It’s true
Pecking at the black boxes on the key pad, daily
Each time, fingers move to passwords like lifelong friendships
A quick cradle and goodbye
As the mail is opened up, but empty
I shake my head at friendships that last
Sturdy and reliable, weathered and tested
We have passed the one year mark
One year DTR – Dossier to Rwanda
Poetry has passed time, documented mood swings
Like lights and darks and inks and blobs
And seasonal markers shift, again and again
The waiting has been long
The dream full brimming over
Hearts full and full of hope still
Unsure of where it all comes from
The faith, the dream, the hope
But I know we have chosen this path
With intention
With love
And with our hands held tightly together, swinging
Down our future, bright
While we may not know with certainty
Where this journey will end
We continue forward
Enjoy full wide summer days
Blue skies
Red lilies
Whites of eyes
And wait as our panorama unfolds, moon tides
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Clothesline, Cool days
Like the robins in my yard
Louder than flash lightening
I too like strips of coloured string
Simple crayon colours: Nesting
I like to add little highlights
Knot up some yolk-yellows
And tie in some bulb-blues
Just making my home
Feel that little sweet-bit new
Because waiting for something
A dream pinned to a summer day’s clothesline
Drying too slowly - trapped too long
I can touch that fabric
See the sharp hues
It’s not right and it’s also not wrong
I watch sun shine brightly on it
But it is damp and drying slow
And the day passes
And the rest I don’t know
I look toward my garden
And the long weekend of May
Unplanted beds
Tended and ready
And once again I resist a plan
Resist those tiny seeds
Because maybe just maybe
We won’t be here to weed
But the robins comfort differently
They say nest gently – in your own way
Tie with strong, bright strings
Let each fly proudly, even wildly
Plant your garden
And let time pass as it may
Louder than flash lightening
I too like strips of coloured string
Simple crayon colours: Nesting
I like to add little highlights
Knot up some yolk-yellows
And tie in some bulb-blues
Just making my home
Feel that little sweet-bit new
Because waiting for something
A dream pinned to a summer day’s clothesline
Drying too slowly - trapped too long
I can touch that fabric
See the sharp hues
It’s not right and it’s also not wrong
I watch sun shine brightly on it
But it is damp and drying slow
And the day passes
And the rest I don’t know
I look toward my garden
And the long weekend of May
Unplanted beds
Tended and ready
And once again I resist a plan
Resist those tiny seeds
Because maybe just maybe
We won’t be here to weed
But the robins comfort differently
They say nest gently – in your own way
Tie with strong, bright strings
Let each fly proudly, even wildly
Plant your garden
And let time pass as it may
Saturday, April 2, 2011
still waiting, still optimistic...
It has been 9 months since our Dossier arrived to the Ministry in Rwanda that processes adoptive families (Ministry of Gender and Families). Each month that has passed has been a journey forward into a process with very little information, very little updates, and very little accurate hints of what will happen next. Life outside this adoption has been full, but the adoption is a constant little dream that sits inside everything else we do.
During these last couple months several international adoptive families have had news of their approval from the Ministry, and then have, within a few months, received their referral for their child/children. After the referral it is about 3-5 weeks before travel. It has been humbling listening to all of these online stories of this life changing experience, knowing that one day, it will be us buying those plane tickets, walking up to the blue gates of the Home of Hope Orphanage, and meeting our children for the first time.
At this point, we continue to wait with open hearts and optimism. Our lawyer has told us that we should be hearing any day, but we understand that there is so much to do on the Rwandan side that we can't make this go faster. We both know in our hearts that the right timing is the timing we have.
To all of our family and friends out there reading this, we really appreciate you staying in touch and hearing our story as it emerges.
One day this blog will be filled with a trip to Rwanda, a court case, a couple new passports, and family ready, willing and able. That will be a good day to share.
During these last couple months several international adoptive families have had news of their approval from the Ministry, and then have, within a few months, received their referral for their child/children. After the referral it is about 3-5 weeks before travel. It has been humbling listening to all of these online stories of this life changing experience, knowing that one day, it will be us buying those plane tickets, walking up to the blue gates of the Home of Hope Orphanage, and meeting our children for the first time.
At this point, we continue to wait with open hearts and optimism. Our lawyer has told us that we should be hearing any day, but we understand that there is so much to do on the Rwandan side that we can't make this go faster. We both know in our hearts that the right timing is the timing we have.
To all of our family and friends out there reading this, we really appreciate you staying in touch and hearing our story as it emerges.
One day this blog will be filled with a trip to Rwanda, a court case, a couple new passports, and family ready, willing and able. That will be a good day to share.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Interface
Like Alice in Wonderland
Playing life size checkers
Freakish greetings from Mad Hatters
We play music and write and paint
Playing away days of this waiting game
Like multicoloured jigsaw pieces
Floating in space
And we interface
Like ripples upon that skyline
We call dreams
Recall scenes of long ago thought up meanings
And time passes like true comedy
Like those Old Greek philosophers who would
Sit on goat ridden stone mountains
Create dialogue and hit-it-to-each-other
Building language and timeless traditions
Of the tongue
Shout out
Rung out
Where’s that marriage between
Those star crossed lovers
Because we took the stage
And played
But this game of anticipation doesn’t work that way
Like Alice in Wonderland
This is a new land
And the rules come in surprise
Twists of colour and shape
And the only thing to hold onto
Is knowing that it will never be the same
I have to say though
That this game is worth that wait
That in the end when it all aligns
And we hold our new fates
Two innocent faces - life long play mates
Staring at us
This game will fade
As Alice comes home
Through that rabbit hole
And two worlds hold stories built from
Imagination and reality
And our family is whole
Playing life size checkers
Freakish greetings from Mad Hatters
We play music and write and paint
Playing away days of this waiting game
Like multicoloured jigsaw pieces
Floating in space
And we interface
Like ripples upon that skyline
We call dreams
Recall scenes of long ago thought up meanings
And time passes like true comedy
Like those Old Greek philosophers who would
Sit on goat ridden stone mountains
Create dialogue and hit-it-to-each-other
Building language and timeless traditions
Of the tongue
Shout out
Rung out
Where’s that marriage between
Those star crossed lovers
Because we took the stage
And played
But this game of anticipation doesn’t work that way
Like Alice in Wonderland
This is a new land
And the rules come in surprise
Twists of colour and shape
And the only thing to hold onto
Is knowing that it will never be the same
I have to say though
That this game is worth that wait
That in the end when it all aligns
And we hold our new fates
Two innocent faces - life long play mates
Staring at us
This game will fade
As Alice comes home
Through that rabbit hole
And two worlds hold stories built from
Imagination and reality
And our family is whole
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
What's Shaking
Many of you have asked quietly, ...where are things at?
