Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Yesterday the sun was out
and it was bitterly cold.
I sat at my art table
feeling the sun warm my face.
Today it is up to 20 degrees
but it is very grey.
I mean very grey.
It is the dreaded " cold in your bones "
grey that New Englanders know all too well.
Even the dogs don't want to go out.....
A tufted titmouse flits about
on the branches of the birch tree,
pecking away at the branches.
For what? Bugs?
How could little bugs survive
in temps plummeting well below zero, I wonder.
It is hard enough for these tiny little birds,
their feathers puffed up against the cold.
What must it be like for anything smaller?
These are the thoughts of a lucky girl
living a life in a warm house.
Today I do not wish I were a bird.
Though flying somewhere warm doesn't sound bad.
I do not wish for anything in particular.
Well actually I do.
The sun would be good.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I watched you fall in love
on a cold and cloudy day in January.
I knew the awe that struck you
the quiet that overcame you
the stillness in your heart.
I watched you stand transfixed
on the top of that dune
your eyes feasting on the colors of the winter beach
inky blue, wheat, slate grey, grey blue
and the yellowy pinks of the sun setting in the winter sky.
I watched you fall in love
and as I watched you
I received a sacred gift.
I love you sweet boy!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The other day as I was leaving the library I ran into an artist acquaintance; she rode toward me on an old fashioned bike wearing a stylish beret. It was frigid out yet she seemed impervious. She looked healthy and chic and alive. We chatted a bit and both agreed it would be great to get together for coffee. I told her I would email her and she said " Oh no, I hate email! Why don't you just call me." I chuckled to myself. Lately I've been thinking about how easy and how complicated reaching out has become. One friend likes email, another only replies to texts, my friend from school replies to facebook messages and never returns phone messages. Texting is the best bet with my beloved boys. Most of my ex students will respond to fb messages and when I asked a group of Alex's friends most agreed phone first and then chatting on fb. With so many ways to communicate it's hard to keep track of who likes what. I still like the phone . It's the most personal. After that texting as it's fast and gets the best results with my boys.
Now my pups, Teddy and Jamie don't like any of the above. They're easy. All I have to say is "Want to go for a woodsy ?' They always answer with a big smile, wild wag and then they bound for the door. I like that, it's easy!