i am my mother's daughter...

i went for a run along the lake shore... a foggy round-edged piece of glass caught my eye and so it continued the whole way down...before i knew it my pocket was full of sea glass and smooth dark rocks and i was no longer breathing heavily...

i returned home and organized my treasures into glass jars... then it dawned on me...

i am becoming my mother...

walk into her home and every corner... every shelf... every table has a display of rocks... each one carefully picked by her...

i am not ashamed of this... only pleasantly surprised by the habits that i have obtained by her subconsciously...

a new day...

the blossoms have bloomed and the air has changed...
do not watch the petals fall from the rose w.sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.

everything green and a glimmer of pink...

coming back...

the world is turning green...

for winter's rains and ruins are over, and all the season of snows and sins; the days dividing lover and lover, the light that loses, the night that wins; and time remembered is grief forgotten, and frosts are slain and flowers begotten, and in green underwood and cover blossom by blossom the spring begins.

                                        a.c. swinburne

a new beginning emerges...

we always meant to go back...

when my sisters and i were little my father built us little swedish stugas. they soon became the central hub of every playtime activity in the neighborhood. it is here where my friends became family, my family friends... clubs were formed, fires were made to prepare out mud pies. just as i stepped back in time to clean them out, so we did when we were little, pretending to be soldier's wives. i discovered old letters stuck to the floor that had been "sent" to us from our husbands off in war.

the time has come for them to be moved to our country home. there, new stories will be acted out and new memories will be made... but as i opened up the doors i realized, i had meant to come back...
everything was where i last left it... years and years ago... dishes were set... i believe it was tea time...
i never decided one day that i was done playing in my pretend world... i never decided to stop imagining my life as a mother in 1890...
one day i just didn't come back and left my world of fantasy and took on the world of reality...
i wish i had just one more day... one more day to put on the old dress up clothes and walk from house to house w.my dress dragging behind me and helplessly pinned across my waist... just one more day in my untouched world...