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


august

playing around with Picasa double exposure..

27-breezes


Overheard

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.


message – July 14

Message in a bottle for July 14th – “living in the present”

the strawberries are delicious
and the cut on my tongue throbs with their acid sweetness
yet I take another one into my mouth


message – July 13

Message in a bottle for July 13th – “feeling my life counts”

I’ve been knitting a blue sweater for almost a year now.
It usually doesn’t take me more than a month to finish a sweater.
I can’t figure out why I am so slow with this one;
maybe it’s all the interruptions.


message – July 12

Message in a bottle for July 12th – “Ability to forgive”

I thought about this all yesterday and last night and went searching to find this poem I wrote  awhile ago about forgiveness; I think it still describes how I feel about myself and my ability to forgive:

it was inspired by this quote: “Forgiveness is giving up all hope for a better past.”  Lily Tomlin

Forgiveness

At last I stop in the middle of the day
and in the dusty rut of a well traveled road
I  lay my self
down.

The sun sets,
the moon and stars rise and show me my shadow.
Finally I am able to sleep,
and my dreams are all I remember
and all I want to know.

Glistening with dew I rise at dawn’s light.
Cupping my fingers in the moist, dense dirt
I fish the tiny seeds out of my pocket
and pat them gently into the earth at my feet.


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