please smile to yourself so i know you are there
today was terrific. slept in..... when i was finally able to open my eyes, i felt rested. i enjoyed the afternoon.... did some laundry, dishes, swept, vacuumed.... even organized my herb drawer. it felt good to be so productive.
sometimes it is important to ride the wind as a bird, looking down at the tiny little specs of humankind.....
or not-so-kind humans..... when the breeze changes to a gust, breathe deep and know that you are among those that know..... i like the random blurbs that pop into my head these days.... i find myself working on many songs.... ok many being 4. 4 is a good number. i like squares. and triangles. and spirals.
the man is coming home tomorrow. 4:10 pm CST.... i can hardly wait to feel his arms around me again. 2 weeks passed as slowly as 2 months. this is the last night my bed will be empty.
rock the eff on.
wednesday was sad. i had to attend a funeral.
grief.
anger.
youth left wondering why.
a mother's tears flowing freely.
flowers. bittersweet memories.
silly images on a screen that came out of the ceiling.
little sister paying homage to her childhood friend.
me: reading words of solace from my younger brother.
my mother watching her best friend mourn the loss of her youngest son.
19 years old.
his sisters and brothers feeling numb.
words of comfort.... cliche advice.
prayers and lamentation
where are the words?
where are the words that bring peace to those in despair?
where are the words to bring hope to those feeling helpless?
where are the words that move souls to a place of contentment?
there are never enough words......
rest in peace, Brett William Eaton.
sometimes it is important to ride the wind as a bird, looking down at the tiny little specs of humankind.....
or not-so-kind humans..... when the breeze changes to a gust, breathe deep and know that you are among those that know..... i like the random blurbs that pop into my head these days.... i find myself working on many songs.... ok many being 4. 4 is a good number. i like squares. and triangles. and spirals.
the man is coming home tomorrow. 4:10 pm CST.... i can hardly wait to feel his arms around me again. 2 weeks passed as slowly as 2 months. this is the last night my bed will be empty.
rock the eff on.
wednesday was sad. i had to attend a funeral.
grief.
anger.
youth left wondering why.
a mother's tears flowing freely.
flowers. bittersweet memories.
silly images on a screen that came out of the ceiling.
little sister paying homage to her childhood friend.
me: reading words of solace from my younger brother.
my mother watching her best friend mourn the loss of her youngest son.
19 years old.
his sisters and brothers feeling numb.
words of comfort.... cliche advice.
prayers and lamentation
where are the words?
where are the words that bring peace to those in despair?
where are the words to bring hope to those feeling helpless?
where are the words that move souls to a place of contentment?
there are never enough words......
rest in peace, Brett William Eaton.