The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats The poetry. . . it’s everywhere. Taking time to see it. . .
Running Chatter
Running Chatter
A record of the incessant and trivial chatter running through my head.
Yearly Archives: 2012 I think it was around third or fourth grade when the merry-go-round was the cool thing to do at recess. I remember how it felt to close my eyes and feel the wind brush across my face while the merry-go-round spun at what seemed like lightening speed. I can almost feel the white knuckle grip […]  Eleven years ago today I walked slowly down down the center aisle of a little church with my arm wrapped tightly around the arm of my Dad. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I looked in the eyes of the man who would become my husband. Surrounded on either side by our closest friends and […]  It has been a good week. A fast week and a good one. When an extra day is tacked on to the weekend I find myself in a bit of a confused fog during most of the week. Tuesday is Monday, Wednesday is Tuesday, and Thursday is Wednesday. But Friday? Friday is always Friday because […]  It was just last fall when I dropped him off for that first day. When I watched him turn away from me and embark on an experience that was completely separate from me. I remember the anxiety, fear, and the massive lump in my throat like it was yesterday. I was overcome with uncertainty. What […] |
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