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With These Hands

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I used to play violin, piano, mallet percussion With these hands I used to do cartwheels, back handsprings, all sorts of gymnastics With these hands I used to make friendship bracelets and other crafty things With these hands I used to write volumes upon volumes With these hands.
I caught my babies as I birthed them With these hands I cloth diapered, ec’d, bathed babies With these hands I put tiny clothes on tiny bodies With these hands I peeled apples, cut off crusts, and kneaded dough With these hands
I held hiking sticks and fishing poles With these hands  I threw balls and Frisbees With these hands I flew kites up to the heavens With these hands I held on tight at the amusement park With these hands
I support myself with canes With these hands I propel myself in my wheelchair With these hands I struggle more often than not With these hands I type words of frustration and inspiration With these hands
I still Nurture babies and children With these hands Make nourishing meals With these hands Hold little hands, and big…

Waking up...

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Floating on four inches of memory foam, wrapped in a cushy warm blanket, I dream of good and wondrous things. An intruder, usually in the form of a smallish person, rarely in the form of my alarm, jolts me out of bliss and transports me to the world as it is. 


I resist waking up. 


Like most people, I'd simply like to get more sleep. Like many people, I don't look forward to leaving my warm, comfy bed. Like some people, I don't want to leave the land of dreams. 


For the many few of us, waking up means something more.  It means becoming acutely aware of the pain. It means leaving a body that works in the land of dreams to return to a body that doesn't in the world that is. It means facing the reality, once again, that I am limited to what my body decides it's capable of that day. 


When I sleep, I dream of hiking and biking and running after my kids. I dream of writing and painting and digging in the dirt. 


When I'm awake, I dream of hiking and biking and running after…

So long ...

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So short!



So long...









So short!

A Date with a Vampire...

Today was the day. I'd like to say I sprang from bed after a good night's sleep and was ready to go on time., but I won't considering Skella Girl was up from shortly after 1AM until shortly before - or possibly shortly after, I lost count - 4AM. First she was up because she had a bad dream in which something bit her finger, which meant she needed to 1. climb in bed with me and tell me about her bad dream in full detail for 20 minutes; 2. exclaim that her finger hurt in real life and she needed a cold cloth for it; 3. get settled in to "bed" on a mattress on the floor because she was too squirmy to sleep with Mama and Daddy. Then she realized that she was going to "the vampire" in the morning and proceeded to ask 127 times if she was really going to the vampire and really going to see her own blood come out of her body and quintuple check that they would definitely not let her take a vial of her own blood home with her. This took hours. 


Skella Girl bound…

Friday the 13th: The 16th!

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Sixteen years ago, sunlight danced off icy branches as a new day unfolded. Standing on the porch of my childhood home, I took a few moments before appointments and preparations to breathe, to pray, and to enjoy the dawn of a new chapter of my life.
The morning was a blur of activity during which I didn’t have time to think of more than what needed to be done in that moment. All of a sudden, there was quiet and calm. In those moments of silence before taking those first steps, my thoughts filled with thankfulness for the blessings in my life and wonder at the things I survived to get there. At the first strains of music, my heart leapt in joy and anticipation of spending the rest of my life with my best friend.
My Dad walking me down the aisle; my beautiful maid of honor and the “nice Amish boy” (if they only knew!) best man; the flower girls in gorgeous handmade dresses; the ring ninja protecting the rings from any and all threats; musician friends playing and singing, even if they co…

Epiphany Pageant

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Did you know that angels spin in the light of distant stars (or ceiling lights) while the shepherds guarding their flocks by night discuss the happenings in Bethlehem?
Can you imagine anything more adorable than three little angels proclaiming loudly, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men"?
Did you realize that there were two magi, both girls, one of whom dropped her treasure, but neither of whom dropped a line, and that for once presented their gold, frankincense and myrrh at the proper time?
Don't you wish you were there to see a visit from an angel, Cinderella in a manger, three comedic yet informative shepherds, and the miracle of only one of the numerous children needing a bathroom break in the middle of the pageant?
Me? I feel blessed to have been there to witness the holiness, preciousness, and spontaneity of every minute of it. Even if several of the minutes were spent in the bathroom.


Vampires...

The most excitingthing is going to happen next week. Alia has been waitingforeverand it's finally going to happen. She's going to the vampire! She gets jealous every time I need to go, as she's fascinated with the human body and therefore thinks that blood being sucked out of one's veins would be a really awesome thing to witness. And nowshegets to have blood sucked out ofherveins. What could possibly be cooler than that? Well, other than having x-rays of her own skull, that is. 


Who knew the prospect of getting a blood test could be so thrilling to a three-year-old?


Oh...and she's a bit sad she doesn't get to bring home a souvenir vial of blood...