favorite quotes

“I define connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgement; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.”  ~Brené Brown from The Gifts of Imperfection

“Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do” Annie Dillard

“Women catch courage from the women whose lives and writings they read,
and women call the bearer of that courage, friend.”

– Carolyn Heilbrun, The Last Gift of Time: Life beyond Sixty

For things to happen …you must write
– G. Lynn Nelson

You do not become good by trying to be good but by finding the goodness already within and allowing it to emerge; which can only happen if a fundamental shift occurs in your state of consciousness.
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to your Life’s Purpose

 

“It’s not what you produce as you write that matters.
It’s who you become as you write that matters.
Louise deSalvo, Writing as a Way of Healing

 

Nature invites us to discover connection. This is the same invitation of poem-making: . . . these connections become catalysts for insight. . . As we write, these interwoven elements help us to discover more . . . about how our life is ultimately connected to everything around us. Sound, imagery, rhythm, metaphor, personification are all ways to express natural connections. –  John Fox, Poetic Medicine

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an ordinary day

Thanks to the Daily Challenge for the invitation to share this writing:

AN ORDINARY DAY

For ten days I lived the learning curve
of diabetes, partnering with my beloved son
to help his through maternal leave,
given the grace of time to relish
each extraordinary moment.

The first hour’s sing-song babbling
lifts from crib to giggled hugs and undercover
hide-and-seek en route to the day’s first blood glucose test
followed by calculations of insulin and carbs,
breakfast planned to even out
the hours to come.

This child, so gentle and joyful of spirit
accepts each poked finger and prodded thigh
with grace, a lesson I cannot fail to notice sets
the warp of our day through which we weave
our patterned way, each hour
a new adventure.

From Grandma’s blocks we build
to hold what he loved at the aquarium –
octopus by the elevator climbing glass walls,
his giant purple sac blowing up bigger then smaller
carefully reconstructed through his two-year
old imprint, giant tank within winding
ramp, sea lions sunning beyond.

He recalls with pride how he placed his hand
in the pool where flat rays swam shallow circles
requiring him to dip, lean and shriek with surprise
when the flappy gray surface floated beneath
outstretched fingers, feeling like velvet
fleet and brief, tickling his hand
again and again.

We chant the trains that took us there —
‘one train, two train, three train, blue train’
and back – ‘one train, two train, red train, bed train’
to test, insulin, lunch and rest. Later, we’ll
relive the adventure with Brio trains,
tunnels and bridges arcing us
back to the present.

Past supper the day’s reduced
to favorite books, moonlight and song
stories lingering among the family
of bears lining his crib, a round
of Dona Nobis Pacem circling
him in love’s embrace.

How the layers unfold like
an origami crane in flight; then settle
back to nest, each hour building bridges
between love and need, grace wrapping
itself around this wondrous gift
of an ordinary winter day.
swb ©2017

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