Newborn

The tiny being nestled snug in his mother’s arms, warm and content with a full stomach.  She gazed down at his soft, round face with a look of tenderness.  Her eyes radiant with love.

“Such a handsome boy.”  She said stroking his hair.

The small bow of lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile and she grinned at the wonder of the life she had brought into the world.  A bundle of milk scented, gurgling, wiggling warmth.

Through her mind ran the thought of future play with cars and blocks.  To be dismissed in this quiet moment of closeness.

Life Event

It has been awhile since I last posted anything.  A lot has happened in the last ten days.  The most important event was the birth of my newest grandchild, a beautiful, healthy baby boy.  He and his mom and dad are doing great and I have been spending half of my time over at their house helping out.

One of the greatest miracles of life is the birth of a baby.  From the quiet, serene interludes to the inner focused effort of each contraction to the jubilant greeting of mother to child as he is laid in her arms moments after his entrance into the world to the soft, tender look of a new father as he holds both wife and son creating a circle of warmth and love more powerful than anything on earth.

I was privileged and honored to be a part of this joyous event in my daughter’s life and relish each moment I get to spend hanging out with them watching my favorite show, baby TV. 

Stay tuned for more stories as I find time to pen them and post them.  :)

Struggle

Above towers the might of the mountain, rising ever upwards.  Its peak is hidden from view by clouds blanketing the sky in a uniform greyness.

Below, visible through the trees clinging to the slope is a valley of lush grass and a sparkling stream of water.

For what reason does the climber seek the unknown, struggling against the strenuous rocky rise?

Is it Glory and the adulation of others?  Or some inner fire that drives them?

What disgrace is there in saying enough and seeking a serene life beside a babbling brook with no conflict, no strife, and no accomplishment?

Creative Inspiration

Fingertips rested lightly on the keyboard.  Eyes closed, she waited for inspiration to sweep her away into the creative vistas of her mind. 

Slow inhalation, count to three, slow exhalation, count to three.

In quiet solitude she sat unmoving, embracing the stillness, waiting.  Nothing.

The minute hand ticked forward as the shadows on the window shade moved from one side to other with the turn of the earth.

A sigh, tomorrow will be better.  Wait, a thought, a glimmer of an idea.  The keyboard clicked as words started to flow filling the page with the beginning of a new adventure.