memomuse

Writer, photographer, poet, and pirate This is my main Tumblr blog and it will tell you where you can find me and my projects on the web.

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Little wakes of wisdom found in nature, packed inside my heart inside my home. Continue to grow during this scary, uncertain time in any way you can. For me, it is my morning and evening ritual of my kitchen windowsill. In the am, I roll the white cotton curtains I makerspaced from a white sheet. And in the pm, I DAZZLE MY OWN DELIGHT WITH fairy lights. It is my signal to my neighbors that we’re all right and that I shine my own light out into the world. We need to share our light anyway we can. . . . #light #sunshine #fairylights #worldlove #gardens #nature #orchids #memomuse #muse #caring #yellowteacup #mygardenmuse #neighbors #neighborlylove #growth #playfulspirit #makerspace #white #kitchens #kitchenwindowsill #plants https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Eg2gBhsVu/?igshid=pktg2g4ujezj

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Hearts swirl Inside homes with tears . Release we repeat mantras to help us crawl through our fears and sorrow. we hold onto hope and return to grace . . . #poetry #pandemicpoetry #covid19poetry #isolation #humanity #sorrow #tears #hearts https://www.instagram.com/p/B-lG3CVBUHJ/?igshid=171l95jfp4byb

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Find the beauty— wherever, however but LOOK! #beauty #nature #inspiration #positivevibes #positive #spring #daffadils #helpline #yellow https://www.instagram.com/p/B9-T9wEhm5g/?igshid=932icpkml3e3

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Follow the muse into your Monday... . . . #Monday #muse #memomuse #art #ducks #whirligigs https://www.instagram.com/p/B9gpB5JhqeJ/?igshid=7oug7v3cfncv

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Stop, collaborate and listen . . . #memomuse #metal #muse https://www.instagram.com/p/B9goeh1BqiL/?igshid=cth9114ng08o

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What’s one of your little things that keeps you balanced and musing? White linens and pancakes make me smile. https://www.instagram.com/p/B9goIbrBtQS/?igshid=jxobdu83a5dl

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Happy International Women’s Day! Here’s to all the women who share their hearts & bounty to feed and nourish each other. We got this; we got each other. . . . #women #heart #womencaring #womengiving #equality #womensrights #internationalwomensday #wegotthis💪 #womenpower #lego #legoheart #sharingourbounty https://www.instagram.com/p/B9flw6ihOYm/?igshid=1yhzgaojbtmb

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Red currents and raspberries sing me a meadow of muse . . Today I saw an elderly couple I often see in church. I’m prone to find the oldest person in a room. My parents were always the oldest in the rooms of my childhood. They were older when they had me. Grey hair had set in on my father’s comb-over long before he taught me to ride a bike. . . My parents were the Greatest Generation, born in 1929 & 1935. People often mistook them for my grandparents. As a child & teen, this embarrassed me. Now, I don’t care. I just want them back. . . I find old people in rooms, restaurants and grocery stores, sitting in church pews, their wrinkles a compass towards my own heart. I trace the weathered face with my gaze & wonder if I can send a message through the living to the dead. It’s a morbid game I play wishing my dead parents could be the oldest people in the room with me, living. . . I play the same game with the birds: cardinals, to be exact. I believe in tiny miracles; they often boom the loudest. . . I saw this old couple today in a shopping center parking lot, on the way to my car. They were walking in and I was walking out. Yet our paths crossed, even among a lost car in a loose lot. . . They have no idea what game I play when I see them. The man with his Irish skin & sharp professor clothes reminds me so heart-ache-ingly of my father. I long to grab his elbow & say hello, touching his suade elbow patch for good luck. My father looked good in elbow-patched corduroy & wool blazers. He always wore a cap; old men do this so distinguishablely. This is something only old men can wear like wizards: elbow patches and wool caps— their wrinkles matching like a Coco Chanel scarf. . I saw the old couple & wanted so badly to speak to them. My heart was inside out & that can be such a mess when having to make small talk. The curse of the poet; we have no idea how to talk of the weather as its moods is what makes us sway & swoon. How the shape of a cumlinous cloud against sunset backlight can draft us into delirium. . . So I kept walking with my heart inside out & bought red currents & raspberries at the store. My mom & dad loved them both & grew them in our garden in Wheaton. . https://www.instagram.com/p/B9dbyq6BFjP/?igshid=1ky567hitofmm

