tao1776

Everyone who knows me, knows that I love babies. Holding them, tending them, quieting a restless baby. I owe it all to my parents who were foster parents for over thirty babies. Newborns to two years old shared our home - and not all came without their own share of problems. Bittersweet is too small a word to convey the heartache and joys we experienced by serving as a respite from their harsh beginnings. I had four children and doted over them all. It was a happy time. Mostly. What a thrill when my oldest daughter seemingly cloned herself. I was lucky enough to have hours and hours with my grand daughter and continue to do so, but not so much since my divorce. She is a precious jewel in my life. My youngest daughter is awaiting the return of her husband from Afghanistan with plans for starting a family in the next few years. I can't wait. Meanwhile her peers are having babies and I finally got to hold another sweet little girl and calm her to sleep. It's the mother in m

   The day is young and the sun is slowly burning off the haze that captured the morning sky. I can feel it. It's going to be a beautiful day. Mourning Doves are mating on the neighbor's rooftop. Barking dogs dot the neighborhood as people stroll the crumbling sidewalk walking to and fro the center of our small downtown. Seven chickens line the birch tree perch and watch the remainder scratch and peck below. It is almost idyllic save for the ever increasing traffic outside my door. I haven't written a thing for some time now. Nor do I feel compelled to meditate. Riding my bicycle came to a temporary halt over some minor health concerns and now that I am cleared to ride no push is on for me to do so.    Like the Honey Badger , "I don't give a shit."    I've become aware of the absence of angst that once filled my sails. Similar to noticing that something has changed but you can't seem to put your finger on it. Like a building that was torn down wh