no, . . . . . . . now!
I think I need to set a specific time of the week, so I will write on the blog on Mondays, and phone people on Tuesdays. (Until they tell me another more convenient day)
I have made a list of things i can talk about. CMT, babies, poems, books, stuff.
And I will not read other blogs right before I go to write mine - its so overwhelming to read everyones beautiful writing and tragic events. I feel like I can't, and shouldn't, add anything to that.
But, life goes on. And I am going to make an effort to join it. For my kids, and my hubby, and for me.
I am an island,
with beautiful warm beaches,
a vibrant rainforest
full of life,
tall snowcapped mountains,
deep caves.
The world is out there.
Sometimes a boat
sails past.
If it is my kids,
they land on the beach.
We lie in the warm sand
(if we feel cuddly)
or throw seaweed at each other
(if we aren't).
If it is other people,
they sometimes wave
as they sail past.
Occasionally they slow
for a chat, then drift off.
But mostly it is
just me.
An island
with beautiful warm beaches,
a vibrant rainforest
full of life,
tall snowcapped mountains,
deep caves.
I will build a marina,
where people can
tie up their boats
and stay for awhile.
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