Monday, March 30, 2009
And just in case you're walking a similiar path, didn't know, or might have forgotten:
You are not the problem.
The problem is the problem.
Some things are just damn helpful to keep in mind...
Sunday, March 29, 2009
This event was fascinating to observe and be part of, and it reminded me of Malcolm Gladwell's book, The Tipping Point. It's about how epidemics begin and take hold. The whole concept is so fascinating that if you haven't read this book, and you enjoy seeing something in a whole new and unexpected way, I recommend it.
Meanwhile, what a virtual birthday party! I love witnessing good things happening to good people. And Ms. Renee of Winnipeg is certainly in that category.
Which brings me to another point. The number of wonderful people I have met blogging is remarkable. Not just virtual acquaintances, or internet friends, but real true relationships. And to that I say, on this rainy Sunday morning, yet again: thank you!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Today is Renee's birthday. Her grit, guts, color and candor know no equal. It is my pleasure to join her family and friends to wish her a very happy birthday.
Renee: you'll get some presents today. Here's one from me, with love:
How did you manage
To step aside,
To transport me to a different universe
Where divine intention
Heals my cells and helps my fears?
It's soaring sisterhood
across keyboard miles
leveling my fate,
carrying me past uncertainties
I don’t deserve but manage to don
With designer strength and magic words.
In my old pajamas
My bones so deep,
Still they find me, allign me,
Send me words and pictures
And mile-wide hearts,
These friends who travel
Beyond the plains, to reach me here.
When did I become so lovely
That in this place
I find community?
And how did I shed my form and frame,
To be recast the leading lady of honest words,
Love washing over me
Like summer rain?
When did I become this beautiful?
So wild with grace,
So perfectly shaped and shapen:
I have become myself,
Full and true and open wide,
Comment boxes signed xoxo,
Alphabet 0rgasms punctuated
with blazing art.
I’m walking here!
Don’t bother slowing down.
I am the oak Renee,
My branches extend from Japan to California
They bend and stretch and reach,
Offering rest and reminder
That the world is rich
Simply and fully
Because I am.
Oh, and just so things don't get too serious, here's a cake especially for you, Renee:
Friday, March 27, 2009
I found this award on Poet Mom's Blog and it is too good to pass by. So trumpets please: I hearby award this special recognition to:
Renee on her birthday
Studio Lolo my good friend
Bella Sinclair for her virtual jellybeans (and non-virtual artwork)
Melissa for her simplicity
Debra Kay for her articulate guts
Mim because I love Ms. Em and Mim is a good egg
This award may be issued to others in due time. Meanwhile, take it and use it if and when you wish.
And to anyone inclined to promote ill will or ill winds, I say cluck you!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Poem # 1: Untitled
If a heart breaks in pieces
Does it glue itself back together
Or does it take on a new shape
Like rising dough on a warm day?
Poem # 2: Time to Rhyme
I think it’s time
I returned to rhyme
Forget that I’m still bemoaning
The toss of my will
& the loss of the thrill
Still, it’s time to cool down the groaning.
If John Donne can write
With a meter in sight
I can surely let loose and start playing
Let the words rock and roll
Far into my soul
And let it be my way of praying
I’m told to remember
From June to September
That poems should never be dire.
They must dance the two step
Bounce with grace and adept
To nuance and rhythm and fire.
I stopped for a while
My heart raced a far mile.
I lost all the fancy and fun
Of choosing the words
That together are heard
With a twinkle and wink of the sun.
How does one become
So stuck and so glum
That silliness goes out of season?
Is living so tough
When the going gets rough
That a poet stops rhyme without reason?
No, no, I'm willing to say
I won’t have it that way
Any longer, any deeper, any how--
I’m a fool starting fresh
Confused with the best
And I’ll start with the rhythm of now.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
(Note: If you are not a fully mature, well functioning adult, do not try this at home without adult supervision)
Coming Soon: Mr Ryan masters key rings, toilets, Bob the Builder videos, a tricycle, a red wooden wagon, grocery shopping, shooting air balls, eating spaghetti, operating tape decks, building blocks, hiding in corners, and snuggles and hugs.
But what I really want to say is I met Jessie for coffee last night. In Minneapolis. For the first time we sat across from one another, nodded and laughed and understood eachother totally. She is a kindred soul, and I am privileged to know her. This is (another) example of the power and the capacity of blogging. I knew she was special to me from the beginning, but it took all of five seconds to have that confirmed, and more.
I loved it too, Jessie! Until next time!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
In honor of Saint Patrick's Day, here's a re-posting of my favorite riddle. If you don't get it, please read it again until you do, because I think it's very funny!
