April is Poetry Month finish off the month by making your heart sing with these poems from some of our favorites.
“The sands of my trials
Shift and move
Beneath my feet,
Until I am not sure
Where adversity ends
And faith begins.”
She wipes pan. Breakfast plate, while dinner cooks.
She knows that supper pot, so helpful, will be burden. Thankful, and worn. I loathe you. But thank you (hiss I hate you.)
The children have ice cream. Four more bowls. To clean.
Mommy why are you whispering?
Tinted windows and dust caked blinds
can’t obscure the tug of uncertainty.
Neither loud noise nor ear plugs
can drown out the mind’s chatter. In meditation, worry sometimes creeps in.
Not induced trance nor wanton revelry,
in tenuous times of invisible light,
when choices are unappealing or non-existent,
chance comforts while counting one’s blessings.
i bristle against the labels.
in or out
good or bad
right or wrong
Us or Them
We’re also reading…
“For perhaps the 5th time in her entire life there will be no bedtime songs. And you can’t take it back now. Or rather, you won’t, because you are convinced that it’s better for her to learn that her choices have difficult consequences…”
“I was a drinking mother. Today I’m a sober mother and it’s been that way for one year and almost three months”
I have been on somewhat of a faith journey this last year. Saying it like that makes me a little uncomfortable. It feels a bit new-agey gibberish, like I am out searching for the right fit of faith. It’s not that. It’s just you don’t experience a loss so great without being more reflective and analyzing of yourself and your faith.
To read the rest and to add your own Moment please head over to Peanut Butter in my Hair, we’d love to have you!
Live. Capture. Share. Encourage.
Every week we share the harvest of intentional living by sharing a simple moment that has touched us or that has pointed us to the bigger picture. These moments from last week were like letters written to our hearts:
“But something in me just stopped and said not to worry about picking up right then…to just go BE and play with my girl. I’m trying to just BE in these moments, remember?” Being Her Mom
from Sarah at Racing Towards Joy
“”I love the blog you.” He says it and I struggle. I know he loves the regular old me too, I just don’t like the two being differentiated.
Because the blog me is me.” Blog Me the Real Me from Kristina at A Joy Walk
“Potato Soup is my memory of waiting and being given random acts of kindness from strangers.” Potato Soup from Polish Mama on the Prairie
I used to think that I would remember all of the important things in my son’s life. The milestones which seemed so life-altering at the time, I thought they would be ingrained in my memory simply because of their importance. But they aren’t. Or rather, they are, locked away so safely that even I can’t access all of them. There’s a password that I set a long time ago and I can’t remember what it is. Fleeting from Ali at Ali N Son
Be sure to come by Peanut Butter in my Hair tomorrow and link up your Simple Moment. It can be a photo, a poem, prose…anything that touched your heart and inspired you tee see beyond the sameness that can be everyday life. Be sure to include out button or a link back and you may see yourself here too.
Don’t forget the new Bigger Picture Captures! Add your photo of your everyday life. Show us the beauty in the simple everyday tasks, add it to our Flickr Pool (no need for a whole blog post, just share a picture!)
Live. Capture. Share. Encourage.