Reviewing “The Plague” How an absurdist helped me to understand how to articulate to my son about how the fear of the unknown may rattle his life each and every day, but it doesn’t define it.
Tell Me What Christmas Is
Tell me what Christmas Is….. A young child asked, sitting in front of a Christmas tree
What is a Father?
What is a father? Does having a child make you a father?
Ownership alone shouldn’t quality, just having a title isn’t good
Tears, pain, joy, laughter, acceptance and surrender
These are the measurement of fatherhood.
Smile a smile
So laugh or smile, And when you do
Soon laughter and smiles, Will fill the rooms
And isn’t that more fun
Then a room full of gloom?
A Bleeding Heart
A Bleeding Heart
Do you have a bleeding heart?
I looked across the way and saw them, all hanging in a row.
Reflections on COVID-19 and our generational gap
Nurturing the Seeds of our future
They, our mothers, determine what will come
It is the results of their best efforts
That we see reflected in, everyone
Noticings…….It is the noticings that matter. Sometimes the noticings are not noticed…….all impact on us, consciously or subconsciously. What are your noticings today? Or not noticing….. 🙂
The journey is fast
It always had an end
Through all of it, Mom and Dad
I understand now – you were the real friend
Cultivating Connections in Cultures
Connections in Cultures. The sultry movement of an abdomen. Swaying and pulsating to the vibrations of a tabled accordion. Naval piercings, the sensual metronome, keeping the pulse of the beating belly. Gold round chattering bracelets. sensual sweat collecting along the forearm.
Frontline During Covid-19-Redefining First Responders?
COVID-19 has introduced us to a new type of invasion war. Creating a new “frontline” of soldiers fighting in a new type of army. The younger generation right now are helping to support the older generation and our economy. Has COVID-19 changed the definition of frontline and first responders? What are the differences?
My First Memory
My First Memory. I remember sitting straight up on my bed, fully alert, filled with excitement. My pink wallpapered bedroom felt soft, cozy. The sun shining through the white painted weathered window frame of the 150 year old farm house. Later a homemade Barbie Doll Cake. This is joy.
I hear dishes
I hear dishes. They are stacked and being washed. The dishwasher is being loaded.
I hear an offer to go out to the store to get anything we need. There is kindness here.
Making Contact-Drive By Birthday
In our current Global environment, making contact is a big no, no. Rightly so, the spread of COVID-19 needs to be contained and the only way to flatten the curve and grow our success is to remove personal contact from our interactions.