"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Just in case you're wondering....
I'm taking a facebook break. I may come back after awhile. Maybe not. But you can always leave comments here or email me if you like. I'll still be blogging and still be making stuff!
A Secret Garden
Just ordered a GIGANTIC print of this incredible photo from a lovely photographer on flickr. I can't wait to get this and frame it. You can find her photostream HERE. She is happy to sell prints of her incredible photography....take a look!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
"On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp, praise song for walking forward into that light"
"Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s eyes or not,
about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise.
All about us is noise and bramble,
thorn and din,
each one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem,
darning a hole in a uniform,
patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
We encounter each other in words,
words spiny or smooth,
whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways
that mark the will of some one and then others,
who said I need to see what’s on the other side.
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce,
built brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more than you need.
What if the mightiest word is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light."
(a transcript of the inaugural poem, “Praise Song for the Day,” written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander, as provided by Graywolf Press)
Monday, June 7, 2010
A love that never leaves
This is beautiful. It touches something deep, deep inside. This morning is a tough morning. I'm overwhelmed by the pain that goes along with being human, so much of which is delivered at the hands of other human beings. I have delivered pain to others and I ache over that.
I long for a "wider place" where all that stuff falls off and we relate to one another, heart to heart. No judgment, no rejection, no fear, no defensiveness, no pride and no wounds. Just the real me and the real you, connecting.
I am hanging on to the knowledge that I have, deep in my tummy, that even those who treat me or others like shit are just PEOPLE, people who underneath their actions are made of the same stuff as I am, hurt like I do, ache the way I do and want what I do. Finding and living out of that real place that is in every single one of us is what life is all about. This line of the song says it perfectly:
"No matter what we may believe, we're all searching for love that never leaves."
I long for a "wider place" where all that stuff falls off and we relate to one another, heart to heart. No judgment, no rejection, no fear, no defensiveness, no pride and no wounds. Just the real me and the real you, connecting.
I am hanging on to the knowledge that I have, deep in my tummy, that even those who treat me or others like shit are just PEOPLE, people who underneath their actions are made of the same stuff as I am, hurt like I do, ache the way I do and want what I do. Finding and living out of that real place that is in every single one of us is what life is all about. This line of the song says it perfectly:
"No matter what we may believe, we're all searching for love that never leaves."
