Not Your Children

I’ve been thinking this morning about that poem by Kahlil Gibran because sometimes I need to remind myself what my role is as a parent and I particularly love the part in the poem – “you may house their bodies but not their souls” –  how very true.  My children are free beings…not my possessions.  They have come here to find and follow their own path- how lucky we are to tend to them in in the meantime, as we strengthen our bow to eventually send them off into the world.

Lets not bend them to our will.

Break their spirit.

Control their thoughts.

Censor their speech.

It would be a grave and terrible mistake to make them like us.  Lets each teach them instead how to find their freedom of expression, their voice, and ability to listen to their own heart…and if we listen, closely and openly- they have so very much to teach us.

Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.


Not My Tribe : The Importance of Making the Distinction.

Because I have so much extra time on my hands I thought I’d write about  and illustrate some very disturbing and distressing material that I think should be eradicated from this day forward:

Why do we need to hide the fact or pretty the fact that we need to use TP in the bathroom?  ITS A BATH-ROOM!
Toilet? Chances are you need toilet paper.   Unfortunately what ends up happening is that you have NO IDEA there is TP because it’s so well hidden (WHAT’S WITH THE CREEPY DOLL ON THE BACK OF THE TOILET YOU WONDER AS YOU DESPERATELY LOOK AROUND FOR SOME PAPER TO WIPE YOUR BUM..) so you have to get creative…. that’s what these are for….

Country Kitchen lace window coverings…  wait, am I in a bad dream or the Cracker Barrel Restaurant?
“Mommy why does that man have so many stuffed animals in his car?”  Why indeed?  Why would ANYONE ? EVER? Unfortunately when I see these people in their cars I have to stop the judgement machine in my brain that screams “Child- at -home- in -cage!” “Creepy Pedophile!” “I know you have Knick Knacks ALL. OVER .YOUR. HOME!” and I just have to calmly tell myself instead-

“These people are simply just not part of my tribe.”

Ha, fooled you! Those are not my children quietly reading under the old birch tree! Those are my lawn silhouettes you silly goose!


“not my tribe, not my tribe, not my tribe”

In Memory of My Sister Lisa Grady

It was the perfect night to say goodbye…
At Parson’s Beach.

Her favorite place in the whole world.

We walked to find the perfect spot.

and made a circle, inside placing the urn of ashes where we all wished her our farewell’s as we held hands – together, as we believed she would have wanted….

her Son, and Daughter finally emptying the contents into the shallow waters where the tides would bring her back…

ashes to ashes….

as the sun continued it’s downward journey into the Maine summer evening

Farewell my Sister….

You will be missed, but never forgotten.

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The Power of Words

Words:  They have the power to heal, and the power to hurt.

My brother came to visit for the last couple of days…. you know- my brother the poet.

He recently graduated from his job as Kick Ass Sales and Personal Awesomeness Development Coach (that’s my own job title for him) of those he trained to do the turn around job with him…. he did  amazing work. He did such a good job in  fact, that after two years of working his tushie off (sleepless nights, anxiety, long hours, travel) with the awesome team he built –  investors magically came to the table to buy the company.

So he graduated Magna Cum Laude.

Truly- imagine if we treated people with the




for their contribution to our company, project, or dream that were created during their time with us?

instead of having a quiet little chat just after 5:00 pm placing “the letter” on the desk and offering a cardboard box for the collection of his “things.”


I prefer the word GRADUATION: it has so much more to offer and says something completely different- even allows the recipient to hold their head up high in honor and feel proud of the work they’ve done.

So Lar,

in recognition of your amazing contribution to a company I know desperately needed you at the time you were hired and had the amazing good fortune of working with you and benefiting from your experience, wisdom, and willingness I want to THANK YOU and let you know how AMAZING you truly are and to say EVERYTHING happens for a reason….

Your work was done…and they did not need you anymore and that- is something to be proud of. You helped them become self sufficient and wildly successful.  Time to move on.

Now… get writing- I can’t wait to read more poetry that truly expresses you and will be far more reaching, and a whole lot more satisfying.

I love you.



I’m on Maine and trying to settle in.  Why is it so difficult to pack for our kids? I was truly disgusted with the amount of crap-ah-lah I had to bring with me! UGH!   Yesterday the kids were pretty tired and cranky so our first day here was less than steller.  They feel that whenever they see their “mim”(grandmother) that the event should resemble Christmas, and that there should be treats and packages at the waiting. It’s so not cool.

My highlight of my day yesterday was dragging their grumpy selves through a craft fair as I took photos using my new i-phone.

I am particularly loving all the new apps!

There is one is called Hipstamatic and I absolutely love the results of how photographs turn out.

The top two are the Hipstamatic and the bottom one is from a different one called Camera Plus that was taken as we were driving up to Maine with Manon enjoying the summer day with her head out the window.  Have a Happy Fourth of July!