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D is for Drafts

On day four, month two of twenty-eighteen, I start the day with 59 fifty-nine draft blog posts some placeholders, reminders, hints, a virtual “project box.” Five Niner! Yes, I collect–there is something in the pattern of placing like items together. Did you know, that I collect handshakes, memories and stories. Oh, and hugs too–but that’s a newer thing. So D–that letter, that big happy mouth smile from pre-emojis days  😀 Dee dreaming, defining, deciding, doing, delay of game,…

A is for

Of course I love the alphabet–it’s the Lego Bricks that make up words, stories, books–the building blocks. Yes, I speak English, Spanish, Engineer, Athlete–plus a bit more American Sign Language than my petite peu du Francaise… Why? not how is the important part–because no one should be the outsider. Well, we are all outsiders in some way–if you have never felt that outsider feeling, I challenge you to step outside of your comfort zone, even if it’s by…

roots

roots–like a tree, not roots like our hair, or a vegetable–wait, maybe… let’s dig a little deeper. Yes, I write. I love numbers, patterns–many people do, they might not realize it. That’s ok–we don’t have to know why we like something to enjoy it–sometimes art is in the eye of the beholder. I use the word FUN, but truth be told, JOY is what I mean–taking the minor moments of life and finding the humor in the…

human emotion

Yes, fear. Human emotion. Strong like love. Okay, I love patterns, I fear labels.   So back to FEAR. Avoiding labels and loving verbs– I write, I teach, I sew, I problem solve, I engineer. Verbs good, labels–not so. I remain idealistic AND fiercely pragmatic.   Bravest person that I know, my home, my heart, my mom–toughest teacher in my high school–yes, indeed–tough but awesome. A superhero–no, cape–more like a heroine transported from days ago, in a land…

sisters in thread

As the season of lights and preparations is here–I recall your smiling eyes and you in that pastel flannel plaid–soft white and gentle blue. Audaciously on the year of the Rooster, we sat like women no, humans always have–over food–talking of those young persons we love, some in school, others back home, and of the men in our lives.  I never met her husband in person–but over that meal, I got to know him–I hope he feels her presence…

Tuning, Timing and Temerity

  Twenty Seventeen; Two Zero One Seven Minutes in Between I share Love isn’t measured in minutes or miles Yes, this year–we’ve buried family and friends, welcomed new ones, fallen down and gotten back up. I’m not sure how, but through grace we do.   2017, oh my–the phrase Earth without Art is just EH–has taken on a new meaning for me this year. Rest in Peace my friend from long ago. So these bookends, these letters the…

Says Who?

Sticks and Stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you. Wait! What? That’s rude! Ok–rewind, let’s place perspective in this post. Today, the 9th day of the last month of 2017, I break my fast, I speak some words–both tempered and empowered by a silent month–a pause in posts. Yes–the unsung hero the… wait–for–it… pause.   Peacefully powerful, providing perspective and playing well with others–unspoken, unwritten, unsung hero–the pause. Seriously, I speak my truth–you future…

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