Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
9.6.14 Yes and No
Yes, at first I fed them bread. Two slices. A one time deal. Just to get to be close.
No, I wasn't planing to do it again. Except for feeding birds in wintertime, messing with populations of wild animals is unwise.
Yes, the next day when I called hi to them , they recognized me, bobbed their heads in greeting.
No, I told them- I've not come with bread.
Yes, they still quietly wandered close, eating away, the largest keeping watch. Over me.
No, I didn't notice the Falcon far overhead, til they all turned head and eyed the sky, the young ones lying down.
Yes, seems the Mom is off, to the side, having a little alone time, feeding, while the tall beautiful Dad keeps watch over the four young ones.
No; I didn't want to stop sitting among them. No; they didn't seem to pay me too much mind.
Yes, I finally got up from the lush green grass and left them to their fall preparations. Imagining how much they must have LOVED last night's rainstorm.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
9.3.14 I Just Drank Those Heavens In
This afternoon, I was walking around downtown Northampton,
looked up,
and was like 'HEY!!!'.
What a light show, right under everyone's noses.
I felt like yelling and waving my arms and pointing.
But they all looked in a hurry.
So I just stood there, and drank those heavens in
9.4.14 A Small Prayer for Shiva Louisa
Please, if you will, say a small prayer for Shiva.
I have to go away for two weeks.
It's hard to be 16 1/2. It really is .
I brought her on a favorite walk tonight ,
and told her that I trust she will do what is best,
at the best time for her.
I told her I'll pray for the very best,
whatever that may be.
That we will be in each other 's hearts forever, no matter.
Such a such a loving loved being.
9.2.14 Coursing Right Along Overhead
Leaving my house in the sky was...
and more so...
While , crossing the river on into Northhampton, here was the front of all that weather, coursing right along overhead
.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
9.2.14 Relishing Writer Bailey White
Relishing Writer Bailey White: Before we had phones with remote receivers, so that you could wander all over the house. Before cell phones. Before computers and iPads and all sorts of other things?
There was radio. And when I was bringing up my children, with the exception of a few years where I tolerated television, radio was what you got.
It seems there was always so much to do, so that the only time I listened was in the car.
And periodically, just by luck, I would catch writer Bailey White, with her inimitable voice, reading one of her small pieces.
Her writing was always unique and unusual, with a pinch in there somewhere.
And when I heard the introduction, I would do just about anything to ensure there was quiet in the car, something nearly impossible. And then ? I got to hear the whole thing.
You see, she talks about simple days. The intricacies of a common life. Only she reveals the remarkable, within the banal.
Peaking our interest, dragging us along adventures, causing us to prolapse in hysteria, wrapped in tenderness .
Somehow, like a newly hatched bird, I bonded to her. Her tenacity. Her acquiescence with her unusual life. Her raised eyebrow ( I imagined) with every mildly shared challenge.
As if she was saying "Just part of life. But it's quite enough to deal with, and yeah- I'm going to share it with you." And so she did.
Every single word the antithesis of what everyone here and now yearns for most of all .
It's not that there isn't wisdom in having a home that's solid and is not about to rot apart. It's not that there isn't value in having a well functioning car, or all sorts of other things. Working hard while your kids are in after school; buying a new car every few years . Plasma screen TV's- sure. Nicer and nicer and more and more.
Yet, the point is, sometimes, despite your best efforts, this is not the case.
Houses do become old and creaky. People are unable to have the money to fix anything they want or purchase anything they want or do anything they want. And if your life is not like this, you need to know about the other half.
AND, guess what? If I'm distracted by my nice nice stuff and the monthly new new stuff, I won't know people different than me. It's uncomfortable , you know ? And that conformity lurking within hungry acquisition ? Possibly creating sterile crafted hybrid flowers out if each and every one of us.
But in her stories? People have spirit. They make do. Not only do they make do; they make remarkable and fascinating choices. They make interesting lives.
Bailey White has a good handful of compelling books, and NPR has a nice audio collection.
Need a smile brought to your face on a difficult, lonely day? Have a hankering for an after dinner treat or a nice lay-me-down bedtime story to end your day with?
Go find one of her pieces. Written by a brethren with a love of the small and the true.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1131971
http://www.baileywhite.com/index.shtml
There was radio. And when I was bringing up my children, with the exception of a few years where I tolerated television, radio was what you got.
It seems there was always so much to do, so that the only time I listened was in the car.
And periodically, just by luck, I would catch writer Bailey White, with her inimitable voice, reading one of her small pieces.
Her writing was always unique and unusual, with a pinch in there somewhere.
And when I heard the introduction, I would do just about anything to ensure there was quiet in the car, something nearly impossible. And then ? I got to hear the whole thing.
You see, she talks about simple days. The intricacies of a common life. Only she reveals the remarkable, within the banal.
Peaking our interest, dragging us along adventures, causing us to prolapse in hysteria, wrapped in tenderness .
Somehow, like a newly hatched bird, I bonded to her. Her tenacity. Her acquiescence with her unusual life. Her raised eyebrow ( I imagined) with every mildly shared challenge.
As if she was saying "Just part of life. But it's quite enough to deal with, and yeah- I'm going to share it with you." And so she did.
Every single word the antithesis of what everyone here and now yearns for most of all .
It's not that there isn't wisdom in having a home that's solid and is not about to rot apart. It's not that there isn't value in having a well functioning car, or all sorts of other things. Working hard while your kids are in after school; buying a new car every few years . Plasma screen TV's- sure. Nicer and nicer and more and more.
Yet, the point is, sometimes, despite your best efforts, this is not the case.
Houses do become old and creaky. People are unable to have the money to fix anything they want or purchase anything they want or do anything they want. And if your life is not like this, you need to know about the other half.
AND, guess what? If I'm distracted by my nice nice stuff and the monthly new new stuff, I won't know people different than me. It's uncomfortable , you know ? And that conformity lurking within hungry acquisition ? Possibly creating sterile crafted hybrid flowers out if each and every one of us.
But in her stories? People have spirit. They make do. Not only do they make do; they make remarkable and fascinating choices. They make interesting lives.
Bailey White has a good handful of compelling books, and NPR has a nice audio collection.
Need a smile brought to your face on a difficult, lonely day? Have a hankering for an after dinner treat or a nice lay-me-down bedtime story to end your day with?
Go find one of her pieces. Written by a brethren with a love of the small and the true.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1131971
http://www.baileywhite.com/index.shtml
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