Spring Longing

Haiku's can calm a fretful mind, here is mine for today:

The sun and the wind
  Are my balm to winter grey
A sure hope of spring.

Instinct

You, like a bird learning to fly
  your legs like torn straws, not strong enough to hold the round belly and large eyes.
I am reminded of how I would sit for hours
  stroking the wet, scarce, grey backs of all those baby birds I tried to save.
Holding them wrapped in rags and feeding them from a crusty eyedropper.
The tears prepare to spill, so I close my eyes
  and watch a blue veined lid until they go away.

Stories Matter

I chose the Blog Title Tall Tales because it represents family lore and the importance of stories in our respective family histories.   Stories are how we make sense of our past, they are how we find ways to connect to those aspects of ourselves or our history that may be fragmented.  They are also how we guide ourselves and give value and meaning to our children's lives.  When I was young and would begin recounting an event, a story, my paternal grandmother would arch her eyebrows, give me a look of bemused skepticism and say: " . . . now are you telling a tall tale."   I look forward to the March challenge and the opportunity to share tales-large, small, tiny or tall.

First Time Blogging

I have been inspired by my co-worker, Lori Sheroan, to use this tool to pursue my interest in writing more regularly.  I will begin posting Slices in March but wanted to make sure I have the blog working well prior to the challenge start date.