Digital Abstract Art, Digital Art, Kids, Music, Poetry

I choose joy


I’ve gone the way
of telling myself
that this life I’m creating
will lead to freedom
and less stress.

I toil at a job,
glaze-eyed and half present,
daydreaming to be on a beach
pursuing my true passion.

To work from anywhere
is my deepest desire,
not tied to a zip code, building
or unscrupulous managers.

Earning a living
doing what I love,
working smart, not hard,
the reverse of my life now.

Self talk says, “Stick with it,
you’ve got what it takes!”
My prayers go up to heaven
for guidance and grace.

Setting a positive example
for my offspring to emulate,
my youngest has taken flight,
her own creative journey awaits.

Captivated by the wisdom
her young life shines on mine,
I laugh at her antics
as I cease toiling for awhile.

“Pick me up! Pick me up!” she begs,
“Please? Pretty please?”
“Oh darling I fear
you’re getting too big for such treats!”

But I oblige her one more time
as I know very well,
these moments are fleeting,
time does not stand still.

The joy I find,
as I gaze upon her smile,
brings me back to my purpose
of seeking a new life.

Self talk says,” stick with it,
no turning back my friend!”
In your search for freedom
you’ve found joy times ten!


Contents written May 6 2019
Digital Art by Moylom Art Studio
Copyright @2019 Moylom Art Studio







Watch “for KING & COUNTRY – joy.
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Poetry

Never far away

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She cried out for me
wondering where I was.
Where else would I be
but by her side?

I am never far,
always there to protect her
as best I can
for she is my precious jewel.

All she has to do
is cry out for me
and she can hear me answer.
She’s my baby.

Just the same,
I am God’s baby.
He hears my cry, 
He is never far
He is always there for me.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 8 2017
Originally published: April 16 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Short Stories, single parenting

Things I thought I’d never say…

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This is not a restaurant!
And even if it were,
I’d never let you
Act like this to a waiter!
Now sit down,
Eat what’s in front of you,
And stop being a little brat!!!!

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Oh the wonderful joys of parenting!!! 😀

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: December 17 2016
Originally published: December 17 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, Short Stories

Sneaking food

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The pitta-patta of her little feet
Running ’round outside closed door
Tell me she’s totally unaware
I know what’s happening.

She’s stealing food
After I told her no more.
She’s not hungry
She just wants more sugar!

She’s learning to feed herself
For which I’m grateful,
But now I have to wonder
Do I need to hide the Nutella?

She got the chair
She climbed up high.
She found her treasure
She’s a chocolate disaster!

Do I really need to hide the Nutella???

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 9 2017
Originally published: January 9 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Short Stories

Plant vs Toddler

plant vs toddler

As Winter winds down and Spring is fast approaching (I hope), I’ve begun planting seeds to expand my indoor garden from just flowers to veges too. However, a few days ago, I witnessed the slow wilting of one of my plants AGAIN, which eventually died yesterday. Cause of death? Drowning!

The poor plant, a perky little seedling, had begun sending out more mature leaves as that of its full grown counterparts and just shed its infant leaves. I was so proud of its progress since this was the lone survivor of the four I planted a few weeks ago.

The first one died of a broken neck/stem as my lovely little princess tossed a ball madly all over the house. The second had its dirt dug into as my princess-pirate tried to find a place to hide her treasure. The third had another plant fall on top of it as princess and doggy played a pretty intense game of tag. So with all the other siblings gone, I was really rooting for this little orphan, but sadly she has now passed on to Rest in Peace.

Today, as I transferred the dirt from that seedling’s pot to one slightly larger to plant new seeds, princess asked if she could help. I was sad at the loss of my plant and she could tell but I allowed her to help anyway so she could understand the process and how important it was to take care of her things as well as those of others. She is also becoming a great little helper and I’m using all these little opportunities to develop her sense of importance and self-worth. (Stuart M. Perkins describes the importance of teaching kids self-worth beautifully in his post here: https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2015/02/26/just-some-vanilla/#comment-7008). As we talked she told me that she gave the plant a lot of water because she didn’t want it to get thirsty and die. I smiled as I told her thanks for taking care of it but to wait for mommy next time since the plant only needs just a little bit to drink as she was still a little baby seedling and not yet big like the other plants.

Our gardening/self-worth lesson ended with an apology from her and hugs and kisses for us both. She is growing nicely and it’s so much nicer when things end with hugs and not tantrums.

Looking forward to the new seedlings and for Spring too — God willing!

Image source: Yahoo Images (thismummaslife.com)


Contents written: March 11 2015. Edited: March 12 2015  | Originally published: March 13 2015  |  Copyright ©  2015 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories

Who knew getting dirty could feel so good?

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yahoo images (ashleyannphotography.com)

“I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end”

Haha, I love that line!
Falling in love is a beautiful thing – – even if it is with dirt! Loving and appreciating nature and knowing it so intimately is, in my opinion, the way our Creator intended for us to be one with the gifts He so meticulously designed for us to cherish, care for and ultimately enjoy!

Have a great day in the dirt as we welcome Spring ^_^

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yahoo images (ecosalon.com)

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON:

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2015/04/26/get-dirty/

GET DIRTY

I’m going to be dirty today.

As a kid, Mama often met me on the back stoop as I came in from playing outside. With a broom in her hand she’d have me slowly turn in a circle while she brushed dirt from my blue jeans. She wasn’t against sweeping my bare legs either if I happened to be wearing shorts.

“Don’t bring that mess in this house.” She’d say. “Did you plan to get dirty?”

Well no. I hadn’t planned to. I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end.

I remembered that this morning as I thought about where to plant some things in the yard. I still love dirt. Not potting soil in shiny garden-center bags. I don’t care for the sterile smell of plastic and perlite. I love real dirt. Earth.

One of the finest smells of spring is that first whiff of good clean soil. Sealed in by…

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Contents compiled: April 26 2015  |  Copyright 2015  Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Short Stories, single parenting

I love you more than you know

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Dear munchkin,
Yesterday, I enjoyed spending
a wonderful ‘Summer in March’
afternoon with you.

We sat by the pond
as we had a lovely snack.
You frolicking in the sun
while I sat in the shade.

We had ice cream before dinner
which was yumtastic!
We ate tater tots and fish sticks after
and I forgot all about the vegetables.
I’m sure you were delighted
by my absent mindedness!

We watched movies
then scampered to bed
when the power went out
during the thunderstorm.

Today I have fond memories
of our time together.
Thank you for being the bright part
of an otherwise sad day.

I love you more than you know.
-Mom-

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 22 2017
Originally published: March 22 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard