Nov 04 2008
Give your troubles to me
my friend
let me tend them
for a while
Close your eyes
Set your mind to roam free
my friend
let it wander the stars
and dance the skies
Rest your head on my shoulder
my friend
that is what it is for
The worries can wait
there behind the door
Give your troubles to me
my friend
because I’m stronger
than you, today
let them go far, far away
copyright 2008
(for mh)
Aug 28 2007
(Thanks Kim, for the thumbs up. Back atcha!)
sarah
Aug 05 2007
The page was written
before we met
the story was told
as we lived it
Our memories hold
the places still
for fondest viewing -
reminiscing
The laughter lingers
while photos fade
I’ll never forget
that our lives entwined.
copyright 2007
Apr 15 2007
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I’m taking a little time out, in order to wish my dear friend, Spaz a happy birthday.
Darling, if you were here, I’d have a giant chocolate cake for you to devour and we’d have that drink we are always talking about.
I hope you have a wonderful day and you get all your birthday wishes.
Stop by and wish her a happy birthday, folks. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.
Sarah
Mar 31 2007
In the spirit of the love I feel for each of you, I have written haikus for those of you whom I’ve missed previously. Hope you like them. They were written with love.
Sarah
Spaz:
nature girl delights
to see wild mama bird nest
on her patio
Evyl:
big handsome brute like
nobody you have ever
met in any life
Michael:
soft soul with good heart
defying the injustice
that life gave to them
Jennifer:
loving mother light
shines in her children’s sweet eyes
and makes the world good.
Lolly:
lovely red rose she
opens to the sun of life
and tickles our minds
Maureen:
kick ass mother earth
gives sage advice selflessly
and the laughs are free
Alison:
disappeared from view
her words haunt and linger still
come back to us please
Natural:
where’s the energy
pulsating and delightful
that we crave alone
Mark:
haiku master he
that gentle taps my mind’s edge
and takes no credit.
Kelly:
coffee fiend and friend
fiery passionate girl
so glad I know you.
copyright 2007
Feb 28 2007
Hi Everyone, I know many of you know Jennifer of Welcome to my Shoe and the difficulty she has gone through during her pregnancy. She recently sent me an update and I wanted to pass it along to you. I’ll just let Jennifer tell you in her own words, below:
Birth Announcement
I am aware that many of you already know the news, so please be patient with this first mass mailing. 
For those of you that haven’t heard, I apologize that it is so late, but I know you all love us and will make allowances.
Sean Ezekiel Winter officially arrived in this world on February 20, 2007 at 5:31 pm. He was a little ahead of schedule, but thanks to all his gaurdian angels, he is so far doing well and staying stable. The Doctors saw that he was in distress during his regular U/S in Edmonton and an emergency c-section was immediently ordered. I am healing well, and thanks to the incredible timing, Sean is with us today.
Thank you all for your prayers, concern, support and well wishes. We will do our best to keep you informed of his and our progess. My time has run out, so i will try to send more information another day.
Hugs and love to all,
Jennifer
All About Sean
As promised, a little more information, including some quick background for those who need to be brought up to speed.
Sean has been one surprise after another. First of all the pregnancy itself was not planned, and it was a much different one for me than all the others. Then, at 21 weeks pregnant, a heart abnormality was detected during a regular ultrasound. After the specialists in Edmonton checked on it, we were told that it was quite rare and very severe. In fact, he is a first for the ped. cardiologists here in Edmonton. We were originally told that he would not survive the pregnancy, and our research confirmed this. We also found out that while some babies have survied this condition, none have been near as severe as Sean.
But then Sean has angels working overtime, I’m convinced of it. Not only did he survive longer in-utero than he was expected to, the timing of his delivery and his condition since confirms it. If our appointments in Edmonton had been a few days earlier, it is unlikely that any problems would have been seen as they were quite subtle. The c-section was ordered not because they were absolutely sure there was a problem, but because they thought it was “likely” and he was close enough to term to risk it. A day later, and he probably would not have survived. Even without the stress of labour, there was meconium in the fluids, attesting to just how stressed he really was.
