Postcard #2

What symbols dreams?
Eagles soar...
People fly...
Rocks speak...
Snowcapped mountains
await the climb...
Are they symbols of
some deeper meaning
or only dreams?


Some people believe that all dreams have deep meaning... I know that I have had many that carry a meaning beyond the obvious, but how do we really know? Sometimes they don't make any sense at all, and I wonder if we are supposed to get some message from the absurdity... I guess we never know completely.

We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of Natalie tomorrow for a short time. I can hardly wait. She's walking now, so it should be interesting... time to child proof again!

Take a moment to give thanks for your many blessings and hug someone whom you love.

Blessings to you always...

Postcard Poetry Fest

It's a bologna and cheese
on white bread
kind of day...
crust removed...
red kool-aid and
homebaked chocolate chip
cookies...
sand in our shoes...
plaid beach blanket...
and another round
of "Row, Row, Row your boat..."
packed in picnic
basket memories...
Adult children are never
as much fun...

This is the first of the postcards I have sent out during "Postcard Poetry Fest - 2007." The challenge is to write a poem a day and send it on a postcard to people on our list. Since I do "mail art," I have also used this time to create my own postcards instead of purchasing them. This has indeed been challenging, but so exciting to receive postcards and poems from people all over the world! It has also been somewhat frustrating when postcards come unsigned by the writer... Oh well, nothing is perfect... and the good far out weighs the bad... Paul, one of the coordinators, has done a great job of scanning postcards in to his Facebook space... it has been great fun so far. (Facebook has some real advantages...)

Well, need to close for now and go off to create...

Blessings always,

bridgeanna

A Grandma's Pride

Being a grandma is almost better than being a momma.... I never thought I could love another being any more than I love my own children, but then along came Natalie and.... well, it doesn't take much to realize that she stole my heart! Maybe it is because I am older and wiser, or maybe it is just because that is how life works for most; in any case, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her, now and in the future!

I was so lucky to live with and be loved by my great grandparents. They were seventy-five when I was born, and at six weeks old, I went to live with them. Every child should be as loved as I was. Something happened in my mom's heart that didn't allow her to express her love as well as they had, as a mother or a grandmother. She's gone now, and I guess I will never know exactly what that was and why she could never get past it all... I hope she realized that she was loved, unconditionally, anyway. I pray I can be a "Grandma" like my great grandmother was... I never once doubted her unconditional love for me. I could tell her anything and everything, even as a teenager... she was always there for me... What a precious gift I was given... and now it is my turn to give it to our precious Natalie.

Take a moment and tell those whom you love just how much you love them... they never hear it enough!

May you always be blessed!

bridgeanna