Earth Shake, Earth Steady

When the earth shakes beneath your feet…

When the world, your world, is in turmoil everywhere you look…

Things get crazy for awhile. Things go back and forth like a pendulum.

Sometimes, when the earth shakes beneath your feet, you may not understand, Your eyes may be clouded by the rain, the fog, the tears. When the earth shakes beneath your feet, it might be hard to breathe for awhile, to make sense of what’s happening before your eyes.

The earth is shaking.

The ground is breaking.

The world is spinning.




Falling. Falling. Falling.

When the earth shakes beneath your feet,

When you fall from a great height,

It may look like there’s no rope, no ladder, no hand, to pull you back up.

And that’s true. For awhile.

When you’re down, there’s a time when you need to regroup, rebuild.

When the world has changed, you may need to cry. You may need to break. But…

When the world shakes beneath your feet, you learn a little something.

You might fall. But, in the end, you learn exactly how strong you are. Amid the nights where everything seems as if it is falling apart, you learn…

That your two feet must be ready to walk.

That you have to take care of yourself.

That even though things might be chaotic, even though it hurts…

The earth will steady.

The world will settle.

And when it does…

When it does…

You will stand,

You will smile.

You will dance.




The earth is steady.


Five Hundred Fifty Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Seven

Five hundred fifty thousand one hundred and forty-seven.

Otherwise known as an infinity in a finite number of words.

When you open a book, you have a limited time to spend with it. Once you get to the very end, that’s it, there’s no more. But when you open a book, there’s an entire world encase within its pages, yellowed or new. The world that is held safely within the pages of a book is infinite. It’s also an escape from your own current reality.

When you open a book, you could be fighting in a war, riding on a train, falling in love, killing Dark Lords, seeing wondrous displays of magic…you could be doing anything, living anywhere. You’re among friends, when you open a book.

It’s magical.


That feeling when a new book arrives, when the first words are read, it’s like nothing else in the world.

That feeling when you open an old favourite…it’s like returning home, to the place you belong.

Five hundred fifty thousand one hundred and forty-seven.

An infinity.

One hundred twenty-two thousand six hundred and eighty-five

An infinity.

One million eighty-four thousand one hundred and seventy.

An infinity.

Sixty five thousand seven hundred and fifty-two.

An infinity.

One hundred and eighteen thousand nine hundred and thirty-three.

An infinity.

The book is open now.

Welcome home.

Brave Little Duckling

You know those ones who are left on the outside? Trailing behind, trying to catch up to the rest of the crowd? They call them ugly ducklings. The ones who don’t belong. The misfits. The loners. The ones who just don’t seem to matter as much.

Those little ducklings are fighters. At the end of the day, their breathing becomes laboured and tears threaten to fall.

Ugly duckling.

They don’t want you around.

Ugly duckling.

No one would notice if you weren’t there right now.

Ugly duckling. Ugly duckling. Ugly duckling.

They might fall behind, but they fight with everything they have to keep up. They do it their way. They carve it out, as different as it may be. They’re connected with those other little ducklings on the outside who are just like them.

Ugly duckling. Brave little duckling.

Keep on paddling.

Brave little duckling.

Remember to take a breath.

Brave little duckling.

Look in the mirror.

There’s one person who has never left your side. They’ve paddled alongside you every step of the way. The water might be rough, sometimes. It might be hard, sometimes.

But you’re a brave little duckling.

Poem: There’s No Place Like Home

There's No Place Like Home
Written By Jessica Groom

Find someone who looks at you like a sea captain looks at the sea.

Bold. Beautiful. Fierce.

A force of nature.


Find someone who looks at you like a sea captain looks at his ship.

Reliable. Reverence. Love.

His home.


Find someone who loves you,

Like a sea captain loves the sea,

Like his ship.


Find someone who loves you more than

A Sea Captain loves the sea,

Loves his ship.


Find someone who,

When you look at them,

All you know is that,

There is no place like home.




(I wrote this last night–thought I might post it)

My head hurts.

The beating.

The pounding.

Always the same rhythm.


It won’t stop, you know.

The sound just gets louder.


It gets faster.


My head.


The drums.