It took the transport team between an hour and a half to an hour and forty-five minutes to stabilize him enough transport to the U of A hospital. I was able to see and touch his head for a few minutes before they took him away. I was released from the Royal Alex three days later, but I would get day passes from my Dr and Gavin would take me to the NICU in a wheel chair to see my baby. I got to hold him for the first time when he was two days old, and Gavin held him two more days later. We have held him some since as well, but as it takes three nurses to move him from bed to arms and then back again, it is a real treat each and every time.
Sean is very stable right now, and we are waiting for some changes to take place in the heart and lungs before any big decisions are made. The mantra at the NICU seems to be “wait and see” as it is common theme heard when talking with other parents.
As I mentioned earlier, Sean has been full of surprises every step of the way, and I can only hope that they keep being good ones. The Dr’s all agree that he is doing better than they ever expected. They are all very pleased.
oh and me? I’m sore and I would never, ever, ever choose a section over natural labour! However, the drugs are good and I’m doing well. Holding Sean and having him with us is the best therapy in the world.
Again, thankyou all for your prayers, thoughts and love
Blessings to you,
Jennifer
If I hear more information, I will pass it along. If anyone wants to email me privately about this, feel free. My contact email is on my About Me page. I am encouraged that the Angels are helping out Sean and Jennifer now - and hope they continue to do so. As I am sure you are.
Sarah
Jan 09 2007
You may have noticed that I have a rather limited blogroll - it’s true, I have. It is intentional on my part - though there are many blogs I visit in my travels and many I truly enjoy - for this blog I wanted to keep the blogroll small and limited to writers who write from the heart. Each and every one of these wonderful writers brings something unique to the table and I respect and admire their ability to communicate. Because writing really is about communication and the essence of same.
So let me introduce them to you, please.
Spasmically Perfect, spaz for short, has a truly unique view of the world and paints that view beautifully with her poetry and astute observations of the human condition. Her power is in her quiet approach and diligent probe of life as she sees it.
Mark of Chronicles of Mark has a wry sense of humor and his haikus are exquisette microcosms of life.
Jennifer of Welcome to my Shoe writes with an open and honest heart and I dare you to read her work and leave unchanged - it is impossible. I promise.
Flight Pattern writes with the beauty of broken glass, sharp, yet sparkling. Honest and sometimes difficult to read because of that brutal realness she brings.
David at davidbdale writes 300 word novels that will pull you into a world that is a combination of Thurber, John Irving and Mr. Rogers.
Natural High at Living Life Fully, writes precisely of just that - living your life fully. She sees and writes with technocolor, crystal clarity of the wonder of life and if you’re ever in need of a shot in the psyche, pay her a visit for she will surely give it to you.
Alison at Tears in the Rain is naked in the vulnerability of her work. No holds barred, no feeling hidden or unfelt. A pleasure to read and a truly beautiful soul to know.
Kelly at No Regrets is alive and vibrant and better than a cup of extra shot espresso - you never know what she’ll come up with but she will happily have you tagging along in her adventures, writing them as they happen. Like a big bright smile that warms and delights.
A-Mum at Nanny’s Nook is just simply a kick in the pants. She writes anything and everything that comes into her mind - always says what she thinks and will likely have you on the floor laughing before you know what has hit you.
Evyl at From Evyl with Love is bawdy, funny, visceral, enigmatic, charming, scary and brutally frank. You will never be the same after visiting him and you’d not want to be either.
And finally, Michael at Smoke and Mirrors - he is everything that is in your heart - everything you feel and wish you could say and the soul you wish you could be. And his writing will change you, deeply, and in ways you never imagined.
Please, if you haven’t, do visit all of these amazing writers. If you do, I know you will come to love them just as I have.
Much Love,
Sarah
Dec 14 2006
There is quiet
in a crowd
noise in an
empty room
There is strength
in gentleness
there is happiness
in the gloom
Light in the shadows
darkness in the
sun
There is hope
for us all
Every One
©2006
Dec 02 2006
I gave you a tie
you gave me a hat.
We trudged through the snow
winter’s white mat.
Our cheeks went all red
the air crackled cold
the wind blew right through us
but we were still bold.
