Love Poem for Lovey

For Lovey

Love from the outside

EL-OH-VEE-EEE

It's a smile, a touch

and vows spoken over rings.

Love from the inside

is hearts, butterflies,

fingers entwined

bodies side by side

through good and bad

colds, headaches...

I can breathe again!

Love is standards...

family get togethers,

Sunday morning laziness,

discussions over food,

giggles in bed,

"we are out of toilet paper,

get some please."

Love is figurative...

humble pie, simmering spices,

and whipped cream on top!

Love is pins and needles,

walking on eggshells,

a balancing act...

Two humans on a high wire

attention to the center of the ring!

A plunge into the net!

Someone there to help you back to solid ground

and cheers as you raise your hands in glory.

Take a bow together,

Teamwork!

Victories and losses

silence...laughter...strong words

and much patience.

Have a good day.

Tell me what's wrong!

The complaint department is open,

it's a judgment free zone,

day after day

compromise vs. stubbornness.

Dinner at the table

munchies on the couch

who has the remote?

Through seasons of Netflix and weather

adventures too many to mention

walls erected and chipped away

Two people

one love

a home wherever they go.

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Harboring regret

Treading the Election and Life

Tuesday, November 8, 2016 I sat on the couch Election Night feeling more anxiety than I had ever known. I didn’t want to believe what was happening but there it was right before my eyes, the electoral map, on my local NBC channel looking like someone wrapped it in red Christmas paper. I tried to stay hopeful and kept repeating in my head "Hillary, Hillary, Hillary". I managed a quick nap around midnight, holding out hope that Lovey would wake me up and say “She did it, Hillary is President!” but it never happened. I woke up about 15 minutes later and it ended up that I was the one nudging her awake around 1am/1:30 saying “let’s go to bed, it’s not looking good” just after they called Florida to the other side. So we frumped our way upstairs to bed where I lay wide awake for a long time with my mind all a whir. The next day I was feeling very disappointed so I limited my social media browsing and did not watch the news except to see Hillary’s speech, which made me cry.

"Lifted" the video and poem dedicated to Sisterhood

I wrote this poem after spending an hour with a few of my female artistic friends. We discussed poetry, art, life, and when I got home I felt this overwhelming feeling of inspiration and joy! Yes! Joy! It's like we all shared our energy while we were together. I just had to write my feelings down. The words came out of me so easily thinking of my own Sisters and the friends I consider to be Sisters from other Misters. I wrote the poem in one sitting and a few weeks later I got the idea to record my voice reading it and create a video using photos. I put a call out on my facebook feed and asked female friends to send me photos of themselves with their Sisters or with their BFFs that they considered Sisters or with women they were inspired by. The ladies sent me some great images and I used a bunch of my own for fill ins to create this video. This is definitely one of those labor of love or labor of inspiration times. Please watch and share! Words are posted below.

Words and Pieces

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