...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
sweetness
by the christmas tree. a little late, not very. two of three neices drifted off as we watched a very wholesome, sweet movie about a boy and his cheetah (I kinda like the living these littleones bring...{all except the scrappin';). anyway it's been very very sweet. makes for a dull blogspot, perhaps, but it's been a precious time.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
wee calm
far from the madding crowd for the moment.
hoping my little nieces make it through the snow to us tomorrow night.
living for holding those little hands.
am thinking of a field in Vermont. it's snowy. two fuzzy horses stand there. am thinking of reaching for the persimmons in our orchard when i was in fourth grade. am feeling very close to my many friends, even if i haven't talked to some of them much recently. (was slow to realize the blessing of friendship, i supposy).
i am thinking of the sweetness of socks rolled up in drawers, and dogs sighing before they sleep, fish not moving at the bottom of the icy creeks, glasses clinking and buttons up the back of velvet dresses. so many hugs through so many sweaters. ribbons of traffic lights. the right music at the right time. our lucky, lucky life. pray we deserve it, earn it, don't waste it, don't forget it.
hoping my little nieces make it through the snow to us tomorrow night.
living for holding those little hands.
am thinking of a field in Vermont. it's snowy. two fuzzy horses stand there. am thinking of reaching for the persimmons in our orchard when i was in fourth grade. am feeling very close to my many friends, even if i haven't talked to some of them much recently. (was slow to realize the blessing of friendship, i supposy).
i am thinking of the sweetness of socks rolled up in drawers, and dogs sighing before they sleep, fish not moving at the bottom of the icy creeks, glasses clinking and buttons up the back of velvet dresses. so many hugs through so many sweaters. ribbons of traffic lights. the right music at the right time. our lucky, lucky life. pray we deserve it, earn it, don't waste it, don't forget it.
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