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Monday, 30 December 2013

30 December




"our life is frittered away by detail, simplify, simplify..."

-Thoreau






as thoreau i am inspired most by the beauty of the world i live in 

and the richness of the people that fill it










Sunday, 29 December 2013

29 December





did you think she had a map of the universe

and that by chance she would show you

what you thought was so integral

did you swallow her tincture

 synchronize your watches

to time the blast



in the end

she tinted her answer so softly

you had to tip your world

just to hear the words


sunday whirl

Friday, 27 December 2013

27 december





my favorite christmas tradition is the big love

'tis the sweetest thing




i am looking forward to the quiet months of winter

i will be in school 4 days a week and doing an internship 2 days a week



I haven't been walking at all lately

i can feel my body stiffening up and my my head getting wobbly

walking is good for my soul


i am going to undecorate our tree this weekend and put it out on the porch loaded with 

pine cones, seed and fruit for the birds

i'll keep the lights on so we can light it at night

at least for a week or so



our house is trashed

i so need to clean









Thursday, 26 December 2013

26 december





~ and I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight




Tuesday, 24 December 2013

24 December




the earth has grown old with its burden of care
but at christmas it always is young
the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
and its soul full of music breaks the air
when the song of angels is sung


phillips brooks


Monday, 23 December 2013

23 December






sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming
ring out those bells
ring out, ring solstice bells
ring solstice bells
ring on, ring out
ring on, ring out

Ian Anderson



mosaic monday

nature notes

macro monday

inspire me monday

amaze me monday




Sunday, 22 December 2013

22 December


listen




in a split second

all that really matters could be clear to you

we shuttle to and fro



we pulverize what it means to love

leaving nothing intact


we preach about following our hearts

but we have no idea what that means


 all we really get are levels of echoes

that are never very clear


...and the teensy weensy spider went up the spout again...


ATTEND YOUR LIFE







22 December








big

this is a life size Santa...

He's really big





on the door


tree



makes you feel merry

(silver bells)

when i was a young girl i lived for a time in Boston with my father

we lived on Newbury Street and also on Commenwealth Avenue

at christmas time carolers would stand outside our brownhouse and sing

silver bells

-it's christmas time in the city-






Saturday, 21 December 2013

21 December







mellow is a pinecone
from a jack pine tree

tossed onto a tablecloth that my nana once used

illuminated by morning sunlight
blessing our season with its tiny grace 








Friday, 20 December 2013

20 December






its beginning to look a lot like christmas 

~

my daughter came over to watch It's a wonderful life

time is the most precious gift you can give to some one

~

i am ready to start shopping for gifts 

i am giving every one candlesticks from the charity shop

along with pretty candles and a 

photograph and poem

i may even bake a few things

~

i find that the older i get the more understated and simple i like things to be

next year i want to decorate our tree with just lights and some shells or pinecones 




we had two snow storms last week

socked in don't leave the island or even the house kind of snowstorms

 the first storm was a wintery mix so we don't have so very much snow

just enough to make every thing look like a magical fairy land

until it melts....and then we get the muddy slush




colors of the season



Thursday, 19 December 2013

19 December




 through the window


Every day he picks up the same passengers, drives the same route through the dirty city.
Every morning he stops his bus in front of her house at 6:15.
He thinks it would be nice to leave the city - move the kids out here. He waits 5 minutes. She never sees anyone get on. 


poetry jam 

55 word challenge



this is my first time at 55 word challenge...I think I interpreted the photo prompt a bit...oh well...I will do better next time

19 December


LET US KEEP CHRISTMAS

Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:
whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.

Grace Noll Crowell




Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

17 December





every year they come out

one by one

her time worn hands gently unwrapping the faded tissue paper

little fingers hastily looking through the old box of glittery treasures

just to find their favorite one to hang on a tree

in the exact right spot

~

let the storm blow as it will beyond these windows

the icy atlantic crashes against our rather tiny island

the snowy winds blast against our cozy home


all is well this night as we make memories





have yourself a merry little christmas
let your heart be light
from now on
 our troubles will be out of sight





Monday, 16 December 2013

16 December

Only yesterday it had been too warm for snow but now it was twilight and the snow had been falling

since mid afternoon.

As he walked through the wood the snow fell softly on the silvery mittens his wife had knit for him

last Christmas and it fell on his boots which left footprints in the snowy path.

 It covered the dark branches he trudged past and it landed gently on the frozen

river he had crossed on the wooden bridge back by the road.

Chipmunks and squirrels skittered about here and there in the trees above him, birds sang to him as

he passed under them, and he answered them all with a song of his own which he sung quietly so as

not to break the stillness of the forest.

He had started this walk alone but as he stood in the middle of the high hay field the skies cleared

long enough for the moon to shine down and glisten on the snow covered field that was spinning in a

vast universe which he was, in fact, a part of.



16 December





they call it stormy monday


nature notes

16 december




when i was a young woman i went to live near Seattle, WA.

my mother sent us a package of Christmas ornaments

and this little bird was included in the box.

There was also a wooden heart, a porcelain angel and a knitted child. 

I still have all of them.

 Since then I have lived 31 years, in 8 places, had 2 children of my own,

2 marriages, a long-term committed relationship (or whatever we are calling those things

these days) with my best friend and the love of my life,

5 step-children, 2 dogs, at least a half a dozen cats and 4 birds.

it's been a bumpy ride



recently we celebrated my mum's 79th birthday

she still continues to amaze and inspire me






Sunday, 15 December 2013

15 December



the weather today

sorry it is a little crooked. It's very windy and cold. That is the Atlantic Ocean behind the old Coast Guard building. The storm waves are pretty intense. If it stops raining/snowing later I will go back out to get a better shot. Right now the salty spray from the ocean is hitting the windows on our house so I think I'll stay inside for a while.



