Posts Tagged ‘dads’

For My Mom: Memories of 295 Union Avenue

When I was 3 and very small, I remember napping in a quiet room.
The scent of lilacs entering my dreams along with the sound of steady, gentle rain…. 
The surrounding trees created a soft, energetic circle all around me,
and this was safe like home. 

When I was 4 and still so very small, I would wander the enormous majesty within our home fences…
Touching purple irises, finding praying mantis’ cocoons… 
I’d crouch in a cool cave made of dark branches and  
shake the white snow bushes, blinded by a veil of magical, tiny flower petals.
I watched in wonder as they settled like white snow drops on my hair and on the ground…

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I took a vacation from blogging. I’ve been getting treatment for my neck injury, and now I’m finishing up my e-book. I plan to up and running in the fall, but blogging is not my centerpiece business, it is an off-shoot business, my counseling practice is how I make my living. I need to run to work as I am writing this.

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