My Little Dallas

My cutest little boy with eyes of emerald honey
hair of burnished gold and skin soft like Heaven

A voice, full and strong.

How he turns castles from nothing and tales from a single toy,
his creation is magic to lose myself in.

Though words seem to fail him at times, he has found hope.
With actions and tones can he say his heart thoughts.

Strength form above, pours into his life--what an example this little boy is.

His sweet tender spirit, like a honeybee to flower,
touches others with his shining example.

Little Dallas--how full my heart is.
How I love you as I hold your softness to my breast.

I love you, my little Dallas


(turned four September 13th)

Unfolding A Rose

It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals, With these hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to you and I.

GOD opens these flowers so sweetly,

While in my hands they fade and die.

IF I can not unfold a rosebud,

This flower of God's design,

Then how can I think I have wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for leading, Each moment of every day.

I will look to Him for His guidance, Each step of the way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only my Heavenly Father knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as his He unfolds the rose.

--author unknown



This was a beautiful poem given to my daughter in YW. How do you think it applies to us as writers?

Loving My Critique Group

My writing life has been extremely lonesome. I've prayed and prayed and prayed, wondering if my drought would ever end. So many tears have I known.

I started my writing career way back in the early days of my youth. I started my first full blown manuscript in 1991. I started searching for writers who would welcome me warmly into their arms.

I've searched high and low. Far and wide. Near and yonder.

And I prayed some more.

Then, slowly, one by one, the Lord has generously provided me with wonderful friends until so many poured in all at once, my cup is running over. So wonderful that I think to pinch myself and ask, "is this real?"

We have recently formed a critique group, today being our 3rd week anniversary!

I am humbled to be in the company of such artfully talented writers who love me as much as their writing!

Love you, guys!

Poetry?

Sunday was my Dallas's fourth birthday. I have thought about how sweet life is and a gift it is being a mother. The thing I am thinking about now is what heirloom can I leave my children when I leave this world?

My journal. My art. My books and poems?

It's been a very long time (highschool in fact, when I was a love-besotted girl) since I have written a poem. They don't have to be about love. They can be about how crazy a mother goes with each child she has. How her house turns from clean to chaos with one flick of her childrens' lashes. How fast the kids grow. Each of their milestones. How lonely it might be once the kiddies grow up and move out? How promising the future will be with bright hopes of grandchildren? Maybe of all the regrets of things left undone when they were young and demanding?

I will make a goal and try to write a poem at least once a month. I will keep the focus around my children. I will print it up and frame it in each of their bedrooms as it will pertain to them individually.

Let's see how much I have gained with experience of parenting along with writing? I shall publish a poem here in this blog when I am done.

(Hopefully I won't chicken out!)

Writer's Weaving

Yes, it has been a long time since I've visited you. I am suffering writer's block and now I am relenting. No fighting this time.

I will nourish my writer's side by helping others with their wonderful works. They are awesome writers and I feel very privileged to be a part of their processes and successes! Woohoo! Along with that I am also diving into my Deep Editing Course by Margie Lawson deep.

Wow.

She is an awesome instructor teaching how to empower your words. How to weave in internalization with emotion. How to create punch with every paragraph. Heighten emotion with simple techniques! After I am done with her 10 lectures, I am going to register for her other courses.

I can't wait!