Tuesday, August 31, 2010

he likes nice things




he likes nice things
it's not that he's stuffy
or snooty
or anything like that

he is tender hearted
and generous

just the same
he likes nice things

he saves
and shops
old shoes look brand new
impeccable care
a tad obsessive

he really really loves
well crafted
beautiful things


as a boy he had
good enough
"tough skins" to keep his knees safe
enough and good

then
as he grew
paperboy money
fish store job
window washer
Dan's

his pockets jingled
so many interests
rock climbing
crossbow
tangible
cool stuff
found this boy

now a modest man

who appreciates nice things


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Monday, August 30, 2010

going going pretty much gone

































fare thee well most lovely summer
how i will miss thee
you warmed my bones
wish i could postpone
your fleeting memory

2010


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Friday, August 27, 2010

a temple week


I will worship toward thy holy temple,
and I will praise thy name for thy loving kindness
and for thy truth.
Psalm 138:2


"Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body,
to the god he worships, after a style purely his own,
nor can he get off by hammering marble instead.
We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own
flesh and blood and bones."
Henry David Thoreau


she loves the temple
so two days ago we went
it was fun to go together


"You are never lost when you can see the temple. The temple will provide direction for you and your family in a world filled with chaos. It is an eternal guidepost which will help you from getting lost in the 'mist of darkness.'"
—Gary E. Stevenson


today
we enjoyed a beautiful drive
a holy place
and being together


What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost
which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?
Corinthians 6:19

a day to always remember



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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

"time flies on wings of lightning"




no mama on the porch
point and shoot camera
ready
but
not this year

no shiny school faces
books, lunch in hand
squinting into the sun
"i'll count to three
then say cheese"

thirty years
folders
pencils
notebooks
new shoes
thirty years

now i'm squinting
sun warming
an empty porch
empty hands

so thankful
for the chance
those many first days

thirty



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Friday, August 20, 2010

winding down

the week is over


walking walking walking


shouts of Independence


time to be done


to leave a place we love
because

there's no place like home


(bottom photo found in the Wilkinson Center)



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Thursday, August 19, 2010

all kinds of prayer



mother was running down the Madison river bank
trying to keep up
the water was deep and moving fast
dad fell over and wadder's filled
current dragging him down stream
i was twelve years old
she kept screaming,
"oh God!" over and over and over
i'll never forget the panic in her voice

somehow he managed to get out of the water
he was 30 years old
with five kids

upside down on some steps he positioned himself
grinned that goofy grin
water streaming out of his wadders
his first and last time fishing
brand new gear gifted to mother
"if i ask to borrow it don't let me"

a gray, cold, rough-water day in Montana
i'll never forget
the urgency of that prayer


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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

"enter to learn, go forth to serve"


i can't even imagine the hundreds of thousands of feet that have stepped on this seal

The Glory of God is Intelligence


a long long time ago
when i was seventeen...almost eighteen
i went away to school


i attended summer, fall, winter and spring
hardly any breaks
and finished in three years


this morning i could see i was seven minutes late to class
all because i had to run back to the car to get my admission


in the old days Massasoit was not only a hunk
but, he served as a meeting place
then he stood in the Harris Fine Arts Center
and another time he was outside of the Eyring Science Center
but now he majestically waits for my sweetie west of the library
where he said he would meet me
just like the olden days


this fudge counter tempts all who pass by


and Y mountain brings back every lovely memory of long ago days




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Monday, August 16, 2010

birthday splendor on the fifteenth

May you live all the days of your life.
- Jonathan Swift


i'm shameless about my birthday
i love it

"I mean, what is an un-birthday present?"
"A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course."
Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?"
"Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice.
"And how many birthdays have you?"
"One." 
- Lewis Carroll


sweetie and sis created my favorite dinner


flowers adorned the table


beautiful smiles abound

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me. 
- Carl Sandburg


my sister and hers sing birthday greetings


hugs all day long from little one

A man is getting old when he walks around a puddle instead of through it. - R. C. Ferguson


alison sent a treasure


cupcakes made from hands i love


a reminder


lovely fragrance that reminds me of my roses

Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. 
- Reverend Larry Lorenzoni


music to remind me of my boy


and six months of who knows what we'll choose


beautiful little book to log new adventures

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home. 
- William Wordsworth


lavender scented and sweet pedestal plate


gorgeous and fun

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. - Mark Twain


all that's left


gooey soft ready for toast


love on paper
"Lucky" bracelet from boys and wives


read and made plans before drifting off to sleep


these girls always come to my party

They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much. 
- Malcolm Cowley


the lucky birthday girl

since i thought i was 57 last year

i think i'll be 56 this year

hate to be 57 two years straight!

  • Please don't retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them. 
  • - Anna Magnani


ready to post
never to forget

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,... 
- Robert Browning



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