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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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 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 began, to find new spaces to spread out and thrive. Millions of wishes launched and caught on a breeze all at once; somehow being entirely connected and yet entirely on their own journey.

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Any Old Day Will Do
Any Old Day Will Do

I collect bits and pieces of versions of you I didn’t even know, and somehow it makes me feel less alone, as if an old friend is staring back.

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Joy of My Life
Joy of My Life

Willy’s crazy energy, which I thought was entirely too much at the time, proved to fill in our home with so much love. I miss him: his big spirit and all the joy he gave us. How lucky we are that he swooped into our lives and ran rampant with our hearts.

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What Had Hold On Me

Today I saw a patch of wild dandelion blooms lightly lifting in a vortex carrying them 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 began, to find new spaces to spread out and thrive. Millions of wishes 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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Looking Back

The marriage hadn’t been healthy since I could remember but we were all holding on to some semblance of what we thought was the thing we had to do; the way it had to look.

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Formidable Ambiguity

There are versions of you that haven’t been born yet. 

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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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