And then I heard my littlest one….awaking next to me.  He cooed, he stretched, and he opened his eyes with a smile.  Pure joy radiated from his sweet little face.

Suddenly it all became clear.  “It’s a NEW DAY”, my spirit said to me.  “Just receive this day as the new beginning that it is.  Do not think of what’s to come, or what was yesterday….just open your heart and mind to NOW.”

We’ve all heard of “All I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten”….Well, all I need to know, I’m  learning from my sweet baby boy.  This is what he teaches me:

When you open your eyes in the morning,

Watch the sunlight patterns dancing on the ceiling.

When you’re hungry, stop at nothing and

Eat until you are satisfied and full.

When your heart is grieving,

Cry it all out and hold nothing back.

When you want something,

Reach with all your might…and if it is not in your grasp,

Find something else that intrigues you.

Laugh – just because it’s a fun thing to do!

Look at friends, neighbors, and strangers with an open spirit –

As if you’re seeing each person for the first time.

Laugh, laugh, and laugh again.

Then curl up into the arms of mother earth/god/the universe,

And rest ~ knowing that your needs are met.

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We talk about the boy
we talk about the men
borrow the lipstick
sharpen the eyebrow pen
make it right
fix the hair
laugh & giggle
intensely stare
into the mirror hoping it’s just the lighting that’s funny
or thinking “Damn I look good- this corset was worth the money.”

The tease stands next to the virgin stands next to the lover stands next to the whore
A United Nations of girlfriends
someone’s laughing
that one’s bored

She has too much shadow
she’s a cloud of perfume
she’s way too dressed down
move your elbow
I need room

There’s at least one bachelorette party getting wild, loud & free
To predict the marriage’s fate
just spot the bride-to-be
if she’s wasted, looking poisoned
reaching for that last hurrah
like her wedding is a death of sorts
rigor mortis in a lacy white bra

“She’s in trouble,” I purse my lips, hoping everything goes good
but judge her as she leaves the room without washing as she should

We linger extra long
make the boys think that we’ve bounced
or wonder what we’re talking about
probably things they can’t pronounce

or maybe they can say it, but they’ll never understand
our estrogen fueled convos
“I’ll have another cosmo-
I’m not going to his condo”

“Shoot, I forgot a tampon,” echos from within a stall.
And an army of pink soldiers rush forth to meet the call

Light or super?
Floral or free?
I only have one
Well I’ve got three
Do you like stripes or prefer argyle?
It’s like a supermarket aisle
The sisterhood makes me smile
Did you see my nail file?
It was just here, somebody cinched it
Ooooh these dirty bitches.

Now things are so different

I don’t go potty with my ladies
Just a couple crazy babies

Hoping for just one solo pee
Not a possibility
But who needs the privacy?

With one at my leg
and the other on my hip
I primp, shower, dry off, and sit.
I bring the books, the distractions, and toys
Nobody’s worried about parties or boys

One laughs, one cries
I hurry, hurry up
“What’d you drop in the toilet? Your toothbrush? A cup?
Don’t worry, I won’t shout. Wait for daddy to get it out.”

Somebody retiled my bathroom world
but I’m not complaining
I like these homegirls.

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Some days it all falls into place
the rhythm, the magick of chores
I am the mama I want to be

Through it all I see those deep brown eyes
seeing me with a wisdom I have long forgotten
With a newness & hope I sometimes forget

Your soul reminds me what I must do
slow down . . .  enjoy the moment
be it perfect or heinous . . .
all is as it should be

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I have a little symphony
Growing inside of me.
Each day new notes combine
To form this amazing being!

Each time you move,
Each time you groove,
Each time you make your presence known
My heart rejoices,
My spirit sings
As the seed of life is grown.

I pray your spirit will always be free,
As I witness your unique symphony
The song that only you can write
On the amazing pages of this wonderful life.

~A. Williams

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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