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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Night Ryder
I couldn’t be more thankful to have such fun friends. And I can hardly believe that three years ago I’d yet to meet a single one of them!
xoxo
Updated Fall Dining Room with New Bench and Runner and Joy to the World
I hope you all have a lovely week!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
the poem of a lovely room
living there, beyond the eye's dreams.....a little person, slight of, weightier than a butterfly
yet silken and fond of sunshine,
a little person, a friend of gentle folk and foxes of the forest.
moss laden footpaths, winterey and sleeping quietly as the forest speaks.
quiet sounds, far past any memories of solitude, wait for the woodsman,
watch for the peasant milk maid
for their lives are old and yet filled with stories
stories of old wooden doors, rooms of thick, heavy books and keys
whose owners know not where they arrive from.
stories of roads of brown, soft soil where wooden carts have fastened long trails
of familiar afternoons. i remember that such places find their way.
ready for the old trees lovely limbs and leaves to feather and dance lightly into the sky.
night falls, dusk and bending light and clouds, softer, more gray than that of fading coal
the foot steps out the unknown door, unknown only to the reader inside
this room filled with handwritten letters for stories yet to tell.
having just watched the endearing, lovely and singularly beautiful
film "Bright Star" of the story of John Keats and Fanny Braun. i have written poetry since age eleven. this wondrous film always takes me away from this world into a place that is divinely delicate and soft. hence my poem. i should share more of my poems.
find a place that is quiet and serene and lovely, filled with some kind of old and beautiful history and the soft places of your soul will brighten and live again like a little child.
Game Ball
The PCP was just thrilled to leave yesterday’s game with the game ball.
And while I’d never tell him this, (I mean, what good is a mother if she’s not the kid’s biggest fan?!?) I knew it wasn’t the best game he’d played all season. So later that afternoon when he said “Coach S didn’t give me the game ball because I played the best. He gave it to me because my attitude was the best” I couldn’t have been more proud. It was a tough game and a hard loss but he’s right…he DID have a great attitude through and through. It’s moments like that when I think maybe, just maybe, we’re doing something right :-)
xoxo
Autumn is here...
Friday, September 28, 2012
Beauty helps with sadness
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winnie
a rough week, wishing we were at the ocean or somewhere else. do you ever have days where you just feel so sad and discouraged. we just are not happy where we are. want so much to sell our art more. would love to be a traveling art teacher. anyone have any ideas? at least have peace and happiness more from these lovely pictures. certain things do keep me going. would love to hear from you.