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Red currents and raspberries sing me a meadow of muse . . Today I saw an elderly couple I often see in church. I am prone to find the oldest person in a room. My parents were always the oldest in the rooms of my childhood as they were older when they had me. Grey hair had set in on my father’s comb over long before he taught me to ride a bike. . . My parents were the Greatest Generation, born in 1929 & 1935. People often mistook them for my grandparents. As a child and teen, this embarrassed me. Now, I don’t care. I just ant them back. . . I find old people in rooms and stores and grocery stores, sitting in church pews, their wrinkles a compass towards my own heart. I trace the weathered face with my gaze and wonder if I can send a message through the living to the dead. It’s a morbid game I play wishing my dead parents could be the oldest people in the room with me, living. . . I play the same game with the birds: cardinals, to be exact. I believe in tiny muscles; they often boom the loudest. . . I saw this old couple today in a shopping center parking lot. They have no idea what game I play when I see them. The man with his Irish skin and sharp professor clothes reminds me so hart-ache-ingly of my father, I long to run his suave elbow patches for good luck. My father looks good in elbow patches corduroy and wool blazers. This is something only old men can wear like wizards. . . I saw he old couple and I wanted so badly to speak to them. My heart was inside out and that can be such a mess when having to make small talk. The curse of the poet; we have no idea how to talk of the weather as its moods is what makes us sway and swoon. How the shape of a@cumin koi’s cloud against sunset backlight can draft us into delirium. . . So I kept walking with my heart inside out and bought red currents and raspberries at the store. My mom and dad loved them both and grew them in our garden in Wheaton. . . . #GreatestGeneration #parents #grandparents #birds #angels #grief #writing #love #hope #messages #Faith #church #oldpeople #strangers #elbowpatches #panache #caps #hats #wrinkles #currents #gardens #raspberries #impulsebuys #memories #childhood #oldmen #couples (at Wheaton, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9dZvkch225/?igshid=vzpgcagjvyhl

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Open your ❤️ to the good... . . . #positivevibes #goodcheer #holidayspirit #good (at United States) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5__NSRB9Pz/?igshid=csg474kuo59s

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Reach for the sky and always face the sun. Dreaming big requires sunlight. . . . #lighthouses #northcarolina #dreambig #beachtowns #obx #outerbanks #photography #blueskies #inspiration #memomuse #curritucklighthouse #currituckcounty #views #dreams #aspirations #feedyourdreams #inspireothers #artists (at Currituck Light House) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3xu4EuBPLQ/?igshid=18ku0hr3jc7qt

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A Rooster Crows in the City

The morning wakes quietly, revealing hidden gems only those fluent in her language hear.

I woke restless and wide eyed at 4 am. I could not get back to sleep. So I surfed the most mild distraction I could find — my phone, checking emails and Insta likes. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t.

So I woke and read a relevant article that spoke to my heart. I flipped the page open to a spiritual…

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Happy International Women’s Day, Tumblr! 

Let’s take a moment to celebrate the women in our lives right now, the women we looked up to growing up, and the women who have opened doors for the next generation. Without them, we’d be nowhere.

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bark loud bark bold bark bright

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Happy New Year — Year of the Dog Color the World with Good

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How I Healed from my Mother’s Death: Time Sifts All Wounds

I made this gift for my husband the year my mother passed away. It was a Christmas gift and as a last minute Christmas elf, I worked on it Christmas Eve day. When I was working on it, I received a phone call my mom was in the hospital. I called the hospital and the nurse held the phone to her ear. It was the last time I ever spoke with her. My essay, Presence, published on Christmas Eve 2013 in…

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Bread Pudding

Bread Pudding My heart aches for her My mother is gone But her tie tips in my heart As all mothers dwell, inside the heart A simple memory — The Hitch* was famous for its bread pudding My husband says at dinner out Our date turns to tears in an instant My mother is sitting with us in the booth My husband and her were friends How she loved him so We remimense of a memory that is his I am lost to…

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