"scorched earth"

a poem inspired by my wise mother

is there too much damage to start anew

is there any green that remains untouched

are the skies no longer blue for me and you

are the winds only filled with soot and dust

what does one do when all they know is how to scorch earth

where does one begin to be friends again

what kind of healing is required when all the earth is scorched

but when all is said and done, we do have a choice

grab a bucket of water or torch

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on the eve of new year's eve

Today, like most days, I'm busy thinking.  Today, my thoughts lead me to a place of reflection about the year past and to place of inquiry about what the new year will hold. With the latter in mind more so because, unlike Jay Gatsby, I know that no one can repeat the past, I began to do one of my favorite things- search the web.  Fortunately, my search brought me to an interesting blog- The Art of Simple, which is interesting because I am anything but. However, Tsh ("pronounced Tish") captured me with her post "20 questions for a New Year's Eve reflection".  Just what I needed- an assessment (teacher joke). Interestingly enough, I found it to be quite on point.  Which is why I take the time to share it with you now on the eve of New Year's Eve.  Let me know, as well as Tsh, what you think! Happy Inquiry and Happy New Year!

Click here, assess yourself/kids, and meet Tsh!

By the way, Tamia (my 4 yo), has some resolutions of her own. 

1. No wetting the bed anymore.

2. Sleeping in her own bed all night.

They both sound good to me!

i want to live out loud

Well Hello, It's Me Again!

Starting over is just one of those things that I do on a regular basis.  I tried my hand at this blogging thing once in 2008, again in 2011, and once again in 2013.  While the idea of blogging has been something that has stuck with me, the act of blogging, not so much.  I was sure blogging was for me because like so many others, I have a story to tell.  So here I am trying my hand at this blogging thing once again, and hopefully now I will stick with it. What's different about this time you might ask?  Well, it's simple; I now realize that I have more than one story to tell. Why? Because, truthfully, there is nothing simple about me.  I am complicated. I am all over the place. 

I dream- big. I love- hard. I think-long. 
Join me as I venture to share the many thoughts of my scattered mind.