One thousand, eight hundred, twenty-six days.
I give my thanks and my soul to the giver.
Here’s to sixteen thousand, two hundred, and sixty-two more.
One thousand, eight hundred, twenty-six days.
I give my thanks and my soul to the giver.
Here’s to sixteen thousand, two hundred, and sixty-two more.
A religious sister’s habit is a habit, it turns out,
it is one word from one root,
twisting and beautiful down different paths through time,
a word on its own morning meander.
I have been trying to establish a morning and evening habit. It’s going pretty well. But before the active habit, I started putting on a habit, my grandmother’s bangles, and perhaps they are the anchor.
I wonder if my idea is shared
and no one dares to say it.
I wonder if I will find the way to speak my thought kindly.
Hmm.
Good luck, old gal.
I waited as late as I could
for a god who never showed up,
which has got to be a sign or a lesson or a test, or else it is abandonment which I simply do not have time for.
Dark of the Moon!!
time to finish some things, yes.
Let me know if you notice me finishing with my crutch. I’ve been working out – sometimes very, very hard! – and I think the muscles are ready to do without it.
We will try again (and by “we”, I mean I) (and the dogs).
We will see if this is the moment to wrap it up and put it in the archives.
And at sunset is Lugnased!
Tell me, friend, if you will be dancing with me? Shall we husk corn and make dollies and dance and invite the heroes of legend to dance with us?
Yes.
Because by midnight, the moon will be new, and then it’s time to begin.
Begin.
Begin while dancing.
Begin.
Yes.
The dogs and I are locked out
but this time I am not fighting it. I am sitting for a few minutes on the lawn
overlooking the meadow.
Wildflower and the sounds of birds and Grace’s fan
interrupt the endless lush green.
I wonder why I never made a copy of the house key to leave in my car – I know just where I’d put it for just such eventualities.
Fortunately, there are pen and paper and books – so I write
If I were the kids, I’d just reach up and use…
oh…
NO. They have taken it away with them.
I’m glad that they want the house key.
I am sad that there’s an “away.”
Children are not meant to be Peter Pans, but to go on the appointed journey (hat tip to JRRT).
But I don’t know what’s next for me
I can imagine, but I don’t yet know.
Let’s imagine.
A day that begins with opening the OED is a pretty darned good day.
Not only does compromise come from “promise together”, as it ought, but to get there one must follow a beautiful rabbit hole of obsolete words including the verb-and-noun compromit, which I now dare myself to use in a casual sentence this week.
I began grumpy and self-centered and growling at the notion of submission which is in the first definition of the first word I checked…
Saved by words.
Saved by the beauty of words.
From where I was into wonder and laughter.
Keep this lesson, me gal, which is not poor grammar, it’s my gal pronounced before the Great Vowel Shift,
Keep this lesson. Let the words save me.
Now to look up gal.
Soft old moon was open this morning,
not closed off.
If genes turn on in time of trouble,
how do I turn them off in time of safety?
Remember whom I’m walking with,
Remember whom I’m walking with,
Remember whom I’m walking with,
Keep the name on my lips and tongue,
Remember the name,
Remember the name
Remember the path.
The body keeps the score…
and when I take one step forward and knock loose a bunch of old, stuck ligaments and muscles
I knock loose the wee monsters which stuck them in the first place.
Yep.
But it was only one step back. And a good night’s sleep made up the difference. Is this what they call resilience?
The bouncy ball has been placed in Time Out
under the picnic table, where I cannot reach it.
I just kept throwing it far away.
Apparently I am the reason we can’t have nice things.
#ThinkLikeAnAussie
Color grows in the milkweed,
I see more butterflies by day and fewer fireflies by night.
Brightwork.
She said “brightwork” and the words and works began to cascade, tumble, flow.
Ironwork, blackwork, firework (which is entirely different from fireworks, for discussion see my academic blog),
Stonework, headwork, wetwork,
Brightwork. Yes.