Wednesday, 28 March 2012

All Signs Point to Spring

How could a day serenaded by robins twirling songs and little boys happily digging in mud not be a precious day? 

(I promised the boys that when all the snow had melted I would bring out their summer clothes.  I guess that just wasn't soon enough!)

I wish I could bottle days like this, for those dark gloomy days of winter when all that is needed is the smell of life.

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Do all the good you can. 
In all the ways you can.
To all the people you can.
In every place you can.
At all the times you can.
As long as ever you can.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Today's Opinion

"Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." Ani Difranco 

Monday, 19 March 2012

Mud creek

There was a time that I might have said I was up a different creek
 (I was never without a paddle). 
Lately, its mud creek.
 I am ok with that. 
It might be a bit mucky on your boots.
But it smells like spring.

Friday, 16 March 2012

White Bird Flew

I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam. ~Richard Bach

Thursday, 15 March 2012

An Anniversary

One year ago today, I took three photos.

Driving to work in the morning.  Had stayed over night at my Aunt and Uncle's to take care of their puppies while my Uncle sat by the side of my dying Aunt.  When I saw this sunrise I knew this would be the day.  Filled with so many colours that she loved.  I often wonder if she had already left by then, was already deep within those colours wishing me farewell.

But life, it doesn't stop for death.  Big boxes are found for little boys who just keep playing.  And even though they were not sheltered from this shift in life; they sat by her side with me, reading stories and singing songs, watching their Mama oh so closely when she cried at a story read a million times to them dry eyed.  Children, they know this best of all.  Life doesn't stop for death.

About this time exactly.  The calls came in.  The tissue piled up. The scotch line in all our glasses lowered. 

And here we are.  Time is so funny, I could swear this happened only yesterday and yet sometimes it feels like forever ago.  Mostly, it just is still so surreal. 
You are deeply missed Aunty Andrea.

Seven years ago I was diagnosed with melanoma (skin cancer). I was lucky enough that it was caught quickly and they were able to remove it all.  My Aunt was not so lucky, by the time she too was diagnosed with melanoma, she was already gone to us.  Please do your loved ones all a favour and get yourself thoroughly checked by a doctor once a year for any suspicious skin activity (I mean it, even where the sun don't shine, its a nasty disease that can hide in the many places).   
Much love to you all. 

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

How I Am Seeing The World These Days

Having trouble forming words lately into intelligible, sharable sentences.  I will speak this way instead.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

March in My World

Lungs full of the freshest breath,

    like ice cream
    and woodsmoke
    and the smell of my babies head's newborn
    and rain
    all rolled into a kiss

Never have I felt so free
Protected and vulnerable

In the midst of the March snowstorm,
Chickadees singing their spring song.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

I caught a little bit of an interview on CBC the other day while driving.  I missed the beginning, and the end, so I have no idea who they were interviewing.  But he was talking about how he feels his story is not really any different that many other peoples.  The only difference is he chooses to tell it.
I would have to agree.

Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
-Mary Oliver