I've been feeling extremely creative the past few days. I've done some more writing, baked an apple crisp and a batch of cookies as a thank you gift, and made a banner for the party my kiddos are throwing me. Next, I'm working on a towel rack made from a piece of drift wood I found in a gorge up in Anderson, California.
Of course, this down time has given me pause to think about what is important. Last post, I explained that I would be sharing ways to take care of yourself. So, after this little poem I wrote, I have a few handy tips and pictures at the end. I think you might have to click on the picture to see the captions. I haven't use the gallery option on my page before. Trying new things.
Where I Come From
I come from the sweet white perfume of orange blossoms
and chicken coops made of scrap wood
Musty books with crackling paper
at the back of cupboards
Dust mote diamonds swirling on
Lemon Pledge air
I come from chicken and dumplings,
corn fritters, and oyster stew
Old cars with dented fenders and
open hoods in the backyard
And ever day I love yous
I come from dancing barefoot on the cold kitchen floor
monotonous piano scales played over and over again
Squeaking chains on the barber pole swing set
old ash trees that kiss each other in the wind
And closets full of Grandma's hideously, beautiful polyester quilts in clashing colors
I come from baking days, Balderdash games, and remember when
I come from a place filled with the music of laughing children
I come from a place where it's OK to be myself
I come from a place that only I have known
But that I long to share