Cos You’re all I have, Lord
You are the Way
And I’ll always love You
And I will wait
Like a Watchman at the gate
Wait for morning to break
~Josh Garrels, “Watchman”
•watchman•
Category: Poetry
today I have so far…
Today so far I’ve: read my Bible/journaled while sipping black coffee from my lovely 🥰 pastel thrifted woodland creature mug, read some things I’m studying (more about my DIY Women’s Well Refresh later, hopefully), sent a reminder email for our local mom’s homeschool group, listened to Studio Ghibli soundtracks, took a short walk among the cool morning sunshine while listening to Magyk by Angie Sage audiobook (I’m loving it). I took a shower and dug out a comfy sweatshirt because it’s chilly today, I made myself a breakfast of plain yogurt, banana, cashew butter, cinnamon, and oats! I supervised children doing their maths and found sweatshirts for little kids planting the garden with their 15yo sister. I talked about dyeing things with dye made from dandelions and tried to figure out what to cook for meals today since the stove is getting a little TLC. I sent three older ‘kids’ off to various jobs, one having to borrow my van, because a car battery needed jumping. I talked about drawing books, schedules, and What is Poetry? by Michael Rosen with various family members. My 15 yo and I talked about how we can secretly make my hubby’s favorite mint bars for his upcoming birthday. I helped same child find wrapping paper for her gift. I’ve been praying and finalizing the book discussion, Scriptures, and end of year stuff to share with my mom friends tonight at the last meeting, I ended up dumping potatoes in the Instapot for a baked potato bar lunch. I’ve been listening with (thankfully) an amused heart to a recorder being played upstairs. I’ve been putting books on hold to read aloud and for planning our new home learning year. I’ve been digging into this blog for all her WONDERFUL inspiration and resources. I’ve been listening to this and something is stewing in my heart to share in my next article for Sisters of the Wooden Spoon. I’ve been reevaluating my health and my media usage, setting up accountability for both…
And it’s noon, now. 😁♥️ Time to return to this wonderful life I’ve been gifted, lunch, and the Winnie-the-Pooh audiobook, Pictures of Hollis Woods, On the Banks of Plum Creek, and narrations. I think I’ll cook some sausage on my pancake griddle 🤣 and put taco soup in the crockpot for dinner.
I share this because I’m just SO grateful for life and I love reading about other women’s days. 😄♥️ Bless your Tuesday. I’d love if you’d share below your day! 😍🌿
•away•
•fly away•
a swallow tattoo
on this heart
of mine
seasonal swoops
of satisfaction
freedom in a
fork-tailed
friend, black-blue
russet-chested
glad you are
back, right on time
my heart sorely
needed an ink-infusion
of set-me-freedom ~
A.M. Pine 🌲
•place•
Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in.
Wendell Berry
Hung Up
Pain, iron me out
steam, heat
seared straight
peace, swinging
on hanger.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Monday Ponderings {March 4th}
WEARINESS
Oh let me be alone, far from eyes and faces,
Let me be alone, a while, even from you;
My soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces,
The urge of useless winds, the sky of pitiless blue;
Let me be alone, a while, in twilit places,
Waiting the merciful night, the stately stars and the dew.
Sara Teasdale, Mirror of the Heart, p. 36
“ever-widening circles” – Rilke
Inspired by 지민
higher than the sky strangers
worlds apart, working on our art
ripples move outward, crisscrossing
your artistry, smiles, emotion,
dedication challenges me
maybe my covid-fueled
“mild-midlife crisis”
fandom can trickle
down into new fuel
for motherhood
for wifedom
and for my purple-tinged,
idea-driven
lifedom.
~A.M Pine 💜🌲💜
K.P.
“cozy chaos
sounds like a poem,”
said a friend.
shards of color,
warmth of light,
kind encouragement,
all combine to comfort
my raging heart.
A.M. Pine 🌲
The Wood
colorful spines down
the home library’s back
a living being
fire-breathed
forest of words
scaled and long-limbed
hint of dangerous beauty
caresses and rustles
through my pine-needled
red hair.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Not All Bad
sharing songs, ‘Zero
O’ Clock, Oscar the Grouch clips
social media joy.
A. M. Pine 🌲
Yellow
onion me
layers peeled
underneath it all
just
dirt
root vegetable?
shedding skin
pungent
crinkled
wrinkled
thin-slivers of flavor.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Lantern
Hope dribbles down edge
of my flat heart, pools, sits, stills
rise, shine out of eyes.
A.M. Pine 🌲
A.M. Pine - Hearth Ridge Reflections 