(On suicide prevention...) I’m guilty, too. Of letting my teen spend too much time online. Of not requiring her to spend enough time outdoors. Of letting it become too common practice to do our own things in separate rooms most of the time. These are dangerous things. Especially in these times. Too many (more than … Continue reading I’m Guilty, Too.
I prefer reflections, let my imagination spin and transfer me to places no one's ever been– down rabbit holes, across water bridges, tour fairy houses, solve impish riddles, too much to explore, an acre...a world, and I the only trusted guest, the only human at the council. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Motherhood memories framed in faded fall foliage stay forever green in me and bring me messages–– younger, naive eyes, somehow knowing, look to me as a reminder now that time keeps moving, and I try not to count the moments we could have made better, for forward is the direction of and … Continue reading Evergreen Autumns
Being outdoors restores me, especially my mental health. I am a firm believer that allowing yourself to receive the unconditional loving embrace of Mother Nature is an essential part of healthy living. There is only one hard-fast rule in visiting with her though: no digital devices, with the exception of an internet-disabled camera. I am … Continue reading Morning Dose of Nature
The stone children sit, on the ground barefoot, looking at something that has caught their interest, dirt-caked skin, grass-stained clothes, earth rubbed into flesh and soul, siblings bonding, sharing, borrowing, from one another's imagination to create an adventurous land of make believe, adult- and stress- and time- free, timeless memories, innocence of childhood, ensconced, petrified, … Continue reading I Spy a Time…