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Sunday, 31 January 2016

casting roses


once i saw a jumper standing on the bridge

over the twirly cold waters of the Piscataqua river

the only thing stopping him

from falling into the cold dark drink

was the arms of the emergency personnel wrapped tightly around him



i happened to be following a friend to a meeting at seven o'clock that morning

I could only spare a glance at the line of flashing lights 

in the rear view mirror

later that afternoon on the way home

there was no sign 

of his spell

but I know 

 that he stood right there

and cast his roses 










Friday, 29 January 2016

a fair wind over my shoulder



keyhole

I feel old


I'm not complaining


I have a happy life 

and I celebrate every birthday with great joy

I'm just saying

I feel old

in my younger days

i danced barefoot on the beach

and walked up wooded paths in the moonlight

i do that still

 I look at the world I grew up in through a key hole

So many of those who shaped me

are on the other side

and one day I will join them

but now I live in a world that is rapidly becoming unfamiliar

my music is dying

my poets, my teachers, even the way I form letters has gone...


one day I will peep through the key hole and see that

everything and everyone I knew is there

I am not so very old yet

but tonight

i feel old

It's not a sad thing

and I don't feel bad

I am privileged  to have lived in such an amazing time

It's such a beautiful ride



WOODEN SHIPS
exerts
by Paul Kantner, David Crosby and Stephen Stills


Wooden ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talking 'bout very free and easy

Go take your sister then by the hand
Lead her away from the foreign land
Far away where we might laugh again
We are leaving you don't need us

And it's a fair wind 
blowin' warm out of the south over my shoulder

guess I'll set a course and go


Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Tuesday Afternoon



morning in the dining room

jam session



won't you come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday Afternoon
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Friday, 22 January 2016

L#7


I remember you

L#7

You died about this time last year

 sweet boy 

I'm sorry you lived in a world with too much hurt




the boy who lived up the street

I miss you

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Monday, 18 January 2016

18 january




the good

From the archives -February of 2014. 

Our little kitchen and the snowy weather out the window.

It looks so cozy and sweet.



the random

In October we went to the open house at the UMass marine center 

here in Nahant.  Among the many child friendly activities

was making a seaweed drying press.

This is a macro picture of what we pressed....

I know -you are completely blown away...it's that impressive.







the fun

the first sorta-real snowstorm of the year...the first snow that has stuck anyway, 
here on this rather tiny island. 

And, it's a holiday...calls for a little warming drink if you ask me.







Sunday, 17 January 2016

the sunday whirl




they came like some kind of revenant engagement

a fluctuation in the hum of her world

her bustling ceased for the slightest of moments

as if she were searching for movement in the air around her

not a roar exactly or a drop in temperature

 more like a sigh

that claimed her in the middle of her day

gave her no leave to dismiss her duty

or wonder if they be real

nothing but spirits she thought

throwing imaginary shafts to try and pin them down

 
and hoping they would treat her justly















17 january



monochrome



complimentary

sea glass -a gift from the sea

and

glass jars -from pickles, jellies and other what-nots



draw



mostly white


treasure

My daughters are a priceless treasure



Tuesday, 12 January 2016

tuesday afternoon









won't you come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday Afternoon
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Monday, 11 January 2016

11 january -









the random

 I awoke to the news that David Bowie had died.

He succumbed to cancer after being sick for 18 months

He was just 69.

Huge loss for all of us. 

the fun

 I grew up listening to David Bowie. 

I place myself in time with Bowie songs

sneaking cigarettes in the girl's bathroom (I haven't smoked in over 30 years)

being with friends at parties, bouncing around my kitchen, singing Kooks to my babies...

I feel so fortunate to have grown up in an era with so many amazing musicians. 

That music defined who we are today. 

Previously, music reflected who we were as nations -in history.

But the music by Bowie, and a few others of that time, 

influenced so many lives.

Their music defined who we are today.

Their music left a mark because it was intelligent lyrically, it was talented musicians,

and it was fun!

It seems that most of the music today is missing those things. 

There will never be another one like Bowie.

the good

We've been having a HUGE Bowie fest 
this morning - listening to nothing else since we woke up

I think half the world is listening to Bowie today

A planet earth serenade to Bowie as he climbs the starry stairs...



Sunday, 10 January 2016

10 January


new

new year - new calendar



red

Our neighbor and old friend died in September

He was 81 and had lived a good life.


I had helped him plant red geraniums in the yard

every year for the last 3 years.

This is one of the plants I dug up just after he died.

I don't normally have geraniums bloom at Christmas tide

It's nice to know he's smiling down on us.



breakfast

shitake mushroom and cheddar omelets

 


simple 

A walk on the beach of an afternoon


circle

Christmas moon



Friday, 8 January 2016

keeping Sabbath and a poem on Saturday



the day hardly paused when you left

angels stand cold in the graveyards

as you turn to dust beneath them


the call of the poppy dialed in on you
slowly ensnared you


slapped with your sudden departure

i remember 

the child - the beautiful sweetness that was you

days hardly paused when you left

and


stand

gasping






this is not a piece I wrote about any one particular person though

I will say that I have lost many people due to drugs these past few years.

People from "good homes", people between the ages of 19 and 53, 

people who died accidentally, and people who chose to take their own

lives rather than suffer one more day.

They are saying now that addiction is a disease....

Perhaps that makes them feel better.

They are not talking much about the pharmaceutical companies who push this stuff

legally and then abandon those they have addicted.

Here on the north shore of Boston there is an epidemic....

and not just here but across this country. 

But we do not hear much of that from the politicians these days. 

No longer is this an issue to sweep under the rug or relegate to the dark side of towns....

This is here in our living rooms and our bedrooms

our front lawns.

 Perhaps there is some one you care about, love, sit next to

who struggles with this addiction

perhaps you do.....

In the end it doesn't matter if you have ever done drugs or do them every day

because what happens to one of us 

happens to all of us

and it is time for healing 

8 January






shoulders down against an easy breeze

a-rovin' on Dog Beach

~

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

winter arrives



the coldest morning of the year 

finds Joe and I hunkered down in bed

under flannel and woolen blankets

low gray light through the window

stirs me toward coffee


~ ~ ~
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Monday, 4 January 2016

4 January



the good

the chair in the kitchen

a study of three pears 

and always the light

the fun 

We had a lot of fun over Christmas!

Christmas Eve we went to Joe's aunt's house to be with his family.

She is a Christmas Eve hostess extraordinaire!
Hannah, Bonnie and Dan were here on Christmas day

Joe made his famous lasagne

and we exchanged gifts in a quiet way

I liked that

The day after Christmas we had 17 people in the house...

things were a bit less quiet.

We had lots of great food, exchanged gifts, 

and enjoyed the company of friends and family.



the random

puzzle pals at the dessert table

and me in the background working in the kitchen


Friday, 1 January 2016

at New Year's morning




2015 has been a banner year for loss of those we loved and cared about.

I don't know if it is because Joe and I are over 50 now

and it is the natural progression of things....

or if 2015 was just a very difficult year to make it through...

We have lost a few who had lived long enough to be ready to say goodbye

and we have lost a few who were sick enough to be ready to say goodbye

we've lost some in mid-life who died of hard living and mis-adventure...

we have lost those that were too young to be taken from us...

and one that hadn't even had a chance to begin...

these seem the saddest of all.



I find that the older I get the more poignant the lyrics:
      


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