A place where you can be human.
Sitting here outside the gym eating Milanos. I might finish the bag before I finish this piece. It’s the double dark chocolate flavor. There’s a lesson to be learned here. But I’m sure I already know it. The class starts in ten. There’s two cookies left and I should stop eating them but I probably won’t. I should take this all more seriously I mean my health is a priority as a mother. Ok I’ll leave the last two for tomorrow.
Signed,
A hungry breastfeeding mother
To see you smile and hear your laughter brings me unspeakable joy. Just that you are happy warms my belly and melts my heart. Daughter Mom Sister Wife titles I’ll treasure with every ounce of me. I’ll do my best to love in the many ways God has given us to love.
Saschia
I travel at a slow pace
require low energy to think
but I get impatient and high on life
which is part of being human
It’s ok to be human
as long as I remember
to take my time
and surround myself
with peace
-Saschia
The fair has been packed away
The pony rides and balloon walls
Out of sight
Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air
And the ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers
Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
What is it I should write
The house sleeps
We’re bundled
ready
-Saschia
You are accepted the way you are
I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you
For so many years
Now, I have reached a place where
You are who you are
And that gave me more room for love
-Saschia
She loves the sunsets
Something she told me today
The colors she mentioned
Were red white and blue
I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle
She mentioned ice cream
Which makes perfect sense
Then we turned the corner
And she said just one more time
“I think sunsets are beautiful”
This is one of many reasons why
I love her.
-Saschia
Read more at Jayne.press
This story gets me through.
Taking a step towards the door, I felt myself drawn by the same invisible force that had enchanted the snow. Not only did it have a hold of my body, but it had a hold of my soul, and even though I at first fought against it, the moment I surrendered, the music flowed through me as if I were water. Turning to Rusty, he nodded in approval as my feet lifted off the ground, and as I floated through the air, so the animals came and sat by his side. Even the trees temporarily ceased their dance to stoop down low enough to listen to the chatter that passed back and forth between lip and beak.
“Remember the things you’ve seen,” Rusty said, “and remember what it is you are.”
I made to respond, yet the energy coming from the door was doing many a strange thing to me.
View original post 186 more words
He made me freeze in my steps
And in my thoughts
I could think of nothing else
But having him
To myself
-Saschia
Roses dug around the root
May not bloom again
But placed in the care
of a skilled planter
Its chances of flowering increase
-saschia
Jayne.press