Viola

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz6nq4AhFZE

Smell of old books,
Ripening attitudes and favorite sounds
Harmony
Marriage

So special and delicate are these beings
That share with us
Free us from hiding the beauty in every moment

Verse

I had this powerful dream last night about having a baby boy. I gave birth to him, had to leave to go to work or school or something, so I gave him to a friend to watch for the day. There ended up being a million different places he went that day. I had to go through all of them to get to him. I searched and searched. It's awful to feel like there's this huge part of you that's just waiting for you to find it. You miss it and crave it and yearn for the way it makes you feel. I knew exactly where he was the whole time, but I still went through every single place just to make sure he had moved on to the next. My parents and friends had taken him to a play that night. When I scooped him up and held his little body in my hands this surge of relief and an overwhelming sense of calm filled my body. We were together and that's where we belonged.

I'm pretty sure I already knew I wanted to have a kid someday. But it's more than that to me. It's the way I felt when I held him and the passion he invoked in me to keep fighting all day long.

I'm still looking for that part of me. I wish it could be as concrete as a little being.

Why on this day did I start to blog? Well, I think it stemmed from the inevitable boredom that comes from most holidays that surround one person. A not you person. I find myself trying to fill the time in between the cooking and baking and looking up movie times.


In the spirit of the time I will contribute to the "word a day" series of my fellow blogger who is partially responsible for the genesis of this blog.
http://wordadayinspired.blogspot.com/

Kitten.

If I could freestyle rap this is what I would say:

Mitten - a smitten kitten is just sittin by her lonesome cause she wants to hunt some of the

Other Cats.

Why is that?

She held up her fluffy pitter patter of paw to see the horrors she could inflict on the

Other Cats.

Yes, she knows its vicious but this is not some malicious nor suspicious rhyme just in time to see her bust down the

Other Cats.

A message, a warning, a service to the nervous. Just to clear the air, it's only fair to lay down the sound for the pound.

Why is that?

Other Cats. Are vicious. Other Cats. Are sane. Other Cats take pleasure in the smitten kitten's pain.

She ain't as smart. She ain't as mean, but she sure as hell ain't scared to make a big scene.

Fin.