R is for...reflection


Green


joy

being with the ones i love


drink







15 December












they said she could be molded by his hand

like clay

but it as it turned out

she was no angel 

so she blew the cover of that box apart

snatched up her brain and other stuff 

and walked  back into simplicity

where the wind blew the snow over the fields like waves

and the moon reflected off of the snowy world

because


you can't fix the world with a pair of lies








Saturday, 14 December 2013

14 December









lights 

on a tree

magical to see

in a world filled with 

strife it's still a wonderful life

we have wills that are free hang lights

on the trees and the world fills with peace

the snow gently falls and true love conquers all

peace



poetry jam

childhood beliefs

my town shoot out

lights

Friday, 13 December 2013

Thursday, 12 December 2013

12 December





The reason for the season

I had to drive the chick-lets to school this morning. It's not a bad drive but there are 6 lights in a 2.5 mile stretch so you do need to be a bit patient.
I stopped at the market on my way home and realized after I got in there that I had the wrong list...for the second time! This is not all that unusual of a thing for me and I do realize that it is pretty far down the list of things that could go wrong. Still, it's kind of a pain since it means I must get back to the store at some point, do some baking, cleaning and get to work on time...blah, blah, blah.
So, I'm sitting at the 5th light, which is really the 10th since this is my second go round, and I'm thinking about all the things I need to get done and that Christmas is only 2 days away...blah, blah, blah.
I'm a little stressed and I'm wishing that I could get to the "special place" where I'm calm and remembering the peace that this time of year brings. I'm wondering what the point of this whole season is and I'm wishing I would get some sort of special sign from the universe. I'm sort of hoping that the universe will show me in some way how to make this Christmas special and bring a little of the spirit into my heart.
So, I'm still at the light (it's a really long light) and I look over at the car next to me and I see a woman in a winter coat and a turban thing on her bald head. I realize she is turning into the hospital...she must be going for a chemo treatment.

Which led me to think what if the song is wrong...what if it isn't that "next year all our troubles will be out of sight?"
What if this is the year that all our troubles are out of sight?

Who knows what the next year will bring? Perhaps, we should celebrate as if this will be our last Christmas ever.
And, a calm settled over me and even over the road and even over the fields next to the roads. I noticed how pretty things looked with the snow covering everything and the sun rising a beautiful pink and orange and reflecting off the white snow. It was as if the whole earth just exhaled.
She turned into the hospital and I went on through the light to my house.
And, the universe did speak to me in that car, at that light.
It said...the love is the most important thing...and everything else is just fluff, sweetie, icing on the cake.

 ~
i wrote this 5 years ago and nothing about my life is the same. The sentiment, however, remains.





Tuesday, 10 December 2013

10 December





oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree

of all the trees most lovely



in the early morning just before the sun comes up

or at twilight when the darkness steals into our little house

i sit in hushed softness

brought on by the wondrous awe

of tiny white lights in an evergreen tree
and for a time the natural world is standing in my living room
sharing its beauty







Sunday, 8 December 2013

9 December






mussel shells on the beach




8 December




where i stood

on the edge of temptation




silver


tiny present



in the cupboard

I just realized how much that cream of mushroom soup stands out like a sore thumb.

I don't even eat it. I had to buy it to make that nasty green bean casserole to bring to

my mother's on Thanksgiving. It will sit there till next Thanksgiving.




shadow




8 December






he had become his own prison

 pursuing the cold cruel cash

as if it could be a beloved

he cloaked the wild in himself

he looked through a lens 

-a box on the wall -

that skirted the real issues

and he reached for goods as if they were

stars 

 like a venus in the sky

trying to shine


but he never never looked up







 

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Friday, 6 December 2013

6 December






 
In family life, be completely present.

Lao Tzu

present

rush hour

In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.
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In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.
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6 December





December morning on a rather tiny island 


the old coast guard station is shrouded in fog just beyond the christmas lights

glistening on the porch



Thursday, 5 December 2013

5 December





The large tractor trailer was met by one of the mothers in front of the Old Coast Guard Station. She directed it toward the lowland parking lot just across the way. All over the rather tiny island other PTO families had been waiting for her call. The Christmas trees are here! It wasn't long before the gravel lot began to fill up with cars. Fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles and even a  few grandparents began to form lines from the back of the open truck to unload the trees that were tied up tightly. The edge of the lot and the grassy park was full of children running about. The older children were watching over the younger ones and the teenagers were watching over them all. Someone strung up a set of Christmas lights and at twilight they began to blink red, yellow, green and blue over the scene. There was plenty of hot cocoa and cookies to go around. The smell of pine trees and the salty sea mingled together in the tiny lot and townsfolk beeped as they drove by on their way home from running weekend errands on the mainland. The word went out.
The Christmas trees are here!
It didn't take very long for the island's trees to be unloaded and the big truck drove away down the causeway to deliver the rest of his load. Fathers rested for a bit and then tied their own trees to the tops of their cars. Mothers rounded up the children and all the cars drove away. A convoy of Christmas tree topped cars driving up the hill and around the curve toward home. The lot was empty once again. Well, not quite as empty as it had been before. The stand is open now on weekends from 9 to 9.
We will be picking out our tree on Saturday.


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me standing here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farm house near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.


 
 This is one of my very favorite poems and Susan Jeffers has illustrated it so beautiful in the children's holiday book. I read it often to my daughters when they were young and now we read it to Joe's boys.




 
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