Question: What's green and lives outside?
Answer: Patio Furniture
otherwise known as
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The show runs through April 12, with an evening of readings on Saturday, April 4 at 7:30.
A swallow can fly miles, From treetop to ocean cliff,
The wind's undertow buoyantly gliding her
To a resting place warm with possibility.
She is free, lifted higher by duty and family,
Not a thought outside of weather and wind, .
Acceptance and choice safely within her span.
But then, jolted in flight, her heart pumped deep
And she is transformed,
The unknown and unfamiliar
In that very moment,
A broken wing reclaiming
Something lost and ancient
Spiraling deep and desperate
Into the habitat of hidden.
Some species heal their wings
In solitude, licking and lying
In a nest of thin twigs
Healing from within
Until they can fly again,
To and from home.
But other species do not heal
And they tuck that wing
Landlocked and less,
The natural order
Injured inside and out.
That species will push on
Practicing, praying, pretending
That wings are but a crutch;
Meanwhile hoping that reverse gravity
May rocket them up and open them wide,
Heedfully whole to fly again.
Part 2 (My Side)
I fly from necessity
Hovering over leafy trees and endless water,
Following an inestimable path from home
Only to return again,
Where I’ll find my roots and rhythm
Deeply tucked in grainy sand.
I do not question why I do this--
This destiny of family and fate--
What I cannot fathom I will not change.
My twelve feather tail and meager wing span
Weigh in below two ounces,
Not enough for my survival
And yet I maneuver and endure,
I doggedly sing my song
And tuck my broken wing
Under my expanding and rapid chest
Until I know if
I might fly again.
If I should die here
Unable to lift myself beyond this place
I will fly anyway
Straight to this indomitable future
Where I will be an African River Martin
tending and fending
Reaching still and always,
Weightless in my belief
That I was born for just this moment.
Damn! I know there is a two line stanza that should be three. Blogger simply refused to let me correct it. So I bent, which is probably something I should do more often anyway... :)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
Baino: you think you're not talented? Ha! Your enthusiasm for life and your wide assortment of interests teach and entertain me almost every day!
Studio Lolo: I'm partial to you: your art, your talent, your kind heart, your friendship.
ValGal: You are so special and your art is so uplifting, all I can say is I love you!
Melissa: Oh those photos. Oh those children. Oh those stories.
Miladysa: You are my friend (and fellow writer) across the ocean. I know the friend part for sure.
CS: So many times when I wanted to sink, I've been lifted by your straight-forward determination. Not to mention your keen and intelligent eye.
Chief (Kay): I am always honored when you read my stories. Thank you for your unwavering support.
Marianne: I am new to your blog but your mandela's have captured my spirit!
Debra Kay: Your gutsy no-nonsense wisdom amazes me. And has helped me out more than once.
Mim: I'm in love with Ms. Em. I can't wait to buy her book. I like who you are.
Sidney: you are a hero and a teacher to me. Your photos of the Philippines are developed with such love.
HB: I learn so much from your words and poems and reaching out.
Suki: You are courageous.
Bella: Thank you for the reminders. that what your art and words do for me: reminds me to keep it simple.
Carla: my friend, it is always a pleasure to visit your incredible artwork and to welcome your comments here.
Soulbrush: You're new to me but I know you have energy and passion: two of my favorite characteristics.
Bimbimbie: Fly little bird, fly!
Hildegarde: I will never forget you.
Wieneke: see above. I still plot how to meet.
Maithai: Oh my God. Your caring and kindness for the human race is absolutely inspiring. I feel hopeful every time I visit your blog.
Lavender: I saved you for last today. You're the first to pick up the nuances and offer comfort. Thanks, girl!
More to come. For now, thanks for the memories. And for the fun!
Saturday, March 07, 2009
1. Given birth to and raised a wonderful, special, and uniquely witty daughter who is one fine human being
2. Been president and CEO of my own consulting firm
3. Elected "Personality Plus" in my high school class of 660 students
4. Married my best friend
5. Lived in Germany , in Oklahoma , in two different coastal communities, in a suburb outside of Boston, and now in a community of farms and colleges
6. Been arrested for breaking and entering
7. Written and published a book
8. Helped my father die
9. Met Lily Tomlin in a restaurant
10. Fallen deeply and madly in love
May I tag a few people to join in? You know who you are--how about it?!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
And last--two favorites. Here's a side view of JB's Magic Cottage,
And here's the sweetest paws at # 9: Stella, who after 7 or 8 years of a challenging existence, has settled into her role of family dog with both grace and appreciation.