Hello All,
Yes, I was on a bit of a hiatus with keeping up my website. I was pregnant and had my first child: a son on August 7th. He was born on his due date, which only happens to about 5% of Moms-to-be. Labor and delivery went really well with minimal pain - Thank goodness for keeping active and fit all throughout my pregnancy. I kept focused and calm, breathed deeply, and kept my mind on the little wiggly boy I was about to meet. I am so happy to be a new Mom - I cannot explain how amazing it felt to hold him those first precious moments he emerged into the world. Nothing will ever feel as good as it did to meet the second love of my life. Despite the few less hours of sleep a night, I'm definitely ready to write again. Bastion Paolo will be proud of his Mommy. :) Stay tuned for updates. Vivian, Rising is coming. -Maranda
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Hooray! So, I'm not just a story writer, but I love to sing and write lyrics as well. My hard work is actually paying off, as I will be performing amongst my father-in-law's band in Brookline NH next Friday. I will be playing a few originals as well as some covers. I am absolutely ecstatic! :) just wanted to share this with my followers. June 28th, yeah I was shaking At the knees But the sight of you - as I nearly tripped Brought me to peace Brought all joy to my heart As I floated closer to your smile We exchanged glances Of known agreements Of known sacrifices and dreams Of pure love A blur of words swirled around us Carrying us into a higher plane As if blessed by unseen forces And the rings were exchanged I was certain - and still am - That on that perfect summer day Where birds cheered us on Our lives became one And our paths finally merged To lead us to an adventure Worth every laugh Every tear Every breath Forever and ever O. K. Breathe. Maybe you were right I am crazy. But the stars still align In a velvet night sky Twinkling on the hopeless Teasing and taunting the troubled. That is crazy. Or when a high noon sun Pulls dreamers closer On empty highways Til it disappears Into a burning distance That is crazy. And when birds Would rather nestle Between frosty branches Of a below-freezing winter Than fly north. That is crazy. It is a constant. A repetitious cycle of On off on off Faith and strange choices. It is not crazy, It is ambition. It is a drive to not settle For leftover meatloaf, But instead find a cafe In a peaceful corner Of this chaotic world. It is waking up an hour early Just to inhale The first spring day Without slush on the ground. It is not crazy. I am not crazy. I am inspired To let in An unseen world Of love. |
Maranda
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