Thursday, January 30, 2014

One By One, They Come From Their Wildness.


Morning meetings with the ghosts of poets wherein she recounts unspeakable beauties: 

 





















"How do you heal the animal pain so the soul may live?", the poet asks.
 
She blinks once slowly then responds...

"With the rising sun, with the celestial dance, with the silvering moonlight, with wild things, with the feathering of sky, with the beat of the drum, with the music of ice, with the voices of trees, with the laughter of children, with the salt of my tears, with breath and with paint, with ache and with dance...

with my nearly 7 billion billion billion atoms
with my 85 billion neurons
with my 10 trillion cells...

and with the ghosts of poets"


She feels a kiss on her cheek and turns her head toward the door.


The fox, with impeccable timing, emerges from the woods and prances directly to her door. She slides to her knees and asks, "Is there nothing more beautiful than fox and snow?"

The poets nod knowingly, clutching their diaphanous hearts.

Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in NYC.  She carried a piece chalk in her pocket to leave messages for friends on the sidewalk when she passed by their homes.  The girl left her city for a nest in the forest where she shape-shifted into mother then crone.  On this particular wintery day, after her morning meeting, she stepped outside and found message from a feathered friend upon her snowy stoop.

It reads,

Dear Wendy,
Take the road less traveled. 
Love,
Chickadee


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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A Time to Mourn

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven - Pete Seeger



Today I am reflecting on those cold winters when my son was a toddler and we would play Pete's "Birds, Beasts, Bugs & Fishes" cd on continuous loop.  I'm thinking of how Pete's voice brings back memories of family gatherings when I was a wee girl and my great uncle would sing and strum.  How Pete's voice takes me there every time.  And how his voice fills me with peace and hope.  Today I'm grateful for the technology that keeps the voice alive, the machines that surround hate and forces it to surrender.

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Saturday, January 25, 2014

The Great Race: Pinewood Derby 2014

He won 1st place for his den for the third year in a row. On to the district race!  He worked so hard on his car and we're so proud of him.

Pre-race Chillaxin'

Derby theme, Safari: His creation, Gator racer.





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Friday, January 03, 2014

Firsts : Snow & Sleepover of 2014

Clouds are rushing across the
Sky and through them is tumbling
The thin waning moon. Later
All is quiet except for
A faint whispering. I look
Out. Great flakes of wet snow are
Falling. Snowflakes are falling - Kenneth Rexroth


They asked for a sleep over.  All the grown-ups said yes.  Then this happened.


We ordered pizza and a movie...

and they built a campsite in the bedroom, whispering stories late into the night.





















 The first snow of the new year fell over night.























In the morning I made them chocolate chip pancakes topped with homemade whipped cream and a side of fakin'-bacon. 



In the morning we were joined by siblings and a scramble for snow gear.

Then we headed for the hills...









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