This is ish

This is ish celebrates my slightly skewed perspective on life - husband, kiddos and animal friends. A nod to my old last name, "ish" also speaks to those experiences slightly elusive. It gets tacked on to the end of words all the time; for example: she was creativish.

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A Tree Ring in the Making
A Tree Ring in the Making

Aging gives you a sense of how the years have worn you down and unraveled your edges. It leaves you looking at what you are now and imagining what you used to be. It might even leave you feeling like a gust will win out and you will let go, floating and fumbling off into the distance, tumbling uncontrollably away from the place you had been secured to for so long.

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Lately, I’ve been looking through old photos and finding so many moments of you smiling and laughing, even when things weren’t going so well. It reminded me of something I don’t normally see when I’m looking back: joy. It made my heart light to think of us laughing together; to think of you having fun.

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Running Through It
Running Through It

A river has cut through me for so long now. I’ve let the flow define me. Sure I’ve created places where I forced a bend or tightened down the width; but all the while, it still cut through the landscape of my life and carved lines in my being I never planned to see.

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What Had Hold On Me
What Had Hold On Me

Today I saw a patch of wild dandelion blooms lightly lifting in a vortex carrying them up into the air and out into the field. There were hundreds of wishes getting taken away on the wind. Parts of these plants were carried so far from where they were, to find new spaces to spread out and thrive. They were launched and caught on a breeze all at once; somehow being entirely connected and yet entirely on their own journey.

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Ghosts

It’s as if I’m haunted by the past. The ghosts that are in my world aren’t even true versions of the people who have long since gone. They are eerily present yet wholey ethereal; they could be dispersed by a strong breeze or lost to a loud sound. 

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I Wish

Rather than facing the truth in my present moment, and understanding how that can help me evolve, I continue to visit the past thinking I can rub salve on a sore that is now a scar, hoping to heal it.

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Destination Unknown

Trust the billowy movement to take you out into the far reaches of this existence. You must believe in the journey. Build your vision, stretch your wings, follow your compass. The creature flying toward you is an unfettered friend; a muse in these surroundings. What story do you want to tell?

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60 years later

People love you and they loose you, even if you are still in their life. 

You staple the moment to your memory, to your heart, to the page accompanied by your handwritten mark.

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La Que Sabe

Come sit next to me,
be still my dear.
Together we will listen to…

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I'm Sorry. I'm getting older.

We do it alone and together. We do it with family and friends; happily and begrudgingly. We surprise ourselves and others. We carry on our backs the history we have created while we step in to the future with perpetual hope. There is no other way.

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