You are so loved day.

It’s Father’s Day.

Today I ache.

For my babies,

and for what they deserve.

They deserve a loving father,

not one who left,

and then let bad choices end his life at an early age.

They deserve honesty.

Not a man who said he would show up,

forever,

but won’t do the work.

They deserve

the sun,

moon,

and stars.

They are my everything.

I pray they know it.

I pray that they know I love them enough to make up for the men who have failed them.

I will show them,

everyday,

how precious they are.

I will surround them with loving friends and family who show up,

in rain or in shine.

We are reclaiming this day.

It is now called

You are so loved day.

Because that is the truth of this day.

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Everywhere I look

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Everywhere I look,

she is.

The angel ornament on the Christmas Tree,

her lovely smile,

in a framed photo on the mantle.

In stores,

it is gifts she would have given,

songs she would have sung.

Her love surrounds us,

like a warm blanket,

soft and cuddly.

and yet,

she is gone.

Away from my sight,

my arms.

I miss her voice,

her wisdom,

her hugs,

so dearly.

I know that she is here,

loving us,

and yet,

so far away.

I miss you Mom,

everyday,

everywhere I look.

 

You are…

You are a radiant. Glowing.

You are a glorious flower in God’s garden.

You have a clear vision for your life and you are manifesting it.

You are insightful.

You are brave and fight with honor and strength of your ancestors.

You are paving the way for the next generation.

You are worthy of your own focus and love.

Your laugh tickles the insides of those around you.

Your smile is like sunshine.

You are blooming where you were planted.

You believe and others do too.

You adventure to wild lands, majestic peaks and golden beaches.

You are a blessing.

You are grounded in faith and love.

You bring hope to those who have lost it.

You are truth in action.

You are… loved.

 

 

 

 

 

Ocean blessing 

The sun radiates light, making jewels on the ocean.

I taste saltwater on my lips from the waves crashing on the jetty.

A seal surfs in the water, murky from the storm yesterday.

I sit. Rest. Breathe. Pray.

The ebb and flow of the ocean is the music I hear.

My family plays around the corner.

My partner the pirate, chasing wayward soldiers and kite flyers.

These are the moments that fill the soul, warm the heart and make memories for years to come.

How grateful I am.

I see a whale surface on the horizon, a happy birthday to my love.

A seagull flys towards me again, playing in the breeze.

I feel the spirit of my mother here. She waves a wing to me as if to say “I love you forever”.

I know she sees me. I feel her giving me strength and patience, grace and kindness.

I see her spirit soaring too.

She shares this day, this ocean blessing with me.

Stand free 

Stand free they say from their Ivory Tower. 

Speak louder, 

but not too loud. 

We will tell you what volume is acceptable. 

Do you speak Mexican? 

Your skirt is so short, you must want some attention? 

Words spoken from a plantation mansion, 

still echo in the current White House it seems. 

Ignorance and privilege wrapped in a navy blue business suit. 

Knowing what is best for people who are different from their bland white bread. 

And yet never tasting the flavors of chipotle, 

saffron 

and cumin. 

Just salt and pepper please, 

but really, 

just salt. 

Why are you raising your voice? 

Does my intelligence upset you? 

Will you educate, placate, dominate and subjucate until I’m too weary to stand? 

No. 

You won’t. 

Why? 

Because I am a woman, 

a mother, 

an ally 

and a friend. 

While you are golfing, I am reading. 

While your wine chills, we are organizing. 

While you are playing the stock market, 

we are  lifting up difference – 

because it is beautiful. 

So, no thank you for your patriarchal oppression, 

your judgement and your hate. 

Your cages no longer apply to me, 

because I am a woman. 

A loud, 

educated, 

cooking with all of the spices, 

mama, 

and I am standing free. 

One in a Million 

I gaze up at the stars tonight, 

millions of sparkles welcome me. 

Their gleeful twinkles light up the sky.

It’s not often enough these days that I pause and glance heavenward. 

Full days are the normal, 

Vacation a word from another season. 

Tonight as I gaze up, I remember my grandmother. 

It’s like she tossed her pearls in the air and they stuck to the velvet up there. 

Thanks Grandma. 

Someday, my mom will join her in the sky. 

It will be sweet for them to be together again. 

My mom will be the diamond, 

the one that radiates from the inside, 

with the glow unparalleled. 

She is one in a million. 

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you a Lion raging at life,

or a Mouse hiding from it?

Do you run like a Cheetah,

slide like a Snail,

or glide like a Manta ray?

Do you sing like songbird,

cuddle like a Koala,

or play like a baby Panda?

Do you think you are in charge of everything?

Or do you flow with what life brings you?

Life has a way of lifting us to great heights and bringing us to our knees.

The question in all of this is, who are you?

Do you ride these ups and downs with grace or struggle.

Today I choose the songbird, river otter and eagle to guide my way, with song, playfulness and ease.

Today, who are you?

 

Twilight 

This time of day, 

after the shoulds, the musts and the have to dos are done.

The kids are tucked.

The dishes are running and the laundry is drying. 

This time of day is for me. 

I open the bedroom window, 

to a chorus of frog song. 

I feel like a queen on her balcony saying goodnight to her adoring subjects. 

I turn on the bedside lamp, choose a book from the 23 in the pile, 

and flop down on my queen bed. 

I fluff and snuggle until all the pillows and blankets are just so, 

and then, 

I exhale. 

And read. And revel in today’s beauty. 

And give thanks for the blessing of today. 

I found time to miss you

I’ve been going like a freight train, 

for awhile. 

The last time we talked, 

you said you wanted more, different. 

And then the talking stopped.

I went my way, 

sad, but not super surprised. 

This is the first weekend I have had to myself, 

in 10 years. 

I found time to miss you.

You have brought so many gifts into my life.

I am grateful beyond words. 

I know it’s going to stick this time, 

and then, in the same breath I want to invite you over.

It’s a process I guess.

The rain comes down on this spring afternoon, 

I bet it’s sprinkling wherever you are too. 

Be well. Be better than that, be spectacular.

Because that’s who you are. 

Waiting for the season to change 

I can feel it coming, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

The clouds are bursting with raindrops,

nourishment for the baby vegetables just we planted. 

I have seen more rainbows in the last two weeks, than I have in a long while. 

Daffodils are trumpeting “spring is coming”. 

We wait in anticipation of the sun on our skin again. 

My favorite barista is dressed in all flowers. 

The party I will attend tomorrow is “bright colors only, no black or gray allowed!”

We are all beckoning the light and warmth to return.

It will come, in the right season. I know this to be true. 

Today, we welcome the raindrops and know that spring will come soon.