On the couch or in the bed
\nWith a little fur baby
\nCurled up next to me<\/p>\n
Sitting around a table with friends
\nA lady knight in a world of men
\nRolling a d20 for “Intrigue” or “Sword”
\nAnnihilating opponents left and right<\/p>\n
Cutting wooden boards with dad
\nNailing them together
\nSanding and staining
\nSitting in my living room
\nAdmiring the shelves we built together<\/p>\n
At Texas Roadhouse or Olive Garden
\nPlaying trivia games around the table
\nEating good food with friends<\/p>\n
In a classroom
\nSurrounded by two year olds
\nListening to their babbling stories
\nGiving hugs and smiles
\nSoftly singing them to sleep
\nFilling each minute with love<\/p>\n
Texting my nieces and nephews
\nAsking about their days
\nGetting the “tea” on their lives
\nLending a listening ear
\nGiving advice when needed<\/p>\n
In a crowded building
\nCosplaying with friends
\nTaking pictures
\nAnd talking “nerd things”<\/p>\n
Arms around a friend
\nWho had a bad day
\nNo words
\nJust an unspoken show
\nOf care and love<\/p>\n
Game nights with friends and family
\nLaughing at our shenanigans<\/p>\n
In a book of my choosing
\nFollowing the lives of characters
\nI am meeting for the first time
\nOr revisiting after time away<\/p>\n
On stage playing a character
\nTelling a story
\nOr behind the scenes
\nMaking sure it all runs smoothly<\/p>\n
Under a canopy of trees
\nOr in an open field of grass and flowers
\nStanding in the cold winter run off
\nWater seeping into my shoes
\nFreezing my toes<\/p>\n
Sitting in the quiet of a holy place
\nFeeling the love of my God and my ancestors
\nReceiving confirmation and inspiration<\/p>\n
On my laptop
\nStringing together letters to make words
\nWords to make stories, poems
\nMy thoughts tumbling forth
\nLike a rushing river<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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