At peace

Blanket of Clouds

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I see my dreams, a distant place

where peace fills my restless soul,

where I am whole again, I’m safe

The demons can no longer haunt me,

I’m home, I’ve been set free

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I glimpse a piece of all that might be.

~Sarah Elle Emm


Sunset Kiss






They float across the quiet waters,
rays of sunshine warm their skin.
The breeze guides the tiny boat,
leaves rustling nearby sing their hymn.

He holds her in his arms,
intertwined, they drift along.
Lazy smiles, two souls complete,
Nothing, anywhere, could possibly be wrong.

~Sarah Elle Emm


When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I lived on the island of St. Croix. One day while perusing books at a local shop, a woman started talking to me about motherhood. She didn’t offer up the usual advice most women do to first time moms, but she told me about one of the most beautiful things she’d witnessed as a mother. She told me about the children’s moon. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about at first, and she quickly explained how children so often notice the moon in the daytime it is known as the children’s moon. I wasn’t sure if I’d done the same thing as a child. She told me to wait and see.

I forgot about our conversation, and for the next year or two, I was your typical, full time sleep-deprived mom, just trying to keep my little one alive and find time to fit a shower in here and there. Then it happened. One day, before she was even speaking clearly, my toddler pointed to the sky and sure enough she was grinning and gesturing towards the moon, seen clearly in the daylight. At once, I remembered the conversation about the children’s moon.

Over the years, both of my daughters have pointed out the moon in the daytime so often, it has always made me smile. It makes me smile because they are so thrilled with the simple things, the things right in front of us. They don’t have to search for the secret to their happiness. It’s not some far-off goal, material item they have to have, or worldly success. They feel happy; they find happiness in the world around them and in the sky above. Sometimes I wish I could meet that lady again and thank her…

I’ve learned how to stop when I see the children’s moon now. For a moment, I forget the grown-up race, and my heart feels simply and undeniably happy. I smile at the children’s moon and wonder if just for a little while, it can be my moon. Who knows? Maybe it can be your moon, too.



Oh, and here is a link discussing some idea’s behind the origin of the term, “Children’s Moon” and an excerpt from the article:

“If you begin to look at the sky a lot, you’ll often see the daytime moon, too. Everyone loves to see the daytime moon. It’s beautiful and serene, floating against the blue sky. Once, a reader in Kansas City wrote in with the name children’s moon to describe a moon visible during the day. She said this name stemmed from the idea that children can’t stay up at night late enough to see the moon when it appears only in darkness.

That story prompted another reader to send in an alternate version for the origin of the name children’s moon. She wrote:

I heard a daytime moon was called a ‘children’s moon’ because their eyes were sharp enough to pick it out, where the old folks, with fading vision, could not tell it from the clouds.”

children's moon



A gecko on steroids?!?

Cuban Anole

Cuban Anole


Cuban Anole

Cuban Anole

So, this isn’t a gecko on steroids. It is actually an anole, and assuming my theory about Florida having an underground experimental lab that creates mutant larger than life creepy animals to be released in my zip code isn’t true, this is also not an anole on steroids. But believe me, when I was finishing up my jog the other morning in front of my house and I spotted this guy, I had a moment where the fantasy wheels went spinning wildly out of control.

I stopped, gawked at the genetically altered gecko that had clearly escaped the secret lab I mentioned a moment ago, which most certainly is in my neighborhood, and I burst through the front door of my house to frantically inform my husband about the underground mutant lab escapee. The eyebrow he raised at my delivery of information wasn’t because of the lab I mentioned. He’s quite familiar with my conspiracy theories. He didn’t seem to have words, and therefore remained mute, so I grabbed my camera, and shouted over my shoulder. “Don’t you want to see it? It’s right outside! Come on!”

Back outside I snapped photos of the escapee, delighted to finally have some evidence to strengthen my case. Suddenly, it occurred to me that my husband hadn’t raced out of the house after me to see my discovery. But wait! What if he tried, but he fell or something on the way out, and was in desperate need of my help? I abandoned my collecting of evidence and raced to save my husband.

Once back inside I discovered Charles…unharmed and in no way under any duress, sipping his coffee and watching the morning news. He didn’t even want to see my proof!

Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm for my discovery, I rummaged through wildlife books and internet articles and finally identified my new friend outside. It was a Cuban Anole, also known as the Western Knight Anole. While this type of anole isn’t a genetic mutation or an escapee from that lab I’m certain exists, it is the largest anole in the anole family, which pleased me immensely to learn. Like I mentioned earlier, I knew that wasn’t your ordinary anole or lizard. Still, pride forced me to inform my husband that the anole was in fact just a very large lizard, and not proof of the secret lab, and I decided to let him know the truth. This piece of information didn’t seem to surprise him, though I’m not certain why. 😉

This is a link to some interesting information about the Western Knight Anole, including it’s nickname, “The Garden Godzilla”, if you’d like to learn more:

Sunset Celebration










‘Sunset Celebration’ by Sarah Elle Emm

We’ve come to bask in your majesty.
Arms stretching,
Fingertips reaching,
To feel the warmth of your kiss.

We celebrate this day
With our feet dancing in the sand,
Confident we lived it to the fullest,
Grateful you were witness.

We venture closer to you, and cool water chills our toes,
Sending echoes of laughter and gratitude your way.
Twirling, smiling, humming, running on the shore,
We let it all out.

As your flaming power descends, out of our view,
We sigh, fully spent with thankful hearts.
At peace.
We gave this day our all.

Your trail of pink hues fades away before us, and we bid you goodnight.
Sleep will come easy now.
A new dawn will lift us up soon enough.
And we’ll be ready to dance in your glory again.