Built with tender hands and love for his daughter, she happily rocked through childhood. Then with tiny fingers wrapped around books, they rocked like her – smiles spreading across their soft cheeks. Adorable animals enhanced the white finish – charm never to be erased. As memories of her father flooded her mind like a scrapbook of Polaroids, Grandma watched her grandchildren with a full heart, for that special rocker embraced new generations with the gentlest rhythm of love.
Our son in 1997, enjoying Grandma’s rocking chair that her father built. This precious little rocker has been passed down through our family for each new grandchild to feel the love.
I’m excited to tell you that my next book will be out later next month!!! A compilation of poetry from all seasons of life and short memoirs reflecting back on the years as my 60th approaches very soon. 😉 Life’s canvas has changed colors with the passing of my parents and our children well into their adulting years. My first-born will be 30 this year! How did that happen so fast? And with my husband and I discussing our next chapter when retirement arrives, exciting, scary, and adventurous times shine ahead!
Below are a few poems in my book just to give you a glimpse…
Red Lipstick
With childlike fascination, I leaned against the door frame watching her apply a little powder to her nose, a touch of red to her lips. No more, no less. She was flawless. Then our eyes locked, sharing an unspoken connection.
Questions arise, so I gently tucked her wisdom in a safe space where I could draw from it easily.
I’d love to share tales of life she’s missing. Perhaps, again someday.
Magic
I watch your car fade into the sunrise as distance broadens between us.
Dreams desire to be unhindered. We crave the chase.
When you capture yours, hold it like a new puppy, wiggling with excitement.
You are in my heart. Feel the joy emanating.
You know the rain may linger…
Oh, but the magic is knowing my love travels wherever your dreams may guide you.
Aglow
On the little country road to the country town we go where hands on the clock tick slow, slow, slow – leading to reflection of memories that flow where thoughts transport to a time that stays aglow.
The Teacher
Its canary boldness rises to the sun alone, yet not lonely, fearing nothing, but wearing bravery on each petal – standing tall with strength in lean green attire, as if soaking up the day’s endless possibilities.
Belonging
Do you trust me? Will you take my hand and let me lead the way to a place transcending the boundaries of our reality? Let us get lost in tranquility – dancing to the majesty of the surroundings, feeling the rhythm vibrate through our bones. For as long as our hearts desire, this is our destination. Time is but a memory. Its existence leaves no trace on the path where we tread. There is only you, me, and the intensity of our belonging to each other.
In the last difficult year, while I’ve heard that others have lost their inspiration to create, mine flowed like a raging river! I envisioned this book: mapping out the format, choosing writing pieces to include, then finally putting words into action. A long time coming since my last book was published in 2015. Seems like a hundred years ago. So, with new spring blooms follows the completion of another creative goal.One more box checked off!
KEEP YOUR VISION IN FOCUS AND PERSISTENCE EXERCISED!
I hope you continue to pursue your goals, checking off those boxes, as well. And if you are happy and willing to help promote my book, please let me know in the comments below.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AND I WISH YOU AN ABUNDANCE OF POSSIBILITIES IN THE NEW SEASON TO COME.
~Lauren Scott (c) ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Photos: Google & my garden
coffee on the patio with some good reading material
happy blooms
a gorgeous sunset
covid humor
More fires rage, the pandemic isn’t going away soon, and political and social unrest remains. So, everywhere we go, whether on a stroll around the neighborhood or a walk around the house, it’s the little things that have the ability to quell the anxiety if we give them the opportunity.XOXO
We experienced a big rain storm last weekend, watched our neighbor’s tree fall (across from our house), as we happened to be outside at the time. So we watched and ran to the house, trying not to be its landing target. With all dramatics aside, it was very surreal, and if our neighbor hadn’t of come over to warn us at the time that she did, things may have turned out tragically different. The tree literally fell about 30 seconds later!
But prior to hearing the cracks in the falling tree, we lost power, which was off for over 24 hours. We didn’t complain though. Instead, we were grateful that no one was hurt and no property was damaged. As for the power being out Saturday evening, we ate by candlelight and lanterns, read, talked, and played board games. It was actually a nice evening of disconnect from technology and reconnect with family. This “excitement” offered a new perspective to be thankful for the comforts we do have, for timing being fortunately precise when it should be, and for those public works employees who show diligence in getting life back to normal.
I hope this post finds you all feeling good and happy as this new year begins to unfold.
My book, “Finding a Balance” is now available on my publisher’s site, Xlibris, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. The links are below if you’d like to order a copy
and I want to thank you all in advance for your support to my writing, but most importantly, to the awareness of my daughter’s disease, PSC, and to becoming an organ donor.
ALL PROCEEDS WILL BE DONATED TO THE CHRIS KLUG FOUNDATION, which is dedicated to promoting lifesaving donation and improving the quality of life for donors, donor families, organ transplant candidates and recipients.
(chrisklugfoundation.org)
Please also feel free to visit my Published Work Page
on the tab beneath my header.
I’m so happy for Kruti Mehta and the publication of her new book, Chords of Life (top right corner)…
Alex is everything for Tracy and without him she would be a living morgue. There are days in her life when Kia looks forward to killing her husband. Karma is after Jackson for his doings in the past. Life has taken a full circle and his past deeds are knocking at his doors. Jennifer has nothing left except the memories of her beautiful daughter Rain , whose death remains a tragedy forever. Chords of Life is a collection of strange, morbid, unusual tales of my mind. Our life is like Chords of a Guitar each filled with different emotions at every stage. We may not face the same level of harshness as others, but we do know the bitter truth about cruelty. Each story is crafted with a different emotion within itself.
So if you’re searching for that next compelling book to read in this New Year, here it is! I’ve added it to my collection and I hope you’ll do the same. 🙂
Have you ever “talked” about “doing” something, but never did it? I have, so I’ve chosen this year “for doing” and I’m excited to say that my first poetry book is in the production process. I am publishing it through Xlibris and they have been really great to work with. It is expected to be released in October.
Most importantly, I’m dedicating the book to my parents, In Loving Memory of Mom. I wish I had committed to it before she passed away, but I can only move forward now and do it for Dad. Anyway, I just thought of sharing some exciting news and am proud of myself for finally “walking the talk!” 🙂
I also know several other friends who are publishing books, so this truly is the year “for doing!” I’m excited to read them all! ♥
Thanks for visiting and I wish you
a wonderful weekend ahead
and encourage you to…
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 