what is in my hold


I put in my hands
what my hands can hold
and then grip tight
and hold with might.

I put in my mind
what my mind can hold
and let my sleep
tend to the deep.

But I put in my heart
more than it can hold
knowing time and grace
will create more space.





yeah, like that…

bike-sweater-picI wore my bike sweater today. It is the only purchase I’ve ever made after clicking an ad on my screen and I ordered it only because it was cheap and I figured if I didn’t like it or it didn’t fit I would just give it away.

But it fits and it’s pretty cute and every time I wear it, someone says something.  Today it was the kindergarten teacher who stopped me in the hall and said, “I love bikes!  I ride my big balloon tire bike up and down the street and all the neighbor kids come out to see me.”

I told her I love to bike too – but don’t do it much anymore – but I told about the poem I wrote and offered to send it to her.  She told me not to be surprised if she puts it on her wall.  Well that would be a real complement.  I shared it on my blog a long time ago as part of my entry titled “wing bumps” but here it is again:

I never want to forget
the joy and triumph
I felt as a child
to be a girl in the world
pedaling beyond the lip of my driveway
feeling independent and free
to explore
the side streets of life


what I’ve learned from my cats (so far)

A year and a half ago we adopted a second hand cat, one who was apparently not very successful in his original home.  Pye, (originally Charlie,) was shy and timid when we first brought him home but after a year of giving him space and indulgent but not overtly fussy attention, he has become comfortable and at ease in our home.

Three weeks ago we adopted a kitten.  It has been a long time since we’ve had a kitten – over 20 years.  I forget how tiny and how playful they are.  Tilly, (a name we came to after much contemplation), was kept in our extra room as we slowly introduced Pye to the vision of her company.

At first he would just run and hide from her gazing at us from dark hidey holes with yellow eyes that meowed “traitor!”  Of course Tilly was oblivious to it all just seeing our feet and his tail as play objects to follow and pounce upon. But as Pye became more assertive around her, she became more aware and respectful of his presence as another fur person.

Visitors for a weekend to our condo meant our spare room became occupied and we released Tilly to Pye’s turf on a full time basis.  Now we are seeing that although he still runs from her occasionally,  he will also go looking for her ready to engage in her frenetic play. Luckily Pye is not too terribly territorial about his rest spots or his cat box.  And she is will let him lick her bowl clean.  (I didn’t realize kittens need to eat twice as much as adult cats!)

So this is what I’ve learned from watching my two different cats:
patience and love go a long way to comfort the uncomfortable
respect is a first step to friendship
if you are given what you need, you are more willing to share whatever you have






the end of the end

if you are a teacher there is no other month like this one

celebrating blackberries, lake dips, forest walks, lanquid evenings, full moons, meteor showers, ice cream, cook outs

and yet all the while…

mind buzzing imagining room arrangements, surrepticious visits to a classroom to dust off book shelves, sharpen pencils, make space for stiff backpacks and tissue boxes

waking up in the middle of the night, making a note to remember one more thing
and then trying to sleep in, mindful that soon

a summer morning in bed will be a thing of the past


playing around with Picasa double exposure..



IMG_6539Garden Conversation

The deer walked tentatively into the yard
looking up at each sound
as he grazed his way across the lawn.
He came to the edge of the garden
and dipped his mouth to the daisies
tipping their faces to his shoulders.
A door slid open;
a hesitant cough sounded.
The deer gazed intently for a few minutes
then turned and left the flower bed.

message – July 15

Message in a bottle for July 15th -“being a caring sibling”

I’m not much of a hiker
but I heard the view was worth the climb
so I headed out.
Midway to the top,
the trail was cut by the very stream
below the falls I was headed to see.

A shimmed log lay across the cut
and a crew was at work on the rope railings
but there was nothing in place
for me at this juncture in my hike.

I watched another hiker grit her teeth
and bravely walk across the log.
I knew that wasn’t going to work for me;
my imagination would get the best of me.
I sat straight down on the wet surface
and scooted across like a toddler.

The rest of the hike was not so bad after that
and when I returned to the log,
the railing was in place.
I was glad to be able to cross with some dignity this time
and to know it will be easier the next time
I pass this way.