Blackbirds strut and groove
Sparrows improvise with chords
Mourning doves croon soul
Nuanced riffs to serenade
The sweet interlude of Spring
At 4, she would bolt across the street.
“Look both ways!” I called.
First day of school, watching that blonde head,
She never looked back.
Basketball, cross country
A metaphor, of course she placed.
We bought her a car.
Job during college.
She never hesitated.
Not that I could see.
“Fly, be free!” I used to say.
Meditation cast in bronze
Nirvana on view?
Old friends in a long marriage
We can do anything
There is nothing
In that anything
When your plane leaves at 6 am
When I was a girl, maybe 9 or 10 yrs. old, I confided to my grandmother that I liked to wear long sleeved shirts to cover my arms, because I was embarrassed by the many moles dotting my forearms.
“Oh no, those aren’t moles,” she explained. “They are beauty marks, so you must be one of the most beautiful girls at school.”
I still carry the innocence and tenderness of this exchange with me.
And I wear short sleeved shirts.
There is a jewel sitting in a field in Union City, TN. To describe the area as rural would be a misnomer…is there a word for more than rural? If so, it alludes me, but it does not matter…
The grounds are beautiful, the main Discovery Center building is full of light, dinosaurs and hands-on exhibits and the staff is welcoming. If you are visiting Memphis, TN or the surrounding area, especially if you have children, go…
I went (alas, no children) to see the traveling exhibit entitled Da Vinci Machines.
Da Vinci’s robotics.
One of Da Vinci’s designs studying human flight.
A study in geometric design. My favorite…sit and follow the lines… a sort of meditation.
Discovery Park of America is a mini Smithsonian plunked down in a corn field. Adjust your expectations that it may not be worth the drive…it is…it is a fabulous way to spend a Saturday.
That beautiful blonde head is shipped around the world by acronyms that even if I know what they stand for, I will never understand what they really mean.
USMC SRB ORM MATSG
BCP FRP PFT CFT
ARB SAPR NJP ADP
POG BITS MCRD MOS
How is it I can be so proud, yet feel like I have been kicked in the gut?
Why is there this overwhelming compulsion to hold on, but I open my arms and let her go?
A force called orders pulls her along and all I can do is stand in the parking lot and try to breathe.
Yeah, yeah…I know everyday is a gift, but some days are giftier than others.
65*F and sunny on Jan. 31 is a gift the dog and I accepted wholeheartedly, and out the door we went.
Shasta and I went for a walk at Pinson Mounds State Archaeological Park.
While walking the nature trail, I was trying to smell something.
I crumpled a handful of leaves.
Then it dawned on me that I had a better smeller than me along.
I got down on my hands and knees.
“What is this trail like for Shasta,” I wondered.
If snorting, slobbering and panting have any bearing on the degree of olfactory sensitivity, well, then, Shasta has it going on.
I tried not to snort or slobber.
I still do not know what sort of scents she may have encountered on the trail.
Yet I do know what she smells right now…home.
There is no replacement for hard work. dedication, commitment and determination.
Last night I googled “motivational quotes.” I am training for a half marathon and a long run was scheduled for the morning. What I really wanted from those quotes was not motivation, but an excuse to not run.
You know what I found?
There is no replacement for hard work, dedication, commitment and determination.
At 5:45 I ran.
It was dark.
At 6:55 the sun came up.
I was still running.
Honestly, I was not feeling hard, dedicated, committed or determined, but I finished my run.
Some days are just like that.
There is no replacement.