This is the story of our adventures -- every day and extraordinary; our dreams -- tiny and grand; our gardens -- ornamental and sustaining; this is the story of our journey.  We are a family of four living a mindful, simple life here in Los Angeles County.  We are green, conscious, and forward thinking.  We keep an eye on the past because some of the best things have already been done and bear repeating.  Walk and talk with us, have a glass of wine, taste a peach or a tomato, blow some bubbles and watch them drift up over the canyon ridge.  Enjoy!

Sunday, June 22, 2008


I am a wife, a mother, a girl

I sometimes wonder how I got here

I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul

I am a picker of buttercups and the big bullying daisies

I sleep flat on my back

I like to have my feet in sand

I should go to sleep

I should drink less wine

I have dreamed a dream of happiness. And live it

I love my mother and father and brother

I don't know where I'm going

I want to travel again

I always wish you were here

I live to eat

I love strawberries and cheese and butter and milk and lamb chops

I love the smell of the rain

I think people should be nicer to one another

I believe in peace

I hug trees

I heart the moon

I know the stars are always there

I don't spend enough time with me, alone

I acknowledge that I make mistakes

I adore my husband -- is he real?

I know that my daughters can't possibly be real

I talk to my cat. And he listens

I would love/to/fly. With wings of my own

I think surfing is really really hard

I love snowboarding. In powder

I really really really think it is wrong for bugs to land in my wine and then get into my mouth

I love me. Maybe not my thighs. But they have grown on me over the years

I am growing a great garden. And I'm proud of it

I hate gophers

I have the greatest pair of brown leather boots in the world

I wish it was still easy to find a good shoemaker

I hate people who don't let you merge

I wish my family lived closer

I miss running in the Village

I get really afraid on bridges

I cry when I think about how much my mother loves me


mo said...

I love your poem. I love strawberries and cheese and butter and milk and lamb chops, too! And I also hate it when bugs fly into my wine!!

Marlyn said...

Then CLEARLY we were meant to be friends

Marlyn said...

BTW, it's not actually a poem - iI wrote is as part of a challenge -- write about "I" aka "you"!!! First thought that pops in your head.

I'm 'posed to be a poet. Last poem I wrote is further down -- In the winter sunshine...


Help me!

Oh, and Mo, thanks.

mo said...

I accept the challenge! I'll write one and post it on my blog...after I finally make dinner and put the bug down for sleep.

mo said...

Alright...I posted mine!

jenni said...

I like this little look at YOU! :)
I like wine and strawberries and chocolate- & no bugs in my mouth

great prompt too-