every tool

silence
is violence
in women & poor people
if more people were screaming
then I could relax

sayeth me

"Vengeance is mine, Sayeth the LORD."

I think she means it.

For the 5 year old Liberian girl assaulted in Arizona

For the high school girl assaulted at Homecoming in Richmond
For the 4 year old assaulted in Fresno
For the countless nameless ones

Hear Me Now

For courage & health for the survivors
For peace for the victims
For comfort for the mothers
For justice for the perpetrators

Hear Me Now

in this heart

I've come across several news articles recently about heinous crimes committed by children upon other children. My heart tears in hot shreads. My stomach churns. I sob. Those babies. Their mothers. These are our children. My son. I rage and grieve. But what can I do? I don't know what I can do.

I'm posting this in memory of each of the victimized children and their mothers.

This is my grief for you
For only the loss of you
The hurting of you
My love
My love
My love

terrible horrible no good very bad day

a happy ending

beer
nachos
easy conversation with the hubby
kiddo tapping on the laptop with me

recipe for unravelling

let it go

let it out

limit external influences

create

express

quiet time

yoga

yarnin'

lighter diet

stay hydrated

go slow

yarnin'

happy halloween

we honor our beloved dead

we celebrate & play! with the living

the fence that I am

I've focused a lot of my time & attention inwardly in the last 3 years, since learning that Baby N was on the way. My husband & I made many changes to where and how we live in order to ensure a safe stable home for the kiddo. I love our family life. I fall deeper in love each weekend.

And in recent months, my attention is drawn more and more to the world "out there." The world that he will grow up to enter on his own. That world elicits anger and grief in me.

I have invested more into reinforcing a safe, nurturing shelter for Baby N, than I have into affecting the world he'll move into. What can I do? What will I do? On the other side of the fence.

following closely behind the kiddo

Sunday night

There are a lot of challenges in these days. My job. Our finances. Social life. Quiet time...

But the weekends! Two full days with my two favorite people. We drink coffee, or milk, go for long walks, play & cook & play with cooking utensils. We build forts with blankets & stuffed animals. Then we nap. When we get up we make up silly stories & songs & words & dances.

I photograph as much as I can. I hoard the evidence of these good days. And sneak peeks of it all at the office during the week.