- Inner Peace
- Health (Going to the dentist and the dermatoligst, taking a multivitamin, keeping up with the exercising: maybe this is where I am hiding my resolutions...)
- My Marriage
- Blogging! (Writing, Photographing, Crafting, Baking, Cooking, Racing, Designing)
- Being a Sophisticated Lady
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sometimes I read a poem and feel like it is a secret, special message for me or someone in my life. It's usually the narrator's voice that pulls me in, that makes me feel like there is a piece of myself coexisting in someone else. It sets my insides aflutter in the way few things can.
This one made me think of my sister-in-law. She really loves animals, and not because they are cute, like most people do. I think she really respects them in the way the poet describes. I could almost see her drinking tea (freshly-picked) in her kitchen, looking out the window at her big gorgeous dogs, her wild little kittens, and her horses with their tails swaying.
She is a really wonderful person, and I miss her. Thank god for the internet.
Returning to Earth
by Jim Harrison
I'm getting very old. If I were a mutt
in dog years I'd be seven, not stray so far.
I am large. Tarpon my age are often large
but they are inescapably fish. A porpoise
my age was the King of New Guinea in 1343.
Perhaps I am the king of my dogs, cats, horses
but I have dropped any notion of explaining
to them why I read so much. To be mysterious
is a prerogative of kingship. I discovered
lately that my subjects do not live a life,
but are life itself. They do not recognize
the pain of the schizophrenia of kingship.
To them I am pretty much a fellow creature.
From The Shape of the Journey: New & Collected Poems. Copper Canyon Press.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
by Tom Chandler
And all of you so beautiful
I want to bring you home with me
to sit close on the couch.
My invitation inserted in six billion bottles,
corked with bark from the final forest
and dropped in the ocean of my longing.
We would speak the language of no words,
pass the jug of our drunken joy
at being babies growing into death.
Sometimes, I know, life is stupid, pointless,
beside the point, but here's the point —
maybe we would fall
in love, settle down together,
share the wine, the bills,
the last of the oxygen and the remote.
from Toy Firing Squad (c) Wind Publications, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
A quick update on my brother -- he completed the JFK Fifty in one piece, in less than ten hours. Some highlights of the adventure:
- The temperature at the start of the race was 19 degrees.
- As such, all Clif Bars were frozen and inedible, and most runners had icicles hanging off some part of their hair and/or clothing.
- The race ended at a cemetary. No comment.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
President John F. Kennedy was never one to shy away from challenging the American people. He asked us what we could do for our country, and he asked us to go to the moon. In 1963 he asked Americans to challenge their physical fitness, and in doing so, inspire others to do the same.
This Saturday, for the 45th time, more than 1000 people will line up in Hagerstown, Maryland to run the JFK 50 Miler -- 50 miles on the Appalachian Trail.
One of the first people to cover the distance was the president's brother, Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy, in 17 hours. The current record for men's finishers in 5 hours and 46 minutes.
Following the race I will have a first hand account from my brother, who shares the 35th president's boldfaced disregard for what passes as impossible in this world.
Hope the wind's at your back and the roots keep flat, brother.