my wish

That the choices I've had to make for myself-that directly effect him-will be seen as building blocks, not brick walls. That the anger he feels will manifest into learning and growing and appreciating; not 'chip on my shoulder', 'glass half empty', 'world's out to get me' living. That my inability to protect him, to nurture him, to carry him is not seen as an inability to deeply love and care about him. That some burned bridges can be rebuilt. That he will see his gift, the one born to him alone, and he will not just walk his path, but fly! That he find love for himself; and trust in himself; and faith in himself. That he believe. in love. trish.

edges

As I awaken today, filled with anticipation of all that I want to do, all that needs me to do, and all that just feels good to do, I realize it's all about edges! Living on the edge is living close to the action; fully engaged and right there with goosebump creating wonder. So, these are my edges today as I return from my trip to Oregon to an empty house and ideas flowing!

edges of baking edges of reading edges of dusting edges of entries edges of laudry edges of natural
edges of projects

edges of sleep

in love. trish