Posts tagged ‘time’

more squirrelly thoughts

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the past is finite

the future is infinite

and

the present – it just is……

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all in a manner of speaking

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inspired by a ‘past’ movie night with my boys – X-Men: Days of Future Past

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(ps:  I enjoyed the movie very much, although I did need a chaser of Tylenol afterward.

Thank heavens I have Marvel geeks for sons!!)

February 18, 2015 at 4:24 pm 38 comments

~ standing ~

in front of us

stands time.

never knowing how much,

how little.

staring and wondering,

wanting to touch it.

to grab and

hold tight ~ never wanting to let go.

though standing

in front of us ~

time is not still ~ always

crawling, walking, running, leaping ~

beyond what we can see and not

see.

time will always lead.

I will always follow ~ until

time no longer stands

in front

of

me.

February 18, 2015 at 2:26 pm 10 comments

to soar…far

~

from miles away,

your words

speak softly in my ear.

each word tapping into my senses

creating

a wealth of emotion ~ ~ ~

unleashing the spirit

to soar

above the heavens

into

a realm of dreams

and

~ desire ~

where

infinity

defies

all boundaries

of

distance

and

time

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photo(4)

an afternoon sky

August 28, 2014 at 3:18 pm 18 comments

marbles

i

woke up

this morning

all present and

all accounted for.

as the minutes ticktocked by,

one by one they slowly fell –

rolling away…far from my grip.

by nightfall, my basket was empty.

it seems i have lost all of my marbles!

April 21, 2014 at 3:14 pm 19 comments

a singular moment

˜˜˜

˜

briefest of moments…

anticipation flutters

alone  – not lonely

purest of joy becomes strength

before the curtain rises…

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Paquita - 1987

Paquita – 1987

dedicated to the artist in us all

April 10, 2014 at 2:50 pm 10 comments

“I have to make a movie…”

little man with Lego’s

dreaming his magical stories

bigger man with camera

filming his magical dreams

A future Spielberg?

A future Spielberg?

back in 2008 – leaning against Barney, scouring Entertainment Weekly magazines, with his 6′ Oscar behind him

big camera

2014 – using the grown up ‘stuff’

when Jordan was little, he would say ” I gotta make a movie” and then run away… to his toys and Legos…

NOW

when he goes away to school, he tells his crying mom

“I have to make a movie”

March 11, 2014 at 3:00 pm 6 comments

nine years ago…

March 6th, 2005

pee2

the day she came home

face on a website

a precious discovery

love at first snuggle

mommy, daddy and brothers

a family’s new beginning

being stalked

supervising mommy
while she cooks for the boys – 3/5/14

March 6, 2014 at 12:49 pm 8 comments

my everything

my boys are both here

it is quiet no longer

i am now complete

my little nutty boys

tiny pictures taken many years ago….

Yes, a complete set and with Sydnee Pee a balance has been achieved.  Much laughing, cooking, eating and ‘cleaning’ to be had with lots of tum tum, walkies and cuddles.  Life is good.

December 22, 2013 at 2:51 pm 7 comments

…train ride…

………

a high-speed train to nowhere

is how i see my life

on tracks with no direction –

littered with much chaos and strife.

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there are times i am fully aware

i know perfectly what to do

then

there are others

when

i am drowning –

completely lost

without even a clue.

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sometimes i wish i could vanish –

disappear without leaving a trace

but

then

I could not imagine leaving –

not

being a part of the human race.

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then

there are those moments i get to thinking …

will all be worth it in the end?

will i be pleased with the roads i have traveled…

including the final journey…

…………………………………….

the one in the distance –

around the bend?

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i know the answer already

but it is hard not to reflect –

for me it is another way of trying to think

of being thorough and circumspect.

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i do realize the answers will present themselves

when the train reaches the end of the line

until then i will sit in my seat

doing the best to live –

to navigate

my

life.

………

July 31, 2013 at 7:01 pm 23 comments

almost gone

in less than a month,

he is going away,

my baby is going away.

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he will be off on his own,

away from his home,

the only home he’s ever known.

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i am trying hard not to cry,

not to shed one tear

keep a smile on my face,

leave no trace of my fears…

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no trace of my fears –

– in letting him go

– not hugging him tight

or looking in his eyes.

not having him near –

– sitting by my side

– hearing his laugh

or kissing him good night.

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i know i must let go –

let him go his own way,

go out into this world

what else can I say …

but

i love miss him

and

will miss him

so,

so

very

much.

July 25, 2013 at 1:02 pm 25 comments

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