You Guys, a Part of my Home

Sometimes I think about you humans while I’m out. I was in Aisle 7 the other day and had the urge to just get home and write about how often I hate that I hide when I see someone I know.
I feel the comfort in my soul to know you are here. That I can come home to you and it doesn’t matter if you haven’t read all my posts to know what you can about me, but just the fact it is out there for your eyes to find.  It’s part of a success. The amount that is laid out here, it is fascinating for my heart to feel.

It makes bringing the dark and scary and wobbly personas of myself to the table (outside of WordPress), more of something I feel capable of doing.

Thanks Cyber Room. For helping to make the other rooms of my house be filled with more me.
Thank you.

 

Merge of All

The colours blurred their concerns, tucking possibilities under their layers. Coatings of secure tapped systematically into wardrobes of bravery and the space knew it was ready to be willing. 

Frenzied globes in excitement broke open in glee and all parts of all worlds in every crevice, leaked beautifully. Upon contact courage sprang to feet, possibilities uncovered sunk it’s teeth into colour and the merge of all things was clear, right, and the only. 

Life tells me I’m beautiful

I’m in the middle of being far away. I let the sunrises and sunsets become sightless greys and blacks and I know I’m a wreck when I don’t touch eyes with fellow shoppers. We are people that have the useless power of slumbering through our days standing up.
I drive to work and I get there and think there is nothing I noticed. There is no shape of house or height of tree that I let myself acknowledge. I just pushed air with the car, pressed pedal with foot, and got there.
I don’t need to challenge myself to point out life.
I am apart of it and my brain and heart are too and if I let sunsets and rises sink under my skin, I then become everything there is to see.
Life tells me I’m beautiful, I just need to tell it
that it is beautiful too.

My 4 Year Old Has Said These Things

“My nose is broken when it’s stuffed up. “

“Mom, I have another ask. “

Me: “The moon is very far away. ”
” No it’s not. We just need a bunch of ladders.”

” Did you cut your blood off?” ( referring to a cut on my leg )

“Santa is 68 kilometers years old. “

“Can Santa see through the roof?”

“Did you put it through the dryer?” ( referring to pan friend ham  )

Limousine is “limonose”
Peanut Butter is “peener butter “

” We are hearts, so we hurt.”

” There is sun in my body that melts it.” ( Referring to chocolate he just ate )

 

 

Click here for things he said when he was three.

 

 

Conceivement

Candles broke the darkness,
in a wavering blend of ocean strings,
playing for the pale blue wall
the motion all for hopeful king.

The light unleashed the power
in a concert of eyesight sound,
the slow and tender features
came swift in rubber crown.

Wax of inherited warmth
now hardening in trend,
the symphony now slowing;
crownless king to dance again. 


With royalty and stillness
the room is brought to flame,
the heat enough to boil love
inside where life shall reign.