Hot drink in my hand and heart on my sleeve…Enthusiastic about life with my kids, storytelling, travel, and adventures. Writer + Community at Water.org.
i picked up my broken pieces of me,
i glued me back together with love
will your broken pieces be bound as well as mine?
i love me
i healed my broken
the morning brings dreams
you here with me, and coffee
i rise and move on
she seemed impatient because she was tired…of waiting. she seemed agitated because she just doesn’t…play the games. she seemed selfish because she was tired…of not being chosen. she seemed insecure because she was told she was wanted…but then, not.
For several weeks I was thinking about it, planning it, dreaming about it…my ascent up Long’s Peak. Was it the location? Was it the mountains? Was it the distraction from everything…
an entry of many
I’ve decided wildflowers actually know what they’re doing. They may not choose the circumstances…