Friday, January 28, 2011

to measure up

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone
and that's where you renew your springs
that never dry up.
--Pearl Buck

when it's quiet
and i'm quite alone
January's cold frozen earth
i look hard and long
my life
my chosen course
my dying

it all is before me
all that was and is

now coming full circle
with wonder
at the patriarchs words
spoken and recorded
forty-three years ago

he could not have known
but God did
"you shall live to fill
the full measure of your creation"

as a girl and young woman 
lines of promise
now a woman of fifty-seven
words of comfort

i am enough


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

it's over but i can't let go

what we did Friday son sam and my daughter-i-love melissa.


Monday, January 24, 2011

a dream

sometimes i fly
in dreams
barely clearing telephone wires
arms doing a breast stroke
if i lose altitude

it must be a lovely sight
i know i am smiling
i wave at friends
it all seems perfectly natural

to soar in one's sleep
well, if i am longing
in my head
my heart
i say

"please let me fly tonight"
and then i'm gone


  • happy dreams
  • Angie is mending nicely
  • strawberries and lemons for smoothies
  • the quiet hum of this home
  • Doug's visit
  • we could meet for a sandwich
  • phone call from Kate
  • phone call from Joe
  • her car works
  • feeling better
  • lovely writing
  • talented friends
  • stretching flat on the floor
  • she sing's in the shower..."there is sunshine in my soul"
  • sweetie's smile
  • another day
  • the day is lighter longer

Sunday, January 23, 2011

an amazing book

"...we do what is in us, and why it is in us, that is also a secret. 
It is Christ in us, crying that men may be succoured and forgiven, 
even when He Himself is forsaken." 
Chapter 15, pg. 110

i am humbled at your goodness
brought to my knees
pierced heart
my eyes sting
i blink back salt

you could have been broken
you didn't quit
but you were human
and repented

i will never forget you Kumalo
always i carry your suffering
your desire to serve
your willingness to reclaim
all that are lost

the best i know how

"go well, stay well"

(this is the second book i have listened to on cd's while i work on afghan's. the woman's voice was warm; native accent of South Africa with easy pronunciation of Zulu words. i give this book a is a marvel in every way.)


Thursday, January 20, 2011

no chatter

from your hands to mine
hundreds of miles
how many finger prints?
what was the route?

from your view to mine
you stood there
your image of beauty
a local mill

from your heart to mine
your script, the blue ink
T.S. Eliot
we are friends

"To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: 
that is enough for one man's life." 


Thursday, January 13, 2011

ready and read for book group
on a scale of 1-10 i'd give it a 7
historical fiction
renewed appreciation for modern medicine
reminder of how terrible war is
not crazy for supposition when it comes to what Lincoln was thinking

favorite line..."You would think that sorrow would dissipate, and it does for most, but when you spend years missing someone, it becomes an ever-flowing spring." (363)


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

dancing through January

loving these tunes today---

Gonna Get Over You.....Sara Bareilles---cute lyrics, i remember feeling like this

In These Shoes?.....Kirsty MacColl---great horn section, funny lyrics, impossible not to do a latin step or two plus i picture wearing these shoes

Dance the Night Away.....Santana---a remake, amazing riff...i have to close my eyes and sway my head

Beat It.....Fall Out Boy and John Mayer---i know, it's another remake but, once again John Mayer is amazing 2/3's of the way through with a guitar solo and tricky beat. It's a little noisy, but it has to be. Speaking of Fall Out Boy, I Don't Care "i don't care what you're thinking as along as it's about me - the best of us can find happiness in misery"---who could think of such a line, but once you hear it you believe he means it and i keep coming back to hear it again. The bass is wow.

when i got up this morning i was dragging and the power of a few good songs has me smiling and almost skipping.


Tuesday, January 11, 2011


top google searches





if you care to adorn your home
with topics that reveal
what we most care/curious about

i do remember searching hulu, twitter, and i still don't have a clue as to what chatroulette, myxer, Martina Hingis, groove shark and mocospace is all about.

most searched words...2011...i wonder.


Monday, January 10, 2011

my ideal

"We women have a lot to learn about simplifying our lives. We have to decide what is important and then move along at a pace that is comfortable for us. We have to develop the maturity to stop trying to prove something. We have to learn to be content with what we are."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley

i love this woman
she always was
still is an excellent role model

yesterday while at church
i remarked to sweetie
as my skirt
inched up and up and up
a new found waste line
not at all where it used to be

"sweetie, today i am reminding myself
of Marjorie Pay"
i wish it were her many virtues
to prompt this remark
it was my skirt

he laughed, 
later ed laughed and sis was amused
and at least in some fashion
i am becoming
a little more like
this dear woman

certainly no disrespect intended
she would chuckle

"The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"I know it is hard for you young mothers to believe that almost before you can turn around the children will be gone and you will be alone with your husband. You had better be sure you are developing the kind of love and friendship that will be delightful and enduring. Let the children learn from your attitude that he is important. Encourage him. Be kind. It is a rough world, and he, like everyone else, is fighting to survive. Be cheerful. Don't be a whiner."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley (Small and Simple Things)

wonderful woman.


Saturday, January 8, 2011

scraps of yarn

funny how odds and ends
this and that
left over color
waste not want not

not a coat for Joseph
presented by adoring father
a blanket of many colors 
for one
who sees beauty in random


  • rest
  • quiet
  • dryer
  • feeling of a fresh start
  • medicine for sis
  • the will to try
  • cell service
  • winter's night
  • healthy children and theirs
  • mary loves laurel
  • elizabeth's car quit at the right spot
  • enough and to spare of what matters most
  • generous siblings
  • to be content with my age
  • choosing colors for afghan
  • recognize the holiness of each day
  • eggs, sunny side up


Thursday, January 6, 2011


"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."
-  Jean-Paul Sartre

"Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake."
   --Robert Louis Stevenson, Winter Time


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

mother would say...

"going to hell in a handbasket" 

this would be used in reference to world affairs
so it would go like this

some awful story would be televised
and out of the blue
"we're all going to hell in a handbasket"

i didn't hear this phrase often
much less references to hell,
although this is where she said liars go
just the same
when she said this
i took note

most of her people came from England
a few from Ireland
mother had many idiom's sprinkled in her speech
a heritage

not lace
no clock or trunk
no china
or quilts

just saying
missing my mom


Saturday, January 1, 2011

the chrysalis 1.1.11

(photographer Ron Edwards)

the first day

new month
new year
a new decade
not so new me
wanting to

opportunity comes knocking
it has a way 
of showing up

but the truth is
tired women
good women
trying women
chew gristle

when the house shakes
galloping horses
or was it children
nope kids again
 freight train energy
and noise
from the mouth of babes

innocuous question
sprouts tentacles

well intentioned
thoroughly flawed

yearning to embrace

new word
forever word