The Gift Within

The Gift Within

I held my tummy in the shower caressing it in slow smooth circles as the water struck my shoulders and I looked down as if to be able to see inside myself.
Tilting my head back toward the stream of water I held my breathe and closed my eyes.
Thank you, God for this child.
Only you and I know at this point.  There is a segment of time when you have this secret to yourself.
How will I announce to my love that there is a gift within me that we have made.
My foot steps out on to the mat.  You hand me my
towel and wrap my shoulders in it's softness.
Pulling me into your embrace I think you read my mind.
Kissing my wet neck sends a thrill down my back.
I take your hand and place it over the life we have created together.
I do not have to say a word as I wipe the tears from your eyes.

Cathy Windham
1/14/14

Seeking Peace

Seeking peace I find myself looking back over my shoulder
I can still see you there
and I could not help either of us
frozen in time
shallow breathing in synch with you
Life slipped away
and I realized you were saved
Your pain lifted and my
pain intensified

Is there a way to peaceful
reconciliation
Can I live without you every day
Is there peace for both of us

I pray God protects you
and gives me the comfort
that remembering you brings

Cathy Windham
1/11/14

Inspiring Travels

I dream of traveling again.  Places dance around in my head and entice me with little photo snapshots like newly printed postcards.  Mountains and meadows like in the Alps or Canada.
Or, Australia's outback and coral reef.
Warm streams and red clay mud down in the South.  I want to go into those photos.  Figure out the exact spot where each was taken.  Be there with my own camera and notebook.  My own notes scrawled on a yellow legal pad.
"Sometime in the future", I always tell myself.  Tonight I read about destinations taken by others who were so inspired that they wrote about their journey.  It's like they talk to me as I quickly scan their words and feel their described escapades.  I'm transported for the time being.  Free travel.  First class seat on my cozy couch on a cold wet night.  Drink by my side with refills at my pleasure.
I imagine what outfit I would wear as I trudge in the footsteps of the author who has sore muscles.
I will read more about these great adventures others write about.  Then I
will choose my destination and without hesitation, pack what I need and go!
You'll read about it some day.  Then, like me, you will go!

Cathy Windham
1/2/14