Winter's Day

It's snowing.  And snowing.  And blowing snow.  Still snowing.

"I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself. " ~Maya Angelou

I am sitting in the warm house with kids who long ago crossed over to the 'stir crazy' mode of behavior.  That's precisely why I am hiding here, downstairs:  typing, reading blogs, escaping.  It's nice.  There is a pot roast in the crockpot (loaded with onions and garlic, just the way I like it), and after a steamy hot shower (*sigh*) I'm dressed and ready to...sit here.  My girls told me I look pretty, even asked me where I was going.  I suppose the fact that I've upgraded from the morning's pajamas to jeans and a shirt has had a stellar impact on the impression I'm making around here.  To have your children tell you you're beautiful, regardless of the truth, is priceless.

On Children

Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday...

Today's blizzard, make that Blizzard, has me thinking, thinking of

• Dad in his heavy Eskimo-style coat, transporting neighbors who needed a ride, circa the 1970s
• Mom...everything sweet about childhood reminds me of you
• Amy's red hair tucked into a stocking cap, wearing mittens secured to the arms of her coat
• a trip to the ER for little sis ~ sometimes snowballs are made of more than just snow
• sledding on a red Radio Flyer over so many hills ~ those were the days
• chili
• hot chocolate
• you and me, me and you 

Warm Whispers

Missy Higgins

Your warm whispers.

Out of the dark they carry my heart

Your warm whispers.

Into the dawn they carry me through

And I am weeping warm honey and milk

That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me.

Your warm whispers.

Letting me drown in a pool of you

Your warm whispers.

Keeping the noise from breaking through.

And I am weeping warm honey and milk

That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me.

Yeah I am weeping warm honey and milk

That you stay surrounding me.

Your warm whispers.

Yeah I am weeping warm honey and milk

Your warm whispers.

Your warm whispers.

You're gone.

Stay warm, ~S.