I cannot tell you when I wrote this, exactly. I know it was written while I was pregnant with my daughter over 30 years ago. I had more time than money and still have more time than money! I am sharing this for the first time and putting it here just as it was written all those years ago.
Missing Your Beautiful Face by Tammy Hammerschmidt Elsing
I can’t wait till the time
When we again
Can share our love,
Just you and I.
I want to stare into your starry eyes
And wish again you won’t leave.
Now, I await till your return,
To see that beautiful face
I so much wish to see.
I think of it often,
Hoping it will be there, here.
Why do I sit here
Missing your beautiful face
When I know you will be here soon;
You and your beautiful face.
I have come a long way in my writing, however, this makes me feel like anything can be done with a little practice. That, my friends, is exactly what I have been doing – practicing. We all have things we want to do better and with a little time, patience and practice – we will get better.
This is a short, but interesting blog post for me today. I have more old writings to share and I hope you enjoy, comment and share.
Time and time, again we think that today is the day. Sometimes I don’t feel like doing things. I still try to do something. There is never a day that makes me want to give up. Keep going, it will get better.
I am up early and going outside makes me feel refreshed. The quietude of the last bits of night, preparing for the day. The moon is a sliver in the sky, the stars shine bright. As I listen to the train whistle off in the distance, I can’t help but wonder where it’s going or what the driver sees as nature provides a variety of scenes.
We have so many plans, places to go, people to see. What is the next step? The answers are there just waiting for us to find. Time is elusive. It hides and never giving in – even just a little. When we least expect it, we seem to find it. Spending vacation without a wristwatch or phone is a great way to feel time slow down.
I try to slow down. I get lazy and forget that time is our most precious commodity. It doesn’t care what we did or didn’t do. It continues on whether we make the best use of it or not because we cannot stop it. Time is something we cannot see or put under a microscope.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. I struggle, sometimes, to understand why. We don’t need to know – just believing it is enough. They say that there is always a time and that things will happen when it is right.
I always want to be awake and aware of that one moment that can change everything. Do I see it? No. Do I make the best of every moment? Probably not. I do know that life has moved at a very fast pace and it catches me off guard, subsequently, I have taken it upon myself to start a project that I haven’t worked on and is collecting dust.
Does everyone get everything done? No. Why? We have the same 24 hours, so what keeps us from doing more? From being our best self? Taking action is what we need to do, therefore, that is what I am doing right now.
After leaving this sit for almost a year and a half, I started writing for my blog again. I have taken the time to build it and work out some kinks. Learning something new is always fun and sometimes a challenge. This is something I really want to get good at. I have time, I made time, I want to tell you that there isn’t as much time left as you think there is.
I love this quote and have used it often – reminds me that the clock is ticking —-
“If you do not like where you are, MOVE! You are not a TREE!”
A woman wears many hats – and they don’t always fit. Some hats are tight-fitting and some are large. Some fit perfectly and some we would just as soon get rid of.
Like many of you, I dabble in things because it piques my interest. Maybe someone does something that I always wanted to do or they know something that I have always found fascinating. I may have discovered something that makes me feel like I did when I was a kid – the curiosity, the dream, the thing that was worth the wait.
We never know until we try, ask, do. Sometimes we find that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t what we thought it would be. Did it satisfy our curiosity? Did it feel more like an obligation than a dream? Another hat to be worn.
We took classes, bought books and supplies. Trying to figure out which one thing would make growing up worth the wait. Trial and error in trying on the hats that we liked. Did it fit well? Maybe we thought so, but, we ended up throwing it in the closet for a while thinking – maybe later. I will buy another hat.
I love trying on hats. They make me feel alive and ready to tackle something new. I am a creator, a maker, a doer of things. I have failed at many things and that has not stopped me from doing something new. This is something new that I never thought I could do. Blogging gives me a chance to hone my writing skills, meet new people, learn new things.
I love learning. That is a hat that I love wearing. It fits perfectly on my head and I have worn it to the point of comfort. Women wear many hats and we often take for granted that old, worn hat. It is a hat we go back to – for comfort, for security, and for strength.
When I am wearing other hats, I feel alive or sometimes I hide.
Sometimes it’s about the clothes…. my hubby got me my early birthday present – my new housecoat. The thing is, I have to throw the old one away. That may not seem like a big deal to some, but to me, it is a little “big” deal. I am all for sending it along for someone else to re-use, but, I can safely say that this has seen it’s days.
Today I am throwing that old thing out. Now, before you laugh….what is one thing that you have that has more memories attached to it and you wouldn’t get rid of? ( I am usually not a materialistic person either). My old housecoat has been through Christmases and cool fall evenings. It has carried babies at night. Witnessed awesome kids and naughty ones. It has been my security blanket through good times and bad. Oh, that coat has had more spills and spit-up on it than anything else I own!
I have cried and laughed inside it. I have spent all day wearing it. It has been used to wipe the snot from the noses of little ones. It has been worn as I sat on the dock and wondered at the stars in the middle of the night. Pulled it tight as I keep the winter wind from blowing through me. It has been washed so many times that it has worn in places that are almost see-through.
I will throw my old one, because, it is, quite frankly, worn out! Before you throw away or donate something, let the good times roll through your mind and roll on to make new ones.
I have kept that housecoat and it has moved as many times as I have. It hangs as a backup on the hanger on the door of my bedroom. The suggestions and support I got to keep it was amazing. Make it a quilt, turn it into stuffed animals, use it to make small blankets for the grandkids – all of which I may do.
I got to thinking about this because I had a memory pop up on Facebook. I love how it conjured up memories for many of you and that is why I have kept it, too.