I have always been enchanted by words. Their impact, their subtleties, their power. Ever since i was a young girl i have found myself in awe of what follows in the wake of heart full “spelling”. Writing as if life was a poem, a beautiful wish… a place of feeling that will hold every emotion with you. There is so much I wish to pass on to my boys, what moments of grace have saved me in times I felt broken or lost, too dependent or confused. What beauties and joys and times of raw connection have led me to appreciate in this life. As a teenager, and perhaps at others times in my life, writing has saved me., given my heart a voice, even if I have kept myself silent. That was all that was needed sometimes to feel ok, to be heard. My wish is that my boys will never feel alone, will never fall low in heartache. At the same time, I would not deny them such gifts. I can only hope once they surface, they see how it is all so worth it and how very much they have been loved
This blog began as a Christmas surprise for my in-laws and my parents. These beloved grandparents to our boys, always showing such love and support and interest in their growing grandchildren. I have been writing journals for my boys the past 6 years and know their grandparents wish to hear more of these writings, to experience some of our day to day adventures, to know the sweet moments of our family and perhaps the insights I have gained along the path of motherhood. Many of these writings are of my day to day engagement with life… pieces of who I am, thoughts from the heart of a mother I wish to pass along to my boys one day.
I can hear a sweet melody
Jewell – Dreamer
Beneath it all
And it says brave dreamer dream a new
You won’t always dream by yourself
You won’t dream by yourself
Everybody’s got to sing along
“Do not run from you monsters, for i hear they can heal you.”
-J.C. Hawes, written on the wall of Sugarhouse Coffee
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
Shel Silverstein
47 River Rocks 