Much ado about whims and fancies.

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Spring, Summer, Fall

Some months ago, 
an early morning between winter and spring,
a gray sky.
No, powder blue.
No, white.
No color.

But the earth—
thawed, with the snow melt soaked in—
is dark.
Espresso dark.
Black like it’d stain hands.
And steaming.

Like the puff of breath from behind that house.
No sign of a person, and yet…

But the elm tree—
it’s half leafed out, half not.
Half heavy and dangling with growth,
the other half like spider fingers holding empty space.
See-through.
Bugs are eating it inside out,
its branches blistering white ooze from their bore marks.
The tree is dying, 
but only halfway there.

There’s a black bird hiding in its lush part,
screeching unseen.
I squint hard to see it through the thick leaves—
a head, its tail…
if I just look closely enough,
write closely enough,
the black bird will reveal itself whole and cut across the sky like a pen to paper.

Maybe it’ll join the hundreds of starlings that are silently migrating across the dusk sky, 
dotting it like tiny, twinkling black stars.

The friendship bracelet I braided for her at the beginning of summer has faded to pastels.
She combs her own hair now.
And paints her own nails.
Freckles mark our days in the sun.

Moths fly across the windshield like burnt pieces of paper. 
There’s a drying out. And a cooling.
There’s more yellow—
the tassels on top of the corn,
the wild sunflowers beside the road,
her yellow sundress…
the gold worth waiting for.

If I don’t write this, 
no one else will see it.
Part this, part that,
the in-between.
It won’t ever be like this again.
Not this way.

We finally cut out the sick part of the elm.
Half of it’s gone now.
The wind blows right through it.
I watch, knowing exactly.

Friday, November 8, 2013

A Place in the Sky

city view
 

Polished metal and planes of glittering glass,

twenty stories up,

the loft is a sequin in the sky.

 

Dewey-skinned girls with short hair

—their long, bare legs in high heels as tall as the view—

are translucent in the dying light of day.

They wrap their pastel-painted fingernails around colorful cocktails,

purse their pink lips into kissy faces,

and drink until they soften and shine.

 

Watching them press their skin against the windows,

a radiant vision crystalizes before me—

their sparkling mouths on not the glasses’ lips but on mine,

their lustrous hair tucked not behind their ears but between my fingers,

their long, long legs and bejeweled shoes not on the concrete floor but in the air,

and me, seeing through their starry eyes

to a blindingly bright glimpse of heaven.

Friday, May 3, 2013

A dream

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An empty wicker chair at the edge of a lake.
Waves lapping at its feet.
A line of orange is just visible above the tree line.
It's dusk. End of day.
Words held in the water are breaking on the shore line...

It aches. All of it.




Monday, April 29, 2013

Knocking on your mind's door

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“Listen to the clues.
The next time you feel real joy,
stop and think.
Pay attention.
Because joy is the universe’s way of
knocking on your mind’s door.
Hello in there. Is anyone home?
Can I leave a message? Yes?
Good!
The message is that
you are happy,
and that means that
you are in touch
with your purpose.”  
 
--Steve Chandler

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Sorry, All, for my extended absence! LOTS HAS HAPPENED! Shall we play catch up? In a nutshell, my husband graduated from medical school; we moved from a city with 2.5 million people to a city with just 95,000; AND I now work from home! Whoa, right?! For the past six months, it has felt like I'm at the center of a whirlwind. I feel like I haven't touched my feet to the ground in a long time, and I'm still trying to locate my head (Have you seen it? Please let it know that I have a piece of chocolate cake with its name on it).

Only this week have I felt like I'm finally catching my breath...And I think what has kept me from feeling overwhelmed (aside from my ridiculously grounded and patient husband), are a couple of quotes that dear ones have directed to my attention:
 
"When we make a change, it's so easy to interpret our unsettledness as unhappiness, and our unhappiness as a result of having made the wrong decision. Our mental and emotional states fluctuate madly when we make big changes in our lives, and some days we could tight-rope across Manhattan, and other days we are too weary to clean our teeth. This is normal. This is natural. This is change."--Jeanette Winterson

 and


"May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, and love."
--Teresa of Avila


CHANGE.

When life changes, when life gets different, life becomes something bigger than it was before. And I gotta think that anything that increases my awareness of and participation in this big, beautiful world is GRAND.

Speaking of change, let's talk SPRING.

I've been having major allergies lately, which you might say is proof in the pudding that Spring is around the corner, to which I have to say: IT'S ABOUT TIME! I've been thinking nonstop about things that make the seasonal allergies worthwhile, like pastel colors, blooming flowers, beautiful skyscapes, and other sunny things...


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I hope that wherever you are, you're enjoying some warmer temperatures, some brighter colors, and some doggone good times <3 p="">

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Jazz



 kissing cigarettes...

"We are here,
charged with the task of completing
(one might say creating)
ourselves.
The process is jazz.
It requires improvisation,
the daring to strike out on your own
coupled with
a sure grounding in and respect for
the tune on which you are working...
As Robert Frost says,
we must keep the colors of ourselves
unmixed on the palette."

