Poetry

I'm thankful for the poetry in my heart. It no longer makes its way to a pen and paper very often, and usually it is snippets of ideas - thoughts, images, feelings. Mostly it's moments of realization that, broken as this world is, there is real good here - God is present. It makes my heart so happy that it's there.

Today - walking through Porter Square on a warm autumn day, surrounded by Canterbrigians at their finest (local elections are today) and feeling the bright sun on my face.

This past weekend - sitting cross-legged in my favorite chair, holding my squishy, sweet baby and feeding her a bottle, watching Bryan and Eden laugh in the dining room as they bake cookies together.

That's what poetry is to me - everything falls together and it's all so perfect I want to freeze it. Details of the simple joys in my experience. Oh how blessed I feel!!