Category: Morning Meander

Good morning, house.
Good morning, dogs.
Good morning, coffee.

(Good morning, frogs??)

Not quite, but it’s good to be home.

The comet has flown in for a visit, trailing a wonderful co-comet.

Dogs are fed and have almost enough cuddling.

Sun’s up.

Adventure awaits!

The trees are frosted!
The grasses are frosted!

Sgiob has made snow angels, and all is right with the world.

It seems like freezing rain on top of this small snow.

I don’t know a freezing rain from a rain and freeze, but it’s tiny ice when it hits my face and water a quarter-second later, so let’s just say that I’m grateful not to be driving for a while.

The sand truck drove by when the dogs and I were out, lights flashing.

There’s a morning train at about five, and it’s over in Vermont, but we can feel it here rumbling the valley. I only notice it if I’m awake.

The soccer ball’s air has expanded so that it’s no longer easy to pick up; they were happy to chase nubby ball but had no interest in it once it held still.
Herded into place, I suppose.

Good morning, grey and lovely November.

Thank you.

We try every day to deserve you – to vote, to volunteer, to help a neighbor, to speak up, to speak truth, to choose.

Sweet, deep, peaceful sleep
Apparently I was tired.

How has this culture so taught us not to know our bodies’ own sensations
that we eat on a schedule or a whim
and sleep as though it is an interruption
and are oblivious to danger
and are practical about love.

Mama Bear shakes her head in wonderment.
Eat salmon,
Eat blueberries,
Drink stream,
Sleep.

It’s coming apart in a very genteel way.
I’m happy.
I’m having a good life.
But I see the signs.

November, my old challenge…

Let’s begin again.

I am grateful for sunrise.
I am grateful for warm dogs.
I am grateful for this warm and cozy home.
I am grateful for extraordinary children.
I am grateful for my sweet, sweet loved one.

I gave myself homework,
To write out three different pieces of poetry which speak to me,
and to try to read them aloud to myself.

Naturally, this project took me to the Oxford English Dictionary.

desideratum, n.
Forms: Plural desiderata.
Something for which a desire or longing is felt; something wanting and required or desired.

“desideratum, n.” OED Online, Oxford University Press, September 2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/50832. Accessed 6 November 2019.

Words save my soul.

Remember, remember.

The household makes noises,

Dog woof,
Stair creak,
Balance scale,
Door,
Toothbrush,
Coffee maker.

Dog woof,
Door,
Kibble,
Coffee pour,
and cream.

Stair creak,
Balance scale,
Toothbrush,
Kiss.

It is how I know the house is well, listening to it breathe.

The peace and quiet brought by the storm
Were healing balm.

I am grateful beyond measure for that sacred time.

The convenience of electricity and running water
Are mighty nice.

It is now,
It is now,
It is now.

Come to me
Wild
and Death
and Life
and Free.

Come to me
Wild
and Love
and Joy
and Now.

Wild One,
I See you,
Hear you,
Taste you,
Scent you.

Feel you.

Now.

You pause
and touch me with plum-dark gaze.

And you wait.

For me.

Yes.

And I let you into my heart.

Now.

Stay on the path,
Stay on the path,
Stay on the path.

Why am I blowing myself off of it?

Be fully present, Self.
Apparently there’s some weather coming in.