Our hearts were alive
with good Christmas cheer
because my dear friend
we were always so near.
Nov 27 2006
“I don’t remember you.” Those words made their mark deeply. I found myself at the edge of a cliff all the landmarks of my affection gone.
Memories, from my first sight of him, cooing and reaching out his arms to me to the hundreds of outtings he, his mother and I made over the years screamed and careened past me. I didn’t know what to say. I felt an odd expression on my face - one I had no control to change.
“Really?” I muttered and tried not to sound sad. He was a child after all. Just eight years old. The complexity of human emotion still a concept he sought to grasp.
“Yeah, really.” He said it simply with no crack in the door to wedge my foot in.
I smiled and patted his arm. “Well, that’s okay honey. I remember you.”
It had been a long time. Fours years. Not long in adult time but it was half of his life span. Children change so much so quickly. I told myself it was okay. Not to feel sad or disappointed. I told myself I was still happy to see him. But I wasn’t very convincing. It gave the day, one of celebration - not just for a holiday dedicated to blessings and thankfulness but of the reunion with Julie, my best friend a different color.
She had moved four years ago to Montanna. How it broke my heart. Though I understood her need to get out of a big city, she had a young child to raise on her own and didn’t want him to grow up around gangs, drugs, crime and everything else that is unhealthy for children growing up in big cities. We managed to stay in touch. To phone and write and send gifts at the appropriate occasions…but it wasn’t the same. There was void without her - without them.
Travis, her son, was as much a part of my life as Julie had been. We went everywhere together. Did everything together. We even discussed the idea that if anything ever happened to her (God forbid) that I would take Travis in a heartbeat. How could I not? He had captured my heart and love the moment I looked into his big green eyes.
The Thanksgiving reunion was not just with Julie but with Travis as well. Except it really wasn’t. Because he didn’t remember me. And I didn’t know how to respond to that. Did I just back off and talk to him as though we’d just met? Ask him about school and his hobbies? It did make sense though - his reaction when I hugged him. The blank look in his eyes. The rigidness of his body. The way children act when doting strangers pinch their cheeks and tell them how much they’ve grown. I suddenly felt like that whacky old aunt that nobody remembers and everybody cringes at their presence.
The evening went on. We played Trivial Pursuit - laughed at the same old jokes and one liners that old friends do. I caught him watching me a few times and I wondered what went on in his mind. Was he remembering? He warmed up a little. Told me about his favorite movie. Complained about his younger siblings who had come into being during the four years in Montanna. Talked about his Dad (the man Julie had married and whom I was yet to meet as well). And I think out of politeness said he thought I was starting to look familiar.
Until the evening came to an end and he discovered I was going back to the hotel room with them. “Where are you going to sleep?” he wanted to know. “Somewhere,” I shrugged sensing an upset in the near future. He didn’t take kindly to giving up a bed to himself and having to share a bed with his mom. No, that wasn’t going to do at all.
And so went the next two days. Little cracks and remarks, cold stares, pouting. Each time my heart broke a little bit more. I chided myself for being so childish. I was the adult. It was my job to take it in stride. I really wanted to, I really did - but I couldn’t quite get over the shock of it. Couldn’t quite accept that I was forgettable. Reason, logic did not work in this scenario.
The night before I left he got upset about a movie or something…it was a trivial thing. I teased him and said “don’t worry I’m leaving tomorrow.” “Yeah and none too soon, either,” he snapped.
That sent me over the edge. I went to the patio and cried. I mourned the loss of my friend Travis. I finally accepted that whatever had happened in the past didn’t matter. It might just have well not happened.
It’s an odd thing when a child forgets you - no matter how much you remember them. When they look at you as they would any stranger. When you want to hug someone who is wary of you. I cannot really describe it.
At the very end we got to know each other a little - in a clean slate sort of way. I rescued him and took him on a little errand while his mother wrangled with the two little ones. I think he decided he might like me.
When we said goodbye he almost looked sad. Maybe some memory was winding its way to his awareness. Maybe it doesn’t matter. He hugged me many times and said “I love you.”
And in the end maybe that’s all that matters.
Copyright 2006
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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