For you

Do you ever miss someone you never knew?
I do.
I didn't know you but for a brief moment, you were here and now your gone-
I miss you.
Words escape when I linger on the idea of my love for you. In one swift moment you captured my heart and I willingly gave it up for your keeping. I covet the thought of being the one you loved. I wish you were mine but I gain strength in knowing that there is one who loves and cherishes you more than this soul is able. I must let you go now; there are others who need me more than the memory of you can hold me. Know that as my mind says goodbye, my heart will eternally be bound to yours. My eyes have cried and yet you only visit in my dreams, so, I wait for the day when we will be united. My heart is overwhelmed for in your absence you have given a gift, one that only true love can produce. I will forever miss you but marvel at the thought that for those fleeting moments you were mine.
Love is amazing- it gives so much- holds so little- and yet is always enough.
Forever and Always- your mommy

Sleepy thoughts

So here I am again, late at night and I am racking my brain for something- anything to write on this little blog that I just "had to have". See its one of those things that you think "how on earth can people have writers block- I can think of 15 different things right now". And well here we are talking about how I have absolutely nothing to say. But I think I know why: it isn't late ENOUGH. You see I have this theory. Every time I think about writing or painting or using my imagination in any productive way, I get nothing, a big fat zero. BUT when I get exhausted and decide my eyelids will not make it another second without toothpick props: that's when I am my most creative. My theory goes a little something like this: during the day while I am being stretched in a million different directions, my brain only functions in the capacity that I need it to in that moment. But when my silken hair drapes across my pillowcase in pure perfection and my consciousness begins to usher me into a lulling state of dreaming, then- that precise moment is when my creativity sores. I believe in those few precious moments of suspended consciousness before sleep engulfs our being, creativity is unleashed. We dream in a state of wakefulness with abandoned inhibition where creativity is free to roam and sore, float and swirl around us. If by chance you can capture those moments, hold on tight, free yourself to be still and listen in a way daily life prohibits.
It is possible that an artist is a dreamer who never completely falls asleep.
"You may say I'm a dreamer- But I'm not the only one- I hope someday you will join us- and the world will live as one."
("Imagine" by John Lennon)

Here we go then.....

My brain vs. reality just seemed like a perfect place to begin this little journey. If you are anything like me there is a vast difference between how my brain views life and how reality spits it out at me. In my brain, my world is extravagantly played out with a perfectly scored soundtrack that would have Hans Zimmer foaming at the mouth. But in reality there are no sweet 80's mash ups to "Life is a Highway" and "Pour Some Sugar on Me". Reality smacks you in the face and calls you momma, and as funny as that image seems, I mean it literally. And that reality would be a curly headed two year old and his curious little brother. Brain world: two cuties cantering towards me to graciously receive an endless supply of hugs and kisses while "All You Need is Love" dances through the air like a refreshing breeze. Reality: Two vivacious boys barrel/push/attack and scream their way through a loud and obnoxious version of "Manic Monday" as we hope, yet again, to survive until bed time.
Welcome to my world, it's my life and I love every musical minute.Just remember, no matter what's on the radio, life is just more fun when you are in control of the play list. So give it a try! And share it with us!