Remember So

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem) - e.e. cummings

(or why this space was silent) There was a visit from beloved faraway family, a perfectly timed jaunt to the theater to see Rio, and thunderstorms that produced a tornado watch, a Mighty-Mini-Retreat in the making discussed on a rainy day in a cozy cafe over a buttered croissant and hot coffee, a telephone call from a friendly paleontologist, some Mother's Day makings and birthday party planning...
















































a spontaneous picnic near the newly bloomed lilacs so fragrant in the setting sun. 










































and celebratory chalkings on our outdoor blackboard made by little hands in honor of Spring

 And savoring the moment with lilac infused sugar that will be ready on Mother's Day and gorgeous Pink Sipper made by her hands, sipped slowly with intention in this cup to the delight of me and my boy.

 

 

and unexpected magic in our living room

 "Where do dreams come from?
Out of pages turned they rise like the scent of peonies
and infect the brain with their promise.
I want, I will, says the girl and already
she is halfway out the door..."- Marge Piercy (The Hunger Moon)