lady cordelia

typewriter

I have this thing about old typewriters.
Are you surprised?
And I never set out to look for one.
You know-
It was one of those things.

But then a friend dropped one off on my doorstep
Today
with a lot of other items for my kids.
A chair that spins around.  Purposefully.  And that’s all it’s meant to do.
It’s low to the ground.
(From Ikea.
I love Ikea.
The Brad won’t let me shop there.
I get it.)

Anyway.
These things kept us occupied for hours.
The typewriter.
The well-worn chair from Ikea.

It’s a kid chair.
I couldn’t fit in it.
Sure.

So
I figured out how to make the typewriter unstick
(you know how the keys can all glob together)
And when I got it to work
I worried about where I would ever get more ink.
I’m like that.

And I left the room & looked online quickly.
Saw it was possible.
Phew.

Went back to the typewriter.
And then I sat typing & for a moment
I thought about being a kid

how I used to sit in my dad’s office
typing on a typewriter
his voice on the phone
always confident
& leaning back in chair
feet crossed on desk

me on a typewriter
not unike this one.

Today I typed these words:
“let’s be together forever.”
cause that's what came to me.
I'm like that.

The comma came out as an apostrophe.
It’s been a while
since I’ve used a typewriter.

home

******* Oh how I love this time as starry moments pass I catch them in my hands place them in rows and water

find a clearing

heron flew her nest to show us all the graceful nature of nature (and there is a heron in this photo, look.)

on a morning before christmas

on a morning 'fore christmas, with coffee in hand a mama helped elves make bracelets, headbands ornaments also O Mama's so blessed with her little elves and a holiday mess

rainy

* the paints come out on rainy days the colors fly in all the ways that girls can paint I will then clean a white wall once now pink and green Think I'd rather join the fun pick up a brush & paint a sun such is the life a mama knows the constant art of letting go.

how we spend our days

This is how we spend our days. We hang around. Keep house. Write letters to fairies (they write back, by the way.) In my opinion, life is just too damn short to rush into any other world There will be plenty of time (too much time) for the loss of innocence. My dream is with enough of this living (this sweetness, this clarity) this living wonder will prevail & sail them through the rest of it (no matter what.)

beach haiku

dolphins in our view little mermaids play on land oh, treasure of life!

my boy

Around the time of 9/11 when the world seemed void of heaven Lots of hard things happened then to me. But this boy came to my life worked hard to make me sacrifice stifling pain for running beaches (chasing after him with leashes.) Tho years have passed & I'm not the same I don't think he's bygone those days not completely. a tad bit of anxiety Needs to just be next to me life so bright summer sweet and his face upon my feet.

cowgirl

Met a horse learned to lope

was a cowgirl so I hoped

brushed the mane held the lead

dreamed a little Western dream

pretended I was lassoing

dusty stars and galloping

A heroine cross miles and seas

tales of deepest bravery

then I walked him to the stall

hung the tack upon the wall

thanked him for obliging me a

nd went home to my family.