November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
9 posts
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I See The Moon
I see the moon all soft and bright I see the moon in the dark of night I see the moon all grand and round It makes me think of those lost - and those found.
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“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be...”
– Steve Jobs (via lovelanegraveyard)
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September 2011
4 posts
August 2011
2 posts
““Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be...”
July 2011
3 posts
Today is the day.
Life is moving too fast and I refuse to look back and have regrets.
I will learn to say no
I will learn to say later
I will learn to look away from a mindless screen
and look at my children instead.
look
listen
feel
Moments meant for nothing are mostly missed if you don’t stay mindful.
mothering
and in the early hours of the waking morn we are all mothers. whether mothering a child, a parent, an animal, a plant or a friend - it is an instinct so deeply ingrained within us all. gentle movements, kind words, thoughts provoked, moments scorned - mothering.
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
5 posts
“We should think of education as a kind of intellectual cross-training that leads...”
– Why liberal arts matter - CNN.com (via dears)
WatchThis warms my heart. I had to pledge.
April 2011
4 posts
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
17 posts
Memories mashed momentarily
can’t seem to rid of them
I am reminded of a time so young and bold
truth not told.
Some say young love so brave only exists in a story book -
yet it was my life.
I am many layers. Thick and course, thin and smooth.
I have traveled far
Loved long
Lost hard.
It has made me who I am today
but what are the consequences we pay?
Does time heal wounds so deep?
When I scratch the surface
will I uncover miles of pricks...
You
You are my drug
You know just how to entice me
Give a little time
and you’ll leave me cold
on the floor - just like a junky
on the floor - begging for more
Make me believe again
Make me dream a million dreams
Make me remember
Come to me
Find me tonight when the light
has gone and no one sees
Touch my hand and tell me
this is not all just a dream
The Truth Exists Somewhere
Mystical measurements of time
elude us from the beginning
Do we touch the earth with broken wounds
in order to feel the stinging sensation
of energy filled pain?
Will my fingertips continue to scrape the pavement
as I claw my way up through the ground?
Which clock do I watch
when I want to know the time in your head?
December 2010
4 posts
