I love...

I love lazy days, which only materialize,

when I create them, and set them free. 

I love how the rules change 

each time I engage in "my day off..."

Maybe I drink coffee and blog all day,

and maybe I do load after load of laundry.

Maybe I get dressed; maybe I don't.

I love sugar candy, in an obsessive kind of way,

consuming the entire bag,

box, or other container. Who doesn't have a 

hidden pleasure, one they don't easily confess? 

I love Springtime, and new life, and babies.

Baby kittens, baby chicks, new to this earth goat kids. 

Wobbly feet, fluffy feathers, fuzzy furr.... babies. 

I love a greasy burger,

with all the trimmings. 

Cheese dripping off the sides,

grilled onion and jalapenos,

piled high in the gooey delight of 

American cheese. Not cheese product.

Some days I inlude the trimmings less essential:

lettuce and tomato and pickles. 

Who am I kidding? Pickles are essential.

Even on a jalapeno burger. 

I love my children,

born of my womb,

or not so much so. 

Some of them raised me,

all of them teach me, 

how to be a human, full of grace

and forgiveness,

not so black and white as I once was.

I love the grey areas,

because few things are ever black and white

and I take issue with those who say they are.

I want to lay down an example here, but my mind 

is suddenly on vacation.

I love lazy days,

when people don't judge me,

don't see me, don't know me. 

I love lazy days,

they make the productive days so much more 

significant. 

-Carrie Horn