Friday, May 29, 2009

A Letter to Dad

Father God,

I thank you.

You have blessed me with such an amazingly beautiful life. I have two of the most amazing children one could ever ask for and a man that directs my face and eyes toward glory continuously. My place of business is nothing but an avenue for growth and encouragement, partnered with opportunity to express creativity, vibeing with music... positivity... and laughing with good times... i will truly never have to work again. My church home curves with an artistic swagger as i lean in deeply. i am finally not the only "weird" one in the room... we are all there praising your name with tattooed arms raised enthusiastically. I am just one of the many pieces of the beautiful puzzle we are mastering nicely together... for in this house of worship we are all sky.

i love you.

tee tee

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I'm grateful for...

- God... you are the "Way Maker"... i will always cherish our bond. i am nothing without You.

- all the absolutely amazing women in my life. they have caught me as i've fallen.. it never ceases to amaze me how we have all found each other... God is so, so good.

- the love of my life. James you speak the same language of my soul.

- my intoxicating son Malachi. He keeps me young... and high on life.

- Da Shaniko... i will always marvel in your beauty and your laughter, your kisses and your smile, and how fast you've grown and continue to grow up. It makes me sad and proud all in the same breath. I love you and your power is greater than you know.

- Gateway... God resides here and it is also home to some of the most inviting, inspiring, accepting, loving Christ followers I have EVER met.

- The new house... My son FINALLY can play in the backyard!

_ The art of dressing hair. I will never have to work again. : )

- Photography... beauty set shop behind these pupils

- Poetry... you will always be my muse and I will write until air and these lips are no more.

- every breath.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Better

Rainy seasons knock out roofs
Even when
Sun streams bake the dry
With no clouds in sight
And no hint of rain for weeks with distant timelines
Looking down mountain sides with tin roofs winking back
Cruelly
Tin roofs that taunt
Giggles
He looks at me the same way he looks at cucumbers growing in front by the hut
Better get a good price for them