Prairie Lily Arts

Heart Stories

Growing up is a roller coaster ride.  Exciting. Challenging. Playful. Confusing. Breathtaking. Joyful.

Ever shaping. Molding.

A journey.  The first chapters of a new life.

Curling up with a favorite book under worn quilts and fuzzy blankets has always been a place of calm for my little men and I. Tucked beneath my wing. Soaking up words, pictures... love.

Since they were each but babies, with tender skin glowing pink, I have chosen for them Valentine stories to say, "I love you." 

Sometimes as night surrounds, restlessness tugs and pulls.

Heart Felt

We have fallen in love with heart felt wreaths.   

 

Ok, I fell in love with heart felt wreaths.  (The boys just got silly posing with the heart.  Imagine, if you will, the two arches becoming rabbit ears.  Apparently to little-boy imaginations, it wasn't a stretch.)

I'll Marry You

"Mama, I'm gonna marry you."

Sweet little boy words pouring from his tender heart straight into mine... daily.

And then the day came that he wanted to make sure I knew how earnestly he yearned to know that I would be his and he would be mine forever... that no one else could possibly ever be more important, more beautiful, more loved in his eyes.

He studied the plastic seal from the milk carton.  Small fingers drew it from the cool of the counter.  Little legs not yet tall enough to reach on their own hop down from the stool.  Bare feet pad across smooth wood until they meet my own.  He takes my hand and glides the white ring onto my finger.  Tender little cheeks rise in a sunlight smile.  Expectant eyes search mine.  "Mama, will you marry me?"

Window on the World

 Through a lens obscured,

Light streams.

Like an icy wall,

Shimmering crystal slips away

One drop at a time,

Wrapped in the warmth of the sun.

 

Skies clear,

Like sapphire pools washing.

Barriers melt.

The Still Moments

 
Frozen.

The world slows.

A breathtaking,

Reflective,

Stillness.

How often do we reach,

Struggling to unlock words...

When stillness speaks?

When eyes read each letter written upon your soul,

When fingers interlock,

When tears are cupped like unbroken crystals

Lest they splash upon the floor,

When a rosy cheek of slumber

Rests peacably upon your shoulder,

When laughter floats

As feet leave the ground...

Stillness speaks.

Let Them Eat Snow!

 
Silently it floats against the night.  Mounting. Soft as cotton.  Light as down.  A crystal ballet suspended in the air.  I blow tiny swirls into the darkness... as a feathery dandelion gone to seed.  Bare toes sink into its frosty carpet. Like a child on Christmas Eve... I peek.

Sled. Check. Mittens, boots, hats... check.

A full jug of cider waits to simmer in winter spices.  Chili beans for stewing. Cornmeal for rising. Cocoa for mixing, marshmallows for roasting... and a large, empty bowl for collecting.  There shall be snow ice cream tomorrow.