The Intent is what matters, not perfection.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it? The Universe keeps sending me this sound bite and today I found myself writing it to another but the message was equally (if not more so) meant for me. I am a perfectionist. If I were to give thought to the reason why it boils down to a simple sauce of belief and a need to finish with the gold star firmly planted on my chest. Perfection to me is equated with the words: a polished finish. One cannot reproduce a higher standard and really who wouldn’t like that? Yet my need for coloring inside the lines and having that perfectly straight handheld scissor cut are rooted in a dislike of chaos. (Ironic and fitting considering much of my life has Continue Reading →

Seaside thoughts

The sea gave and it took away, pushing inland, receding, wave after wave. I’d have gone with it if I could. Perhaps numbed myself in the eternity of such a gentle lull but I knew it would not last. Breathing in, breathing out even this I cannot control. How my heart aches. I feel so damn old, ground to fine dusted bone stretched in skin. Life keeps pressing in. And with it the waves roll, in then out as sand grips my feet, sucking them into place as if this encasing to the land will soothe my soul while the waves crash about. The ancient rhythm I hear is the pounding of earth and sea. It seeks solace somewhere deep inside of me. White crested Continue Reading →

100 on Paw Prints

You were not mine by paper, name or deed. I didn’t pick you out or bring you home. I wasn’t there for the puppy years. In curses your name passed from family lips. Stubborn and smart. Our mini cow. Your place is cemented in my heart. I will miss your steadfast ways, the beast always at my side. The couch and floor are cleaned of drool. No thud of head echoes around the room. There is no pantry guard or quiet ankle kisses. Emptiness has claimed the spots you occupied. And yet, there are paw prints embedded in my heart.

100 Sizzle

Plants lay limp under baking sun rays as roots dig deeper in search of moisture filled nutrients. Animals lay still in shaded hiding places and cannot be tempted by the meat sizzling on the grill. Even the birds ignore their feeder for the coolness of higher branches. Only a pair of doves darts forth in play, skimming the water thrown lazily from the sprinkler into the air. The mist carries that familiar ionized rain smell from childish yesteryears of drinking warm water from the hose and running beneath the sprinkler. Meanwhile my bare feet sizzle against the sun heated deck.