I will miss her very much.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles; and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
Photo is detail from a watercolor hanging in my dining room by Graham Herbert, a painter from Hornby Island, British Columbia.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I arrive at the Bell Tower
and they go on
talking about some silly thing they did
when they were girls. One keeps saying,
The ferry glides
serenely by, brimming with tourists
gathered on deck for a feast of seeing the way of our town.
When the other woman says,
Oh, I don't know if he ever really loved me...
I turn to go
because he must be her husband.
But the other leans in, caresses her friend's hand,
kisses it lightly, says, your father loved you,
and I don't knowy why I feel relieved
but I do.
After a pause, I walk on.
Their voices follow, especially the laughter
(so elated, so shared) bubbling
with affection, the champagne
Because of their bond
no loneliness invades my aloneness. I bend
to pick a few daffodil buds
carry them home
and later on my sill
they swell open and beam
Mary Lou Sanelli
from Craving Water: Poems of Ordinary Life in a Northwest Village
Thursday, November 13, 2008
He is very fond of his jackalope. DH is smitten with his jackalope, almost smug to actually own one. DH is taking it to his cabin. Tomorrow. He likes it.
DH is taking it to live in his cabin, the huntin'-fishin'-shootin'-manly activities cabin that fairly reeks of testosterone. He's taking it tomorrow.
Happy birthday, DH.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
In loving memory to two gentlemen who fought for their country in World War II. My Daddy, Joseph Bell Rawlingsand my father-in-law, Donald Paul Unger. You are missed.
It was a cold, wet and windy Veterans' Day, but the wind made the flags snap crisply and the cold rain couldn't dull the bright colors of the flags.
I honor the all men and women who have made the sacrifice to fight for their country.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
For me, this journal was the hardest to work in. I had too many ideas and it took time and thought to finally settle on which journey, real or imagined, I wished to document. I chose Underwater Galapagos, not only because it was the most magical place I have ever visited, but also because I had some underwater photos I'd taken during my time in the Galapagos that I thought would be fun to work with. Once I had the photos printed and the other things I needed for my folder gathered together, it didn't take so very much time, but I was traveling a lot in October and once I returned home I brought with me a very nasty cold (compliments of my grandson) and then I had a bad back experience that left me unable to work. (Or stand or sit or lie down or generally do anything!) All of this babbling is to explain why it took me so long to get my contribution finished, but I have finally done so and have mailed it off to Sheila. I hope she is happy with my work. I know she'll be thrilled with the other contributions! I had a great time working in her journal, just as I did with the other five I've worked in over the past months. Deb's Sensual Journal project was wonderfully fun and also a good challenge. I'm honored to have been able to participate.