RAIN DROPS

Rain drops patter down

On my pain

Healing waters

Where drought had been

Nourishing

Quenching

Tear-shaped drops

Replenishing

Landscape of my heart

I’m still here. It’s been quiet here but I’m —STILL.

I’m still singing along to the radio

I’m still lying awake and staring at the ceiling

I’m still asking why

I used to post a quote of the week, every week! That was way back in 2012/13-ish. So I came across this quote on Instagram and it resonated. It was 3 am, but I don’t think that had anything to do with it. 🙂

So I’m on a bit of a rant today. If you’re a mom, you might feel the same. On Saturday May 8th, I had a nice face-time call with my son and his girlfriend. Of course, we got onto the subject of mother’s day and what my plans were. Then I remembered last year’s mother’s day, and I told them about how I turned on the television in the evening, to see what wonderful shows/movies might be on.

I first heard of this book while scrolling Instagram. A fellow art journal creator had posted a stack of inspirational books. Being that I’m intrigued by FK, the exceptional woman and artist, I took note of the title.

The Diary of Frida Kahlo An Intimate Self Portrait by Carlos Fuentes, has had a profound effect on me. I wrote in my own journal, “I feel grieved to come to the last page. I can’t say that I have felt that way about any other book.”

Unfortunately, I became a sad statistic last Friday, April 2nd. I found myself at a Covid-19 testing site. It wasn’t that long ago that I would drive by such a site, and see the cars lined up and wonder just how sick were those people to wait in line for an awful test? Now I was one of those people and I knew just how sick I was to get in my car and drive there.

Do you dab life away? What do I mean by this? Well, I’m currently taking an online watercolor class. This is a new medium for me. I’ve painted in oils and mostly acrylics. Watercolor is a different animal altogether. I find myself dabbing away what I’ve put on the paper. In fear. Fear of what? Paint blobs.

Wishing you a lovely Valentine’s day. Many say it is a Hallmark occasion and plastic but I say it’s what you make of it. Why not celebrate love?

This poem was written for me by my Beau in around 2005.

Pride is one of the 7 deadly sins. Ironically, it’s an important part of the parent/child relationship. Have you ever heard your mom or dad tell someone how proud they are of you? Have they ever told you directly how proud they are of your accomplishments or just YOU in general?

Sharing a poem I wrote a few months ago. If you’re feeling the grips of fear, and who isn’t currently, then I think you’ll enjoy this.

Unafraid

 
 Unafraid of the darkness
 Eagles perch in wait
 Watching our movements 
If we dare

 Swooping in delight
 They carry us afar
 Up, up to
Aquarius night star
 
We float upon
 Clouds like jelly
 Aspic on our tongues
 From melted lies we left behind
 
Our flight to the horizon
 On breadth of Eagle’s wings
 Lifts our spirits 
To unimaginable height

In the inky sky
 Older now
 We learn
 To soar not crawl
 
 Unafraid of the darkness
All fear subsides
As we fly above obstacles
That no longer block our lives

-Lisa Thomson Wells