Through The Eyes of This Child

Today I was blessed to play with Imani.  I got to see the world through her eyes...
The wonder of wood chips on the ground...
The interest of other little people...
Showing emotions when she felt them instead of stuffing them; crying when sad, smiling when happy, raising her arms to be held when she needed lifting....
The magic of slides and dirt...
The laughter ringing through the playground, down the slides, and over swing sets...
Not looking around to see if others approve...
Leaning into this moment...
Not worrying about the past, not thinking of the future...
What valuable lessons I remembered through the eyes of this child. 

And you thought they were just....Chocolate Chip Cookies

 

Anyone who knows me at all knows I love to make chocolate chip cookies...

I love making cookies with love and tenderness...

I love making cookies as part of my therapy...

The warming oven warms my soul....

Pulling the ingredients together feels like pulling together the pieces of my life...

The measuring makes me feel like I can control something when I feel out of control...

Melting butter crackles and pops like the thoughts in my head...

The stirring makes me feel strong and powerful ....

Falling chocolate chips into the dough feels like the drops of pure sweetness in my life...

Mixing them all together with my hands feels like molding my life, all the ingredients of it sweet, buttery, salty, vanilla and chocolate, to make a tasty masterpiece of my own.

I love sharing them like I love sharing moments of my life with those who appreciate the flavor of my journey. 

 

 

 

 

 





Clickin Out of OZ

 

Clickin Out of OZ....

I've spent a large part of my adult life (and come to think of it, most of my childhood) trying to make a man love me.

I felt lost and scattered by Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz....

 

I left the blossoming of relationships because the Emerald City shined so bright...I felt so unworthy of being loved and appreciated.

I tried to get the Scarecrow to see his gifts... while I down played my own so he felt wise;

I tried to soften the tin mans heart...I dreamed if I loved him enough he would love me;

I cowered so the lion felt brave...I gave my soul away piece by piece in hopes I would be loved;

I fell asleep to myself in the poison poppies...

I listened to the flying monkeys who were afraid of my yellow brick path... I let them drown out the encouraging voices....

I let the wicked witches scare me away from my inner sparkle...If I shine to bright they were intimidated and that somehow meant something was wrong with me...

I looked to the Wizard to give me my answers...

BUT... The wisdom I seek shines like ruby slippers in my soul ...

Clicking my heels and coming Home to myself!