by lori | Jul 21, 2016 | Culture Shift, Feelings, Poetry, Respite
Security /səˈkyo͝orədē/ noun Weapons, walls, blame, and technology are not security. For me security is an open space within. Security is the freedom to be a gentle sprite at rest and moving among ever-shifting hearts. Cross-generational laughter. Borrowing others’... by lori | Jan 25, 2015 | Alzheimer's, Caregiving, Poetry, Women
mom I love the way you love warm folding of laundry soft fuzzy robes drying dishes, the game of where to put them you rubbing my hands and feet always present for me here beyond memory so let synapses misfire let brains tinder the fire of smiling hearts I thought...