Category Archives: love

from a mother to her daughters.

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happy mother’s day

to my daughters

who have shared in

my seemingly endless graduations

and all of

 our many, many other adventures and misadventures,

i  am grateful to you and love you for this

you’ve made me happy

watching you all grow

from amazing daughters into amazing mothers

you are my idols. 

“i don’t have to be perfect.

all is have to do is show up and enjoy

the messy, imperfect, and beautiful journey of my life.”

-kerry washington

beneath.

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Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

How many years of beauty do I have left?

she asks me.

How many more do you want?

Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old

and your beauty rises in ways

your cells cannot even imagine now

and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe,

having carried the weight

of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame

with winter

and you have decades of

learning and leaving and loving

sewn into 

the corners of your eyes

and your children come home

to find their own history

in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail

ferociously

and have gained the 

capacity

to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea

on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon

and still have a song in your heart

Queen owl wings beating

beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there

beneath the sweater and the skin,

remember?

This is when I will take you 

into my arms and coo

YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING

you’ve come so far..

I see you.

Your beauty is breathtaking.

 

 

 

 

Credits: Author: Jeannette Encinias, Studio Yuki Photography, Thank you Russ Thomas

each other.

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“people fail to get along because they fear each other;

they fear each other because they don’t know each other;

they don’t know each other

because they have not communicated with each other.”

– dr. martin luther king, jr.

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image credit: shutterstock

on fire.

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so much romance
at the car wash today
as this couple wandered around the lot
kissing and kissing and kissing yet again
waiting for their car to be finished
not noticing that their car
was long ago completed
and up front waiting for them.
“the kiss would have been magical I was sure,
if I hadn’t caught my marshmallow on fire and dropped it on his shoe.”
― holly hood, Ink

our last day.

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we spent our last day together

glenn frey the cat, not the rocker

olive the cat, not the oil

and me.

glenn has taken a turn for the worse

and is quickly slowing down

resting in his favorite place

with olive refusing to leave his side

the three of us

sit in the quiet

just breathing

looking out at the signs

of the seasons changing

taking in the breezes.

i think back to his multiple rescues

his funny, crazy ways

his very loud voice

how i often spelled his name wrong

how he acted tough at first

but was really such a gentle giant

how he tried to camouflage himself in the vines and flowers

how he welcomed another rescue, tiny olive

into our little family.

in the morning

there will be

just two of us left

when we return to this room

as we say farewell

to our sweet friend, glenn frey.

even the flowers are sad.