~Afro-American studies scholar WILLIAM COOK

Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Depths

I just finished the book Shantaram (which, ugh, just writing the name of the book makes my heart heavy and full with feelings), and came away thinking:




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One of the GAJILLION "hand-held" moments I had during the book was how the main character, Lin, has trouble seeing past people's facades--he's surprised to find out his poor friend, Jimmy, is literate and capable of thinking about and discussing grandiose universal truths; he's surprised that a hugely tough and dour bodyguard, Nazeer, can be sensitive, tender, and capable of deep love. Lin's upset at himself for not immeidately seeing past people's exteriors, for not immediately believing them deep or multi-faceted people. It's a sad realization for him, this simply seeing what is in front of him and nothing more, for he sees that he's been superficial and cocky, believing what's on the surface without caring to question his initial perceptions. Lin helped me see that it's all too easy to take people for granted, to see only how they fit into our life's routines and functions. If we just asked more questions, perhaps, and listened more closely, we'd be surprised to find that people are much broader than we give them credit for; they're as captivating as a diamond in full light.
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Since before we were married, A and I have been constantly learning how to navigate the adult world together--owning a home, raising a dog, simply waking up, going to work, and fulfilling our daily obligations. And we'll forever be learning how navigate our marriage, too--how to best care for and love each other, how to grow together as one unit. There have always been and will always be little bumps in our road that require "recalculation," as our bratty GPS lady would say. I'm reminded of an argument I had with a high school boyfriend back in the day. We were driving, trying to find our way to some concert, and we got lost. I was so upset that we were gonna be late for the show that I got us even more lost. He was upet at me for overreacting and gave me this whole lecture about not enjoying the moment for what it was, about not appreciating his company or the new sights we'd never have seen if we hadn't gotten lost. Though I'd die to admit it to him even now, he was right ;) There is a lot of information that's revealed in "lost" moments, a lot of surprises, and as all of our teachers taught us, knowledge is power. Though I have been on a slow learning curve, I am finally comprehending the potential power I can harness from those bumps in the road.


 but hopefully there aren't this many bumps :-/

And it seems that Caleb from The Etsy Blog is comprehending something similar, as his "Cultivating Romance" article reads, "Love… is an activity. Moreover, this activity involves skill-building. Thus you can work at cultivating your love for another. You can get better (or worse) at loving someone...Relationships atrophy without proper care...Each new life stage brings with it new challenges to the status quo of a relationship... But keep at it in little, hopefully meaningful ways, understanding that small efforts can make a big difference." Just this morning I was just talking to a coworker about how you can be a good or bad arguer; you can argue your point in a gentle, thoughtful, and helpful way OR you can just yell, pout, and refuse to accept responsibility for your part. Though arguments are extremely frustrating, yes, they're also incredibly intimate. There's so much laid to bare, so arguments should be handled carefully and tenderly. I really believe that once you've committed yourself to someone, it's about the BOTH of you arriving at a satisfying conclusion, not just one of you. And I also believe that relationships are about something bigger than just two people.



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"I believe we're here for a reason--created by somebody to live for somebody to return to somebody," Mike Ditka once said. Which brings me to Life Magazine's compilation of "answers" to the question "What is the meaning of life?", of which Ditka's quote is a part. "Scientists and theologians, authors and artists, celebrities and everyday sages on the street" responded to the question. I'm gonna be a big girl and admit that some of the responses made me cry--some out of inspiration, some out of recognition, some out of humor, and some out of disagreement and despair. If you don't read the rest of this blog post, at least read these folks' philosophies. You can't tell me that after reading these, you don't feel more complex and therefore amazing for just being a human being.

Though I'm not sure if Erin Y. has read the above compilation before, she has certainly pondered how to be the biggest, best, and most beautiful human being she can be, as her post titled "The Kind of Woman I Want to Be" feels to me of the same chord:

"I want to pray more often with a feeling in my heart that overwhelms my soul... not just words. I want to raise a family in a home that will be remembered always as a happy place. I want my children to change the world for the better, if only in a small way, and I want them to be proud of their accomplishments. I want to want less and appreciate more." 

It's strange how everything I've been reading lately seems to be connected. It's as if the world is shouting a message to me about how people are deeper than the ocean so I SHOULD hold my breath for them; about how vital our human connections are and how we must treasure them and keep them safe; about how important it is to be able to see yourself in not just your past or present selves, but also in your dreamt-up, all-improved, magnificent future self. It is so important to dream...

Which brings me (FINALLY!) to my response to the world's message. In exemplary copy-cat form (thanks for the idea, Erin Y!), here's my "I want to be" list:

I want to be brave enough to challenge myself in new ways and to risk failure.
I want to meet and pet every dog in the world.
I want to be a passionate, honest, selfless, and devoted wife.
I want to be best friends with God.
I want to eat more vegetables, particularly sweet potatoes ;)
I want to keep the instrument of by body strong and healthy.
I want to make people smile with my charm and laugh with my wit.
I want to be a thoughtful, fun, loyal, and generous friend.
I want to have a personal relationship with nature and the wild.
I want to read, read, and read till stories spill from my mouth.
I want to be intentional about the things I do and wisened by my experiences.
I want to be an adoring, patient, silly, open-minded, and inspirational mother to my children.
I want to ride an elephant.
I want to be hopeful and positive, forever smiling in the bliss of my blessings.
I want to tell a complicatedly beautiful tale.


If you made it to the end of this post, you're a bloody good reader and dear to my <3. XOXO, y'all.