Live for today.

Aug 25

It’s suddenly Saturday August 25, 2012. I am a little Ohio girl with big dreams, London bound with lots of plans, eager eyes and eager mind. Tomorrow, I take the leap. One of many to come. But boy, I sure will miss my little princesses. Must remember to buy Union Jack onesies like an ultra tourist!

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Just catch me.

Aug 15

Before I fall
Too fast
Kiss me quick
But make it last
So I can see
How badly this will hurt me
When you say goodbye

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Until the referee rings the bell

Aug 14

I’ve been on vacation this week. It’s been for the most part, everything contradictory to the word “vacation”. I’m trying hard to focus on the small, good moments to stay up. Like tossing my little babies onto the bed in our Columbus hotel room and jumping up and down while they laugh hysterically. Or eating lunch with a flock of really nosy mallard ducks. Tomorrow, I go back to the barn for my first lesson since I’ve had the twins – and mostly, since I started catapulting myself into fast-moving career-woman mode. A lot of people think it’s crazy. Where will she find the time? Where will she find the money? How can she do one more thing? I answer the critics with questions of my own; “How can you ignore the screams any longer? How can you ignore the absolute truth that I need to foster a bit of passion in my life in order to create and sustain happiness in the lives of others?”

My baby girls are growing fast. While this week seems to continue throwing punches my way, I’m fighting. And usually after the most tiring moments pass, I find myself always grounded and warmed by their milk drunk kisses and cuddles. I want them to have a happy mama. My mom was a crazy amazing woman, who in retrospect, faced enormous battles throughout my childhood. She never let it show, though. I want my girls to remember their younger years with me like I remember mine with my mom. She worked hard, she was always going to school for that next higher degree, she made fantastic costumes for theatrical shows and worked on paintings and drawings late at night. I was thinking about all of the things I know she did, all the running around, all the tasks and all the burdens she managed – and I realized, I can’t remember one single time when I ever felt ignored or unloved or placed below anything. What a beautiful gift. I will be honored if I find myself one day, to have mastered the balance as well as she did and continues to do.

Can’t stop, won’t stop.

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The Power of Words

Aug 12

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Ghost town and haunted love.

Aug 08

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