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Sleepy baby panda naps on a dolphin and drools into the sea. The dolphin has tied to the bear's tail rosy red ribbons that float on the waves. At the shore, sandcastles wash away with the tide. Sleepy baby panda rolls through their gates.
Stop snoring, Panda. The salt from the sea is drying stiff and gritty in your hair. Your paws will feel sticky! You'll smell like fish dried on the beach. The dolphin has long slipped back into the dawn-lit water. Wake up, Panda, and be on your way.

Photo Credit: Tux-t-penguin on Deviant Art
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Friday Figment: LONGING LIGHTS

When the night is so late that the wolves have stopped howling and the lambs can sleep, I like to wish on the stars that are farthest away, pinpricks as faded as last year's dreams.

Someday I will hold a star like that in my hands, and watch how it illuminates my family around me. My husband will glow as transparent as a dragonfly wing. My three year old will shimmer like sunlight on the lake. Maybe I will see the tea light flame of our new baby's heart fluttering deep in my womb.

I imagine that, just before the star floats away like a seed on the wind, in that fleeting glimpse, I won't have any worry. Everything will be peace as firm and soft as fleece.

For now, I only pull at my cloak and simply look at that far away star I will someday hold, believing with all my heart that in the depth of every night there are the warm lights of a trillion mornings we are just too far away to feel.

Photo: Jean-Fran├žois Millet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Forever Faye

Faye, your presence is such a fascination to me. Thank you for knowing I wanted you here.  Thank you for your tender patience.  Thank you for how happy you feel to be here. 
Thank you for continuing my journey of motherhood.  I hope I bless you.  I hope I give you all I can and that together we'll grow in joy and love for God, for heaven and family I am filled with joy and hope and I thank you a thousand times for being you. You are every treasure you were promised to be.
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There you go again, not listening
Do realize I'm outside
While you close your eyes
You're drifting, falling
In the cracks of a past you keep on

Rusted galleries of foggy memories
Still choosing ghosts
Overdosed on a broken road of
Heartache, mistakes
Giving strength to a cage, you give your
Days away

Taste the sun
Embrace the love
You gotta live for this
Untie the sky outside your mind
And live for this
Over and over again,
Closer and closer to when
You hit the edge and there's nothing left
Live for This

And tomorrow plays  A familiar game
I'm losing to a dream that
Gleams with a steam that Isn't really here, disappears,  What's the use of a future sleeping  Through the years?

Photo: By Hiart (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons

Friday Figments: Petal Pedagogy

Photography by Anna Harrison
Cherry blossoms on the branch Draw your gaze into a trance of candy pink, and petals grant a fragrance stirred in France.
After winter's avalanche of snowflakes on the grass Spring explodes the sky with strands of budding beds for romance.
The decorated heavens brag A cycle sweet to understand.
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Lyrics: I Am Divine

One of my favorite things about being a part of this album is the gift it's been to my kids. How many parents are lucky enough to put their philosophies and life lessons to music that their kids will totally sing along to? Seriously.

The other day I found a note my oldest daughter had written for a friend. She was encouraging the friend to disregard some bullies at school, telling her how awesome she was (in proper pre-teen lingo of course). I read along (yes, snoopy mom) and eventually found the lyrics to I am Divine that she had memorized.

I always think of Stefanie, my sister, when I remember writing this song. Okay, I have reason to think about her in almost every song on this album, (now that the memories of her proof reading each one as I wrote them are treasure chest preserved). The song wasn't about her, but for some reason it was for her, fueled by some kind of desire to explain something I can't explain. Back when it was just a page in a binder, she reviewed it …

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