For anyone who doubts the power of a book

I cried in Barnes and Noble last night.

I had searched out a copy of The Runaway Bunny. My favorite book as a child. I had probably read it to my dad a thousand times. I took it to school and read it to my class. And last night, as I started to read it to Ben, I cried. Tears that had surprised me, but not really because the book is so beautiful and simple.

"Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, 'I am running away.'
'If you run away,' said his mother, 'I will run after you.
For you are my little bunny.'"



And the mother always finds her little bunny.

night

The other night as I was just about to fall asleep, a rush of love washed over me and I couldn't believe that I was laying down next to my husband, the love of my life. I knew he was probably asleep, but I reached over just to touch him. To make sure it was real. My hand found his and he squeezed my thumb.

Yep, it's real.

yellow

yellow plate
matching yellow mug
grilled cheese and coffee
happiness

views

the view from my window is mostly leaves
freshly unfolded
the tree has lost its bloom
its scent
its falling petals
it is just a tree now
with leaves that block my sight
and wave to us

Lottery

If I won the lottery, I would spend my money on education. I would learn meteorology. I would learn how to play guitar. I would study culinary arts. I would buy a small house on a lot of property. I would fill the earth with seeds, grow my food, raise animals, sell their products at a farmers market.

It is good

It is good to enjoy being bad, every now and then
to be vain, every now and then
to indulge, every now and then
to say yes, every now and then
to say no, every now and then

It is good to know that I am beautiful all the time
even with a pimple on my chin and in my eyebrow

It is good to know that I have something to offer to the world
all the time

It is good to work with my hands and feel the earth and myself tied and tethered and stuck together
all the time

It is good to breathe in air and know that every molecule has been breathed in by someone else, recycled through their lungs, and provided back to me for life.

It is good to notice small changes in life
all the time

It is good to believe in something, even if undefined, too big to be worded
all the time

crabapple

the crabapple petals are falling
drifting down like wind-blown ballerinas
a fragrant spring snow covers the ground

it is time to be wed.