Unknowns and Whatevers Part I
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Away, away
Dream
Anything I’ve ever done that ultimately was worthwhile… initially scared me to death. ~Betty Bender I study trees a lot. I’m fascinated with the way they overcome adversity. They are experts at self healing. They can be scarred with holes, knots, and fungus. Still they carry on. I admire their scars for the strength they…
I finally managed to fit in a 2012 camping trip last weekend. We decided to go somewhere we hadn’t been before — Itasca State Park. The problem, I discovered, with going somewhere new is you don’t know all the ins and outs of the area. The first out came when we went to our reserved,…
A woman waits patiently by the river Her dogs sniff the ground nearby She watches feathers of white dip their heads Disappear, then reappear Beads shimmer and drip Beaks run through feathers like a comb The woman wishes and wants How can every movement be words of grace? Okay, heads dip, butts stick up, legs…
I’m flying to Oakland, CA tomorrow to see my son. He’s in his last semester at the California College of the Arts. His senior art exhibit is next week and I want to see him and what he’s been working on. It’s funny how I tend to think of my son like this. When he…
Hmmm… I’ve listed my losses, now what about gains? The word “gains” itself doesn’t seem quite right. How can divorce bring about anything that could be considered a gain? A list of “Things That Don’t Suck” might be more appropriate, but I’m having trouble with that too. Reaching deep for this one. I can write…
The Thursday before the Sunday that I flew off to New York, I took a Mosaic Birdbath Making class at the Orange Caterpillar Studio. The reason I mention that it was right before going to New York is that I was frantically unprepared for my trip and was kicking myself for overbooking my time with a…
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“I have more than enough of everything I could possibly want or need.” Words to live by. Hang in there girl. 🙂
Beautiful! What a difference a year has made.
How is Luke?
I must wrote a great response, but lost it so now I am crabby! Great picture of you!
Great pictures and I loved the poem. Yes, grown sons can be great huh?
Sue – It’s not that I’m feeling hardship really or that I’m not happy with what I have. It’s discomfort over losing ground every month. Trying to turn the tide or just accept it may be this way for awhile.
Lori – Luke news will be in “Part II”. It was too much for one post.
Kathleen – You poor thing… I’m sure it was brilliant.
Cousin B – Thanks. How did you know he was the person I want to visit? Very intuitive.
Beautiful poem. I feel that way sometimes. You are so good with words.
I, too, am worrying about Luke. I’m thinking of you.