We haven't really known much along the way, so there hasn't been much to post. We are in a long line of families, waiting...and that is a tough spot to be in, month after month.
We did hear back from our lawyer a few weeks ago who mentioned that the Ministry (the official ministry in Rwanda who processes dossiers) is continuing to move along.
In our minds, we are thinking that this summer may be realistic in terms of timing, but we are happy to optimistic and realistic at the same time.
In the mean time, we will keep writing poetry, keep dreaming big, and keep wondering what it will be like to have our babies home. All of those are sweet thoughts that keep us full as we wait.
Please feel free to ask us though...we are happy to share what is happening, as we know it...
We haven't really known much along the way, so there hasn't been much to post. We are in a long line of families, waiting...and that is a tough spot to be in, month after month.
We did hear back from our lawyer a few weeks ago who mentioned that the Ministry (the official ministry in Rwanda who processes dossiers) is continuing to move along.
In our minds, we are thinking that this summer may be realistic in terms of timing, but we are happy to optimistic and realistic at the same time.
In the mean time, we will keep writing poetry, keep dreaming big, and keep wondering what it will be like to have our babies home. All of those are sweet thoughts that keep us full as we wait.
Please feel free to ask us though...we are happy to share what is happening, as we know it...
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday
Hanging Sweetly Off A Crescent Moon
Is Hope
Forms like
A precise expression
Flowing into a refined stretch
And down into my breath
I know
The moon looks down on all of us
And secrets yet told
Hang sweetly
Hope is an accompaniment
Like a ruffle off the edge of a stilled pirouette
Surreal choreography decorates
First a sandy beach and then
A globe - silvery silk sides
Soft flowing fabric shapes oceans
Salty water dancing delicately through tender tree leaves
As waves ebb and grow
Light lifting off into whimsical rhyme
Spinning toes upright
Tapping against snow crests
And down into the depths of the Pacific
Light splattering against pavement
Just outside my house
While we lay sleeping
Is Hope
Forms like
A precise expression
Flowing into a refined stretch
And down into my breath
I know
The moon looks down on all of us
And secrets yet told
Hang sweetly
Hope is an accompaniment
Like a ruffle off the edge of a stilled pirouette
Surreal choreography decorates
First a sandy beach and then
A globe - silvery silk sides
Soft flowing fabric shapes oceans
Salty water dancing delicately through tender tree leaves
As waves ebb and grow
Light lifting off into whimsical rhyme
Spinning toes upright
Tapping against snow crests
And down into the depths of the Pacific
Light splattering against pavement
Just outside my house
While we lay sleeping
Friday, November 26, 2010
Keepin' it
F orward falling into splashes of snowy winter slush
A ction of daily life paced like a morning to night metronome
I mitated through life’s shadows – movements so familiar and distant
T hankful for routines keeping pace and rhythm
H opeful for change as snow melts and playful puddles emerge
A ction of daily life paced like a morning to night metronome
I mitated through life’s shadows – movements so familiar and distant
T hankful for routines keeping pace and rhythm
H opeful for change as snow melts and playful puddles emerge
Monday, October 25, 2010
Restless Wonderings
A sweet starling talks of
faces in dreams
like time machines
bending us forward
through Rwandan doors where
feet shuffle on dirt floors
Barbers and braids
boys and girls
curly curls and
afros
shakes each hand where
water meets land
inside translations and tickets
voyages yet to be planned
meets language to complete
immigration and citizenship
a thousand hills
of questions
upon a lifeline trill
of nature and nurture
steeped in bureaucratic speech
built upon fragrant dreams
reliant on a floating reach
sweet songs simmer as
day light becomes dimmer
fall leaves dance to the ground
lost and found
paper piled families swing on mary-go-rounds
and hair tossles amidst
cut outs of
sugar and spice and lollipop swirls
blending into curly curls and
afros
startling starlings wake up
and blink
faces in dreams
like time machines
bending us forward
through Rwandan doors where
feet shuffle on dirt floors
Barbers and braids
boys and girls
curly curls and
afros
shakes each hand where
water meets land
inside translations and tickets
voyages yet to be planned
meets language to complete
immigration and citizenship
a thousand hills
of questions
upon a lifeline trill
of nature and nurture
steeped in bureaucratic speech
built upon fragrant dreams
reliant on a floating reach
sweet songs simmer as
day light becomes dimmer
fall leaves dance to the ground
lost and found
paper piled families swing on mary-go-rounds
and hair tossles amidst
cut outs of
sugar and spice and lollipop swirls
blending into curly curls and
afros
startling starlings wake up
and blink
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