short video before reading further.
Last night, I almost didn't take my boys to the library for a viewing of this documentary. That would have been a huge loss.
I completely forgot there was even a viewing to attend, too wrapped up in… Read full post »
arms like a rag doll
nowhere to go
praying to ease
i must go
where i know not
the faces of pain
i see/… Read full post »
Since I joined Open Salon last September, I've been considering writing a post where I tell how Sharon, aka Mimetalker, has influenced my life. My first thought was that I should ask permission, then she left this:
Ann, Thank you for a wonderfully revealing Open Call. I'm glad to hear all is well. Looks like you have ample reading material for the rest of the night and probably tomorrow too!
1 – I tune people out when they're talking to me (not all the time, but/… Read full post »
what are you gonna do with all this quiet
hold it at arms length with your face turned away, singing, "nanny nanny boo boo, you can't catch me"
tap it out in free verse
carry it in your pocket for another day only to find quiet… Read full post »
My children don't read most of what I write, but they know other people do. They only read stories about themselves and facebook status updates where I tell that Super Man is in the building as a way of sharing that my son's been in the dress up box and… Read full post »
Indecision is the first clue, then guilt. Spontaneous creativity that normally makes family life fun begins to fade, replaced by direct, plain spoken instructions like, "Go to your room. Close the door. Come out when you're no longer interested in insulting your brother."
I wrote in… Read full post »
We are a sea of bodies
each on a mysterious
We are a sea of souls
We could reach each other
I stretch my right arm
I am a line
a wisp of smoke
first… Read full post »
My husband works long hours. So often, days will pass where I am always with my children, when not a single fight or incident between the boys occurs, nor a single break where I am only dancing to the beat of a single drum, my own. When there… Read full post »
I'm late to the party. I hadn't planned on attending. The words, “grilled cheese” kept flashing across the screen and I kept ignoring them, mostly.
The faintest desire for one of those comfort sandwiches would rise up, but no more so than any wisp of want for one of… Read full post »
"Mom, tell me a bed time story, something that really happened."
"Well, when Chile was less than a year old..."
1993 - I live in a single room in a converted hotel. I'm sound asleep. One morning, some time before my alarm goes off, I feel… Read full post »
in a sea of love
a fetal form
steady beats her heart
her wings unfold
on either sid… Read full post »
What do you want to write?
I want to write every minute just in case I want one back if only in shadows and only for a moment. I know I can't write music, how my spirit arcs and I don't know where I've been.… Read full post »
But since you weren't, enjoy! Hang on to the end, there's a chance you'll smile (either in enjoyment or embarrassment for our family, or both).
What's in the yellow boxes mom?
Oh, I get it!!!
Outside my window...
A couple inches of fine white snow on bare branches, five pine trees in a row, two garbage cans on their side (from morning pick up), a bench and a five pointed star on our neighbor's fence. Snow still falling.
If you read this post, you may remember mention of odd talents for a woman nearly 40 years old.
Behind me is amazed niece (in pink pants) before she met me eyeball to eyeball at which point I twisted sideways and fell over.
I know, no form… Read full post »