Passage

We pass through life, from infancy to adulthood,
With pleasures, trials, failures and triumphs.
Each day, sometimes, a small battle
unto itself.
Win or fail,
it makes us who we are,
defines who we are within.

It is not the winning or losing
that is the core of our passage,
it is how we got there that matters.
Doing so with our honor intact,
makes us champions no matter the outcome.
To win with dishonor is not a win.

Despite the fear held within us all,
growing older is not something
that can be deterred, or detoured around.
Our passage from year to year
is a growing gem held within us, shaping us, and growing along
side our age.

When I reach the age of my grandmothers,
I want to look in the mirror and see
someone they would have been proud
to have known.
To stand before them someday
and be welcomed and loved for
who I am, and how I have lived.

Not what I have accomplished,
not what I have acquired,
instead how I treated those
who shared my journey with me.

My mirror image may not show
 beauty on the outside,
but it can show the life I have
lived with love in my heart,
and honesty in my soul.

~k

once a upon a time

Once upon a time my voice called out
to you
and you answered.
It was a cry of surrender,
giving up a search,
but not a failure,
because you answered.
A world of possibilities opened
with just a few words.
Because you answered.
But the call, and the answer
failed...because you let go.
Tumbling, falling,
finding the bottom,
I was alone again once more.
At the lowest point
I pulled myself up,
grabbing, scrambling
finding foot holds
until I could begin to climb once more.
My greatest sorrow...
that you let go.
My greatest triumph...
that I could still climb.

Thoughts

Wondering where you
are now?
Will we meet again?
Is it possible that you
think of me?
Laughing, and supposing
that I shall be tongue tied once again.
I am past the age of school
girl crushes,
but I can still feel my blush.
Slow smile spreading into a
full grin...
I will be watching for you,
and waiting with hope
that I might share again the warmth of your gaze.
and the secrets in your smile.

Possibilities

A smile.
A blush.
My heart beat a little faster.
Warm knowing eyes
watching the pink of my cheeks.
A short conversation
with interesting possibilities.
A glow that followed me
the rest of the day,
my grin firmly in place.
Hoping I will
blush again?
Oh yes.

My day

Quiet
peace filled beauty.
No hurry
no place I have to get to.
An occasional
inquiring meow...
a conversation ensues
in cat speak.
Fiddling, pondering
reviewing.
There is a cat shaped lump under my covers.
Chores pass quickly.
Another feline conversation..
'where is my dinner?'
Fresh breezes pass
through open windows,
bird sing about their day.
Dancing with ear buds
plugged in...
watchful green eyes
wondering 'what IS she doing now?'
Standing in front of the pantry...
what am I in the mood for tonight?
Wrapping up the day,
curled in a comfy chair
watching a favorite old movie.
Slow decent into dream time.
Tomorrow is waiting.