Monday, January 31, 2011

one fine day...

i realize this "day" began with evening and ended with morning... but just let me tell you, it was fine. there was a sunset and a sunrise and lights and music and fluffy pillows and gorgeous views and balmy breezes and a crystalline sea...
and i am grateful.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

come saturday morning...

the sun is shining, 
the cardinals are singing in the garden, 
the weather is mildly cool 
and later today i hope to visit this lovely place. 
i'll bring the camera...

Thursday, January 27, 2011

red starfish

red-emblazoned star
surrounded by dancing blooms
on a disc of clay.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

because love makes us fly...

i listened to this while driving yesterday.
sharing it with you,
so you can fly,

— sara groves

speak in a summer tone
pause in the after glow
tenderly whisper my name
tell me once again why I am your bride
so I can fly
so I can fly

pause in your busy day
look extra long my way
wink at me across the room
kiss me longer
touch my arm when I am by your side
so I can fly
so I can fly

oh how the little things
strengthen my tiny wings
help me to take on the world
when you love me there's nothing I wouldn't try
i might even fly
i might even fly
i might even fly

Monday, January 24, 2011

i think they are glad

to be two instead of one

on the white beaches

Sunday, January 23, 2011

28 years ago today...

“be of love(a little)
more careful
than ever

— e.e. cummings

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

a rose by any other name may smell as sweet,

but personally i think my favorite flower

just might be a tulip.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

giving thanks while waiting

thank You for
this solitude.
for the endless expanse
of sea and sky
outside the window,
the gulls still sleeping
on the sand bar,
white wings tucked in tight
against the chill morning air.

for the peace these bring
in this moment.
i can see my car in the parking lot
and all the others,
coming and going, the people
like me,
walking in with fearful
or resigned
or carefully blank
into this place
of cold
my mother is here, and
i wait and wait
and sometimes the walls
close in but just
in this moment,
i am alone with
the sky and the sea
and the gulls,
and You.

I wrote this while alone in the hospital waiting room during my mother's heart catheterization last Monday. She has had many such procedures, and quite a few heart attacks as well, including a mild attack last weekend. This time things went well, and the doctor was able to clear a blocked bypass graft. A similar procedure awaits in a month or so. At 81 these things are always tricky, and Mom has needed help this week, so I've been away from the computer most days. I miss you all! Thank you for your words, your prayers, your gifts of love and empathy and friendship.

You are a gift.

linking to imperfect prose...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

mom home from hospital...

1. Mom home. (joy!)

2. Me tired.

3. Sis tired.

4. And miles to go before we sleep...

Saturday, January 8, 2011

this little Christmas elf (mom) is in the hospital at present, so i may be a bit distracted and innattentive to your lovely blogs for a few days (i hope only a few!) or i may drop in to savor your beauty and selfishly restore my soul without commenting. bear with me? and maybe say a little prayer for my mom?

Friday, January 7, 2011

the king's speech

We had a chance to see this lovely film at the even lovelier Tampa Theatre, in the week between Christmas and New Year's. If you can, SEE IT. Marvelous screenplay, terrific actors, and an inspirational story. Plenty of humour scattered throughout. Because let's face it, even the most dramatic turns in our lives are seasoned with something to laugh about, if we look for it...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

celebrating a new year

The merry year is born
Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
~Hartley Coleridge

with old quilts and candlelight

and stars lighting the darkness

with the glow of fellowship and laughter

with good food and merry games

and fairy lights and sparklers.

a little late for this post,
but in my world, where chronic illness
often dictates quiet and solitary endeavors,
a gathering of friends is worth noting,
and giving thanks for.

may the thorns of the old year give way to bright berries